SPENCER’S TWIN IS A.D. AND WAS THE TRUE QUEEN OF HEARTS & BLACK WIDOW+MELISSA AND MONA ARE HELPING A.D.
Remember when Mona revealed to the Liars in 4x01 (“A is for A-L-I-V-E”) that Melissa was one of the Queen of Hearts, along with Wilden?
Well, no. She wasn’t.
When they were watching the tape, Emily questioned who the second Queen of Hearts was. Mona, eyeing at Spencer, responded, “Your sister.”
The video was shut down by Big A (Charlotte) before it could be proven it was her sister, aka Melissa, which is what everyone was thinking as she is Spencer’s only known sibling.
I don’t understand why they couldn’t have shown that Melissa was the Queen of Hearts to the audience if she was. That’s because she wasn’t, and it was Spencer’s twin!
Melissa and Mona, as well as Charlotte, all knew of the existence of Spencer’s twin, who is now A.D. When Spencer was questioning Melissa about her being the Queen of Hearts, Melissa abruptly kept stopping her at sentences, or not replying to some of her questions. Melissa claimed that she has been protecting Spencer since the beginning, but I think not. Not Spencer, but her twin.
Veronica (Melissa’s mother and Spencer’s supposed mother) has had cancer twice (as we know of). What if after she had Melissa, she developed cancer, and this stopped her from having children? She could’ve wanted a second child after she had beat cancer, so Mary Drake became the surrogate mother of her child. However, she fell pregnant with twins, but Veronica only wanted one.
When Spencer and Aria went to see Dr. Cochran in 7x08 (”Exes and OMGs”), the man who delivered Mary’s babies, he said he dealt with two of them. Now, if he had delivered Charlotte too, who is the eldest child, why couldn’t he have said, “I delivered two separate babies.”
Mary wasn’t allowed to keep the second baby after a while due to the strict rules at Radley, and also because she was a mental patient who had history of “killing a baby” (when that was actually Jessica). The twin was probably raised in Radley too somewhere.
Charlotte knew of the twin’s existence and the twin was the TRUE Black Widow! Sara Harvey claimed herself to be the identity of the BW to protect Spencer’s twin, whom she was good friends with herself and knew that’s what Charlotte wanted her to do.
The Black Widow had brunette hair, and her body was identical to Spencer’s structure:
Her twin’s motive would be that Spencer got to live a normal life—while she was raised in a mental institution. She was jealous and sick of Spencer. Initially, she wanted to meet her twin for the first time, but something must’ve happened that stopped her.
On the night of Jenna’s blinding, I believe her twin might’ve been watching Spencer, and/or possibly wanted to meet her. When the stink bomb set off, it burned the twin, and she was scarred for the rest of her life with them. This made her HATE the Liars and Spencer. She has despised them since then.
The BW ending scene in 4x01 (where she had a burnt mask) could’ve hinted towards this:
Of course, she didn’t have that mask when she was there the night Jenna was blinded, but the mask was burnt at the night of the lodge fire. Spencer’s twin was working in two different divisions—the “A” Team and Melissa’s alliance (with Jenna and Shana). They could possibly know the existence of Spencer’s twin too. The twin could’ve set fire to the lodge originally to get revenge on them burning her, partnering with Jenna too as they blinded her in the same accident.
In 4x23 (”Unbridled”), Veronica said to Spencer: “It was as if there were two of you living in this house—the Spencer we recognized and your evil twin. We never knew which one was coming down for breakfast.” Foreshadowing much?
Spencer was drove to madness in Season 3 after Toby supposedly died, and she was admitted into Radley. This could foreshadow her twin especially, and her twin could’ve planned this whole thing to make her end up crazy.
Sometimes I think some scenes we’ve seen Spencer in isn’t really Spencer. For example, in the ending scene of 7x08 (”Exes and OMGs”) we see Spencer flicking through a family photo album, as if she’s searching for answers. I believe this was her twin in this scene.
I believe that it wasn’t Spencer who Toby kissed in 7x10 (”The DArkest Knight”), it was her twin! She was wearing the same sweater in this scene as she was wearing in 7x08.
“Spencer” was acting quite odd in this scene. May I also note that Spencer wasn’t wearing that sweater later on, because we later see her in a plain white sweater (the one she got shot in).
How could I forget the heart-warming scene between Hanna and Spencer in 7x01 (”Tick-Tock, Bitches”)?
