Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Marvel Cinematic Universe characters, just my OC's
This is an avengers based chapter, Hermione is finding out about something that Bruce told her about waiting until she is older. She is 9 in this chapter, the Harry Potter portion of this story is separate to the avengers until Hermione is in her fifth year, so the avengers will be mostly fillers and snippets of Hermione growing up opposed to her being in school etc.
On with the story.
HPOV (age 9):
I'm going to find out who my mother is today, no matter what dad says. He constantly told me that I will find out when I am older, I am older now. Doesn't that mean I have a right to know who my mother is, not some ghost or thinking that when I'm with 'friends' mothers that I think mine would have been like that with me or when I go out to the shopping centre with aunt Pepper that, when I see little girls with their mothers buying them nice clothes or being affectionate that I become jealous over the fact that they still have their mothers to look after them and care for them, and I'm not saying I resent my dad over me not having a mother because I know that she has passed away and my dad didn't do because he didn't even know that I was born into the world.
My dad told me that he found me on his front door, with a letter and my birth certificate. It was the real thing and he told me that I was a test tube baby due to him being the hulk and that it happened without daddy knowing, but it didn't mean that daddy didn't love me because he tells me that I'm the best thing to happen to him. But I need answers on my mother and I know that dad has some of them but I think he also wants some answers to my mother as well.
I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs in dad and I's current house. I walked into the kitchen to see dad cooking some breakfast. "Morning Mia." He said to me over his shoulder.
"Morning daddy." I said back to him and sat down at our breakfast table. He plated up our breakfast and set it down on the table. I filled up my cup with orange juice whilst dad had his weird tea stuff. "So what are we doing today Mia?" He asked me taking a sip of his tea.
"Daddy, I want to know who my mother was." I told him, sounding calm and collected.
"I know you do Mia. But I don't know much about her. I know only really her name, her age and that she unfortunately passed away." Daddy told me, in a soft voice so that I wouldn't get annoyed at him.
"Well, can you tell me her name? I don't know really a thing about her." I told him.
"Her name was Carina Herope. She was in her early twenties when she had you. She didn't have immediate family because they disowned her but in the letter that I got when I found you that night, said that she had a cousin that would have kept in touch with that knew about you. She was from England. And in the letter she said that there was a chance that when she goes back to England, because she wanted to go back that there was a high risk that she could be killed because of what she was. But what brought all this on? Normally you don't really ask about her that much anymore." Dad told me, eating his breakfast.
"I decided last night that I wanted to know who my mother was. I want to put a name to a face and tell people that my mother was, whatever she was. I want to know who I got my caramel hair from, was it from her or my grandmother? I want to know if I'll go up to have her height and body shape. I want to know what she did in school. I want to know if she had a job. I just want to know who my mother was and what she was like." I explained to him, my eyes beginning to tear up.
"Okay, I'll let you read the letter and then we can go to uncle Tony's and see if he can give us a helping hand in finding your mother. How about that Mia?" daddy told me.
"Yeah, JARVIS will know and have a better idea on my mother's physical features more than me and you dad." I said to him, giggling.
"Haha very funny Mia." Dad said sarcastically to me.
"You're the best dad." I told him, blowing him a kiss across the table. He reached up and caught it in the air, we started laughing at our antics, it's just normal for us. We finished up our breakfast talking about school, work, parties, how long will it take Uncle Tony to finally propose to Aunt Pepper etc. the usual stuff. Once we were both down I got up and brought our dishes over to the sink and rinsed them and washed them, and dad got up and dried them for me and began to put them away. I then dried my hands and told dad I was going to get ready for the day.
I went up the stairs and into my room, I walked up to my wardrobe and flicked through my clothes before lifting out a pair of jeans. I then moved to my chest of drawers and lifted out some clean underwear, socks and a t-shirt to wear. I got changed into my clean clothes and then I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I looked at my hair in the mirror and attempted to brush my curls down a bit so it would look more like hair and less like a bush. I then went back into my room and decided on what shoes to wear, decided to put on a pair of converse and then I lifted the coat that Uncle Tony got me for my birthday three weeks ago out of my wardrobe and went back down the stairs and hung my coat on one of the coat pegs beside the front door.