This was NOT a dream! The Liars have always had dreams, such as the many that included Alison, and they always turn out to be reality. Spencer mentioned Uber A’s alias (A.D.) in the dream, yet how could Hanna have dreamt that when they were sent the first text that was signed off saying “- A.D.” after Hanna was kidnapped?
Most importantly, Spencer did not have her bangs in this scene. She has had them since the five-year time jump that started in 6B. People say that she didn’t have her bangs in this scene because Hanna wanted to remember the “clever” Spencer. She’s still as intelligent as ever, so I don’t see why it was necessary for her to not have her bangs in this scene. That’s because it was her twin!
As Jessica always said, “You can never turn your back on a Hastings.” Spencer turned her back and she was SHOT by A.D.
Jessica knows how dangerous they can be, like Spencer’s twin. What if it was Spencer’s twin who hit Ali that night, and it was Mary who buried her alive? Charlotte could’ve easily covered for her beloved sister.
Melissa is definitely part of Uber A’s game, and so is Mona. I believe Mona is only doing so because she wants to protect the girls (by stopping A.D. doing anything extreme). However, I think she probably left the gAme after Hanna’s kidnapping. She was so distraught over Hanna seemingly being dead.
She knows she can’t tell the Liars everything though—it’ll cost her their friendship, her redeeming, their forgiveness over her being Original A, and quite possibly her life as we all know A.D. is dangerous and doesn’t like to mess around.
As for Melissa, well… bitch doesn’t care. Everything mostly points towards her and she’s one of the most, if not the, shadiest character(s) in the show. She’s always despised Spencer, and she always blames her for her unhappiness. Melissa wants to partner with Spencer’s twin because she knows how much it’ll destroy Spencer.
Melissa likes to lie, and she likes to trick others. Maybe she was protecting Spencer’s twin when she buried Bethany? She knew Spencer would find out about this sooner or later, so she told her she was protecting her and not anybody else. Really, Melissa?
If I recall, Spencer was talking to Toby in 1x20 (“Someone to Watch Over Me”) about running away, and she mentioned that when she was a child, she had a fight with her sister and her parents took her side. Yes, I believe that was Melissa, but Spencer said she ran away after that. What if her twin took her place while she was gone? She said that when she returned, her parents hadn’t even noticed she had gone. Strange much?
When Spencer first “met” Mary in 7x01, they were discussing about twins almost. Mary mentioned how much Spencer and Melissa look a little like twins. Hinting much? Could Mary possibly be Melissa’s surrogate mother too? Perhaps Veronica couldn’t have children at all. This would explain the resemblance between Melissa and Spencer. They look too much alike to not be biological sisters.
In the 7B trailer, we see A.D. slightly taking their hood aback. We can see that their hair color is BROWN/BRUNETTE.
A.D. IS Spencer’s twin. There is so much more to this, and I will most definitely expand on it soon!
in the early days, steve doesn't realize the avengers care about him a lot because they are vastly different people with vastly different socialization than the commandos, but then something happens to him in a fight and the avengers collectively flip their lids and that is how he learns he is Very Important to them
Steve had never been a stranger to friendly teasing. Bucky was a little shit, of course, but so were the Commandos. He’d been called every moniker that popped into his friends’ brains: “Captain Tightpants” (long before it was a cultural reference, thank you very much), “Captain Mom,” “Twinkle Toes,” “All-American Showgirl,” “Blushing Betty,” and names far more filthy. But he’d understood why. He was the commanding officer and he was, when it came down to it, a greenie who got damn lucky 95% of the time. Dugan, Dernier, Falsworth, even Bucky, they all would have been infinitely more qualified to be CO, and so he knew where the teasing was coming from. He knew it was his men’s way of telling him they cared for him while keeping his ego in check. (Bucky could’ve told them Steve was a good enough self-critic as it was and they all could just damn well stick to the dancing references.)
The Avengers, though. Steve had no idea what to think of the way they spoke to him.
Has anyone wondered or questioned where A.D. has gotten all of their information from because this person sure knows a lot! Even that letter from Mary to Spencer goes wayyyyy back. Only a select few in Rosewood know as much info as A.D. knows about everyone. Whoever A.D. is, they’re not new to the game.
If you ever feel bad about your gameplay, one time i tried (keyword tried) to play widow and the other team had a REALLY GOOD ONE and she just immediately headshotted me 4 times in a row I didn’t do ANYTHING that round. She ended up in my game the next match, picked widow, and stood in front of me in spawn, said hello, shook her head at me and LEFT THE MATCH.
He loved the way her hair fell gracelessly around her hips, how her curls would bounce up with each step she took. He would always watch her, one of the many perks of being quiet, was to observe the people around him. It was a refresh for him, to not be the center of attention- Both positive attention and negative, But the people he would soon be calling his family. The people who would be helping him.
“No, (Y/N) your suppose to let me lead-” Peter whined, trying to control the man side of the dance, as he held onto a young lady who was having a hard time let the young man lead her into a dance.
His eyes would scan her legs, short and slender, his cold blues would then engulf her stomach and waist, all the way up to her face. A beautiful sight, he would say. The elfin girl was new to the team, she didn’t even live with them, she specializes with Bruce as a nurse, so control was her first nature.
“Would you stop-” Peter cried out of frustration, He had offered to teach her how to ball room dance, seeing as Tony had invited her to the gala in two days, if she missed to attend he would fire her.
“I don’t understand why I cant lead?” She broke off their entertained hands and pulled back from the little spidering. Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
“Maybe you just shouldn’t dance-”
“I cant Tony is forcing me…” She mumbled, pushing her bouncy locks away from her vision. Her eyes glazed and ready to burst. Getting the job was a miracle, her grades weren’t even that high, so getting fired would mean no return what so ever. Shrugging, peter just walked away, rubbing his neck.
“How can you pull a bullet out of my waist but not dance?” Natasha asked, entering just as Peter exited the building. Her form handled with grace as she briskly strides in with no effort at all.
“Not everyone took ballet when they were young Natalia.” Bucky grumbled, not liking how his former ex was making fun of the little nurse. The widow took heed of his presence and offered her hand for him to take as she saw him making his way to the two ladies stating at the center of the cleared out living room.
“Lets show her how to dance,” Natalia boosted, biting her lips as Bucky stood before her his hands placed in fists.
“I’ll pass,” He breathed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, all he while maintaining his expression of annoyance, Not wanting tog get any more embarrassed, Natasha just shrugged and pouted, placing a hand on the young lady beside her, “Good luck,” She rubbed her shoulder then walked out without another sound. Once the gym living room was empty, save for the two adults, Bucky smiled weakly, his facial expression giving away how tired he truly was.
“Come here,” He instructed, wrapping a hand over her waist as he pulled her palms in their respected places. Bringing her body closer to his.
She was stunned, since Natasha came till this moment, Bucky Barnes was dancing with her, he was teaching her how to ball room dance… How much more better could this get?
“Just loosen up your legs and follow mine,” He instructed, letting her watch his feet to an idea of what she was suppose to do. “Now just repeat, but look at my face.”
Her eyes locked with his, finding his teaching methods better then Steve, Captain America might be from the 80′s but he was no saint when it came to her jamming her heel into his foot. Or Peter, who couldn’t handle letting her lead into the dance. Bucky was just an escape, he was calm yet commanding, letting his hands rest just in the right places, pulling her into positions she was sure weren’t for starters.
“Who’s your Dance partner for the Party?” Bucky whispered, still waltzing together.
“I might have to rent a dancer-”
“I’ll be your partner.” He assured, cutting her sentence before she would get embarrassed of having to admit she has to bring a complete stranger to dance with her.
“Natasha said you won’t be attending-” The young girl said, as she looked him in the eyes and frowned. Was her friend lying to her?
“I would now,” He clarified, stoping the dance but keeping his hands over her body. She gaze him a confused look, before letting her hands wrap him in a hug.
“You’re my one exception, Doll.”
Smiling she tightened her hands around his black jacket, the fabric of the jacket and his undershirt riding up due to her embrace, and she loved the scene. Because she would never forget the way his body felt flat against hers, Or how his smile didn’t go away from his face as she picked up her head and sent him a grin.
because there are so many types of kisses! have some affectionate widowtracer because i refuse to believe their relationship is purely sex and angst
lena oxton is a very affectionate person
she is all smiles and hugs and friendly hip-checks and cuddles and sharing space and, needless to say, widowmaker is not.
so when they start this… thing
widow is not prepared for what comes next
she wakes in the morning covered in ten blankets and a snoozing lena oxton, surrounded by a mess of pillows and teddy bears and textbooks on theoretical physics, and it is warm and the sunlight was made for basking in, and she jolts a little in surprise
her talon bunker is cold and dark and decorated with one purple gouge across the blank white walls and the cot is stiff and poky and she has nothing but nightmares
lena stirs at her movement, grumbles sleepily. widow freezes, unsure of the protocol. does she… touch her? move? does she stay there? oh god what should she do?
she settles for tentatively touching lena’s hair. it’s soft, fluffy, perpetually messy, and she pats her head with cold hands.