Once I was down and my coat was away I walked into the living room to find dad sitting on the sofa, with the letter in his hand. "Is this the letter?" I asked him, walking up and sitting beside him.
"Yes, do you want to read it now?" He asked me, holding it up.
"Yes please." I told him and he held the letter out for me, I took it into my hands and unfolded it and held it between my two hands.
It read;
Dear Bruce,
Hello, you won't know me or remember me, but I am Carina Herope. I was in your Scientific Logistics 201 class at MIT? But about a year ago I was approached by the military, to carry out an experiment involving yourself. They would not tell me what it would involve or what my role was until I signed the contract that I would work with them. It was then that I found out that the reason that they wanted me was due to my genes. They had noticed that my chemical make-up was different to others so they thought about seeing how my genes would work with yours to see if they maybe could recreate the hulk or see if the hulk could reproduce. And so they created a test tube baby, taking a piece of me and mixing it with yours and when the foetus began to form they planted it inside me. I'm lucky to say that the test came out beautifully and our daughter showed no hulk like qualities or turned into a female hulk of any sort. I wish that I could have told you in person or looked after our Hermione together, but unfortunately I have been called back to my home in England. And I fear that if I may not come back to our dear Hermione, so I leave you this note. I don't think I could have brought Hermione with me either due to the fear of her being pulled into my family affairs. My family disowned me at a young age due to being different to them, the only one that would have talked to me was my cousin Sirius Black, and he is the only one that knows of Hermione. I named him her Godfather, he has met her for a brief moment before he too was called back to his home and work.
Please look after our Hermione, Bruce. She was one of the best things to happen to me. There may be a chance that she too will be like others in my family, you will understand what this means when she is eleven if I am correct. Tell her that I love her and miss her dearly, even though whilst I am writing this note she is beside me in her crib. I have included her birth certificate with her for any possible identification and also for you to have.
With all my love,
Carina Herope
"I wonder where her cousin is and what she meant about me being different. Do you think she was talking about the accidents that happen at school?" I asked dad, looking down at the floor after I finished reading my mother's letter.
"Perhaps it is. Don't over think it too much Mia. I called Tony whilst you were getting ready, he's getting JARVIS set up for us to look for Carina. You ready to go over?" Dad asked me, pulling me into a hug.
"Yeah, I just need to get my coat on. Are you ready?" I asked him getting up from the sofa.
"I just need to lift the keys and my wallet." He told me getting off the sofa as well. I held the letter out for him, he gave me an appreciated smile and folded it back up and put it back into its envelope. He then made his way out of the living room and up the stairs to what I'm gonna presume is his room.
He was done again in five minutes and the time he was gone, I had got my new coat from where I had put it before and put it on. "Ready?" he asked and lifted his own coat.
"Always." I replied smiling up to him, he gave me a kiss on the forehead and we walked out of the house and he locked the front door and we got into his car and drove to Uncle Tony's mansion.
WHOO! CHAPTER 6! SORRY THIS WAS A REALLY MUSHY ONE AGAIN. Also if this has triggered anyone, or the story line of this chapter has affected anyone in a bad way I am really sorry. I would put numbers to call but I don't know any at present. BUT WE FINALLY GOT CARINA! And her name is a star constellation. I don't know what family Sirius' mother is from so I created the Heropes and unfortunately Carina was killed before she set foot in her families estate. The only one with knowledge of Hermione is Sirius. If you want to know what Carina looks like, she looks a mix between Willa Holland and Emma Watson (currently).
Also if anyone wants to know Carina and Hermione were together for 8 months (after Hermione's birth), Carina was sent a letter from whom she thought were her family asking to come home. She left Hermione with Bruce on the exact 8 month mark and immediately left to go back to England. And as she made her way to her parents estate she was killed by Death Eaters. It was in fact Death Eaters who had sent her the letter to come home.
Thank-you all to the reads, follows, favourites and reviews. Next chapter will be a Harry Potter based one where I'm really going to jump through everything that happens from the troll to the philosophers stone.
Signing out,
Emma X