‘lo,’ lena murmurs, throat creaking a little, and widow blinks, snatching her hand back.
‘good morning,’ she says, a touch stiffly. lena doesn’t seem to notice, tipping her head slightly and shifting closer, burrowing her head into widow’s neck and pressing a kiss to her jaw. the whole motion is easy and careless and widow can’t help but smile.
lena whispers something groggily against her throat, and she frowns in confusion.
lena lifts her head for a moment. ‘said you look cute.’
‘ya know, mornings. hair down. ‘s cute.’
‘so do you.’
she’s waking up slowly, sitting up, bending over amelie to blindly kiss her face, opening her eyes, the soft brown gentle in the rising sun, her nose bumping clumsily against amelie’s icy cheek.
‘there’s a diner here somewhere,’ she mumbles between kisses, aiming for amelie’s nose and missing spectacularly. ‘you into coffee?’
‘café au lait,’ is amelie’s response, and lena snorts, snuggling into her shoulder.
‘you and your prissy french coffee.’
amelie sticks her tongue out at her and lena pouts exaggeratedly, spread-eagling herself over widow and clinging.
‘get off,’ amelie says, without meaning it. lena just smiles at her knowingly, and clings tighter, dotting kisses over amelie’s collarbones and humming some pop song.
‘i want food,’ amelie says abruptly and decisively, and clambers off the bed with lena still attached to her. ‘shoes on. am i carrying you there?’
‘yeah,’ lena mumbles, and then blinks. ‘wait, are we going naked?’
‘no,’ amelie says, rolling her eyes fondly, ‘put your clothes on.’
lena sings as she straps the accelerator to her chest and slings a leather jacket around her shoulders, dances up behind widow and spins her around and presses the spiderbites into her ear and widow snorts when she makes a pun, eyebrows waggling
they walk to the nearest cafe and lena buys four pastries and feeds amelie pieces of an apple turnover as she talks about a recent prototype of the plane that she and winston are developing and widow hums and listens and feels the soft brush of lena’s fingers against her lips and the way they skim over her jaw and down her arm to her hands, and then lena gets momentarily distracted in favour of kissing each of amelie’s fingertips
and amelie tells her about sombra’s embarrassing moments, hands dancing in the air (she’s wonderfully expressive when she wants to be), smiles a little when lena laughs so hard she almost snorts coffee out her nose
they’re the best mornings amelie’s had in a while.
late nights are good, too
they curl up on the couch, and amelie wears lena’s fuzzy koala socks, and they watch old movies and lena squishes in next to her so close that amelie can smell the faint traces of the lemon soap she uses (and amelie steals on a regular basis) and she wraps her arms loosely around lena’s midsection and lena hums and traces her tattoos and pecks kisses on her wrists
and sometimes, every so often, lena comes home to amelie sitting on the floor with a bottle of wine and hard eyes and lena talks her down with quiet words and soft desperate ‘i am here’ kisses and amelie cries and tangles her hands in lena’s hair and they sit together on lena’s kitchen floor and amelie mumbles about needles and gerard and monsters
at nights, they lie together, lena’s arms tight around amelie’s shoulders, quiet words of affection. lena learns a bit of frankly horrid french and takes a certain amount of delight in sneaking up behind amelie and whispering, ‘je t’aime’ into her ear
and her accent’s bad and the tones are wrong and she doesn’t quite say it like people in france
but it seems much more right than anything amelie’s ever heard
Junior Soldier, Part 1- Steve Rogers x Barnes!Child!Reader
To Hydra, the super soldier serum was worth more than its weight in gold. Their scientists had tried desperately to duplicate it, but with no avail. Hydra’s agents scoured the world in pursuit of a few remaining formulas- the Winter Soldier found five after killing Howard Stark.
But Hydra needed more.
So they tried a little experiment to see if they could duplicate the serum- this time, not the serum alone, but a super soldier with it.
They decided to try and breed a super soldier.
Bucky was in cryofreeze when Clint, Sam, Steve and Nat busted a small Hydra base, where they had heard some scientists were developing a new weapon.
It was Steve who found her.
He punched and shoved his way up to a small lab that contained absolutely no weapons whatsoever. In fact, it was empty apart from a tiny little girl of about three or four, asleep on a counter beside a file.
Cautiously, he approached, wary of some sort of optical illusion or trick. He reached the child, peacefully sleeping, clutching a lock of her long, (h/c) hair in her tiny fist.
Steve frowned. The girl looked pretty real at close quarters.
Of course, he was still on his guard. To see if she was real and solid, he….stuck out his index finger and poked her. Her (e/c) eyes instantly opened wide as she sat up, looking scared. She cowered when she saw Steve. She was terrified.
“Uh…hi,” said Steve awkwardly, but mentally thinking that the girl looked very…familiar.
She frowned, still tense; her breathing was deep but fast.
Steve’s eyes fell on the file beside her. Wondering if it might be hers, he reached out for it.
The girl flinched.
“Hey,” he said, trying to sound soothing. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”
There was a disbelieving scowl on the girl’s face. Steve reached for the file again- this time, she was still, but she watched his every movement suspiciously.
Steve opened up the file- and gasped. Clipped inside was a picture of Bucky as the Winter Soldier, and the name (y/n) (m/n) Barnes.
He looked at the girl, then looked at the picture of Bucky. The resemblance was uncanny.
“(y/n)?” he ventured.
The girl’s scowl had relaxed. She nodded to show she was listening.
“Er, can you talk?” Steve continued, hoping very dearly that she could. It would make befriending her so much easier.
The girl nodded again.
“W-well, I, uh, I’m Steve,” he said, carefully extending his hand.
She stared at it for a few seconds, then shook it lightly before withdrawing her hand quickly, almost as if Steve was going to bite her.
“Uh, this might sound like a stupid question, but dyu know who you are?’ Steve asked.
“I’m (y/n) Barnes,” she replied softly, in a childish accent.
“What the- is that a kid?” Clint’s voice came from behind Steve, and (y/n) tensed up again, fear showing in her large eyes.
“Yeah…apparently, Bucky’s kid,” said Steve weakly.
Clint offered to take her for a while,seeing as he had experience with children, but Steve declined. He had finally succeeded in convincing little (y/n) of two things- that he was her Uncle Steve, and that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
Once thus convinced, he had picked her up, and she had clung to his neck for dear life, afraid of all the others.
“Steve, what are you going to do with her?” Sam asked as (y/n) studied him with trepidation.
“Keep her,” Steve answered without thinking.
Nat pursed her lips, thinking. Clint nodded understandingly. Sam looked at him as if he had lost his nuts.
“She’s my best friend’s daughter,” said Steve firmly, as if that settled it.
For the time being, it did. (y/n) wouldn’t let go of Steve, but she did ask him once or twice why all the mean people were lying about on the ground covered in red stuff.
“They take a lot of that red stuff from my arm,” she said unhappily.
Steve stroked her hair, already attached.
“Don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you now,” he said.
News of your disappearance spread like wildfire, your parents didn’t know how to react, they didn’t know how to tell those back at home that you were now missing. But they weren’t the ones to spread the news, sadly the news spread quicker than expected. Headlines blew up the United States, “Young Girl Missing in Europe.”
There was only a picture of the girl, and a small story. Peter had soon read the story, his new friend, Ned, showing him the headline. “That’s-s Y/N… “
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ned quickly handed his phone back to his mom, “do you think they’ll find her?”
“She promised she would be home on August 13.” Peter had been broken from the news he received, he didn’t want to talk about the fact that his best friend was now missing. “Hey Pete, I just heard the news, I’m sorry honey.”
Peter didn’t react, he only sat there, looking at the purple popsicle that sat on his bedside desk. “She’ll come back.”
Aunt May wanted to hug her little nephew but all she did was sit down next to him, putting her arm around his shoulder.
3 months had soon passed, it was now 3 days into the school year, Peter knew you weren’t coming home. Her parents came home from Europe, and Peter wanted to run over to see if his best friend was there, but she wasn’t.
Peter turned to the table, sitting down and now doing his homework, a knock came on the door, May stood up from the sofa, pulling the door open to see Y/N’s mom standing there, a red cup of popsicle sticks in her hands, her cheeks stained red.
“Y/N would want Peter to have these.” Peter stood up, walking towards the door, watching as Y/N’s mom handed him the cup, it was full of the multiple popsicle sticks, each one a different color or some have the same. “Oh.. um.. Thank you..”
She wiped away a tear from her cheek, and turned to look at May, she gave her a hug, and walked out of the room. Peter set the cup on the table, looking at the facts he had given to his best friend, each one better than the last but it was undeniable that his favorite was either about the turtles or that coca cola was originally green.
“Time for school, Peter.” Aunt May placed her hand on Peter’s shoulder and they both prepared to leave for school.
“Time for school, Peter.” Peter nodded, following Aunt May out of the apartment, your mom sat there, reading the mail in her hand. “Good Morning May.”
“Morning, how are you today?” She smiled and put the mail down on her side, “I’m good, almost done packing.”
Ever since Y/N disappeared everything changed in your family, your parents started to fight, blaming each other for you going missing, but they eventually split up, and now your mother is moving out of the apartment. Peter wanted to help every opportunity he got, he would sometimes help her take out the trash or bring her for lunch.
Peter looked down at his phone, today was August 13,more than 3 years since you went missing. “Peter, you gonna come and see me at the new house?”
Peter snapped back into attention, “oh, yah, uh of course.”
“You guys better get going. I’ll have to invite you over some time soon for a housewarming party.” A smile traveled onto her face as she pulled the apartment door open. Peter nodded in agreement and followed Aunt May downstairs as they prepared to leave for school.
“It’s gonna be your first day of school!!! You ready to be back?” Aunt May was more excited that Peter got to get out of the house, and she got to be alone.
They walked out to the car, Peter got in the side and waited for Aunt May to start to drive him, once she was in, she started the car, pulling out of the small parking garage and into the crowded road. “I’ll see you when you get back home, just take the trolley, yeah?”
Peter nodded and jumped out of the car and walked up to the school. He saw his best friend Ned, standing there fiddling with a hat on his head. “Calm down Ned, you look fine.” A smile traveled to the young man’s face, “let’s make this year good.”
“It’ll be great.” Peter’s eyes traveled to see Liz walking into the school, her best friend Michelle at her side, they were giggling along as they walked into the school. Liz looked towards Peter, she moved her hair behind her ear, smiling at him.
“It’s going to be the best year yet.”
SAME TIME, JUMPING TO SLOVAKIA
Black Widow had control on the large rover, Hawk Eye shooting arrows from the back, they sped through the snowy woods, the same rover following behind them with the enemy in it. One of the enemies came flying up from the side, almost in an Iron Man suit, but instead he only had a jetpack on his shoulders.
Black Widow reacted quickly, pulling the door open and kicking the man in the chest, causing him to fly back in the air. Iron Man came across the front, hitting someone off the rover, and soon Hawk Eye had to do the same, kicking someone off the back of the car. The car drove up to them, Hawk Eye couldn’t react in time, they started to fire an alien gun at the car, Black Widow swerved the car, confused on what was happening.
“Get it under control!” Thor was soon in on the action, jumping on the other car ad destroying the large gun on the top of the car, with his large hammer he soon hit the person in the driver seat, causing them to swerve.
Thor jumped off the car, landing on a watch tower and fighting 4 people. Iron man was doing the same, but circling the area around the car, Captain let out a scream from the back of the car, his motorcycle coming to the side of car.
Cap passed the car and joined Thor on the front lines, grabbing people and dragging them by the car. He soon through him at another one of his comrades, and his shield was thrown at a small base, causing a small explosion. He grabbed his shield from the ground, following behind Thor as he hit his hammer on the end of a vehicle causing it to flying upwards in a explosion.
Black Widow followed closely behind, Hawk eye still firing arrows into the enemy sidelines. Hulk let out a scream from the side as he picked up a vehicle, throwing it into another vehicle. They jumped over a large barrier, causing the avengers to now run into the forest without the car. Tony running ahead, scoping the area for other enemies.
He flew up in the air, looking at a large building plastered to the mountain, he started to locate a weak point where they could enter. He hit the side of the building causing him to bounce off as a blue holographic shield appeared. “SHIT!”
“Hey! Language.” Cap yelled on the other end of the line as he drove into the deep woods. “Jarvis what’s the view from upstairs.”
Jarvis focused on the building, looking at it from a space shuttle, “the central building is protected by somme kind of energy shield.”
The Avengers sighed as they watched Strucker’s men charge at them, “Strucker’s technology is well beyond any hydra base we’ve taken.” Thor started to fight a few of the enemies, “Loki’s scepter must be here. Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without low loss.”
The enemies behind Thor soon disappeared, he caught his hammer and waited to approach more people. The alien guns started to fire at the Avengers, Black widow threw a grenade towards the car of people, they flew up into the air, screams coming from all of them.
“Long last is lasting a little long boys.” Black Widow stated as she looked at the situation around her, Hawk Eye joined her, firing an arrow into a tank, killing the main shooter, “think we lost the element of surprise.”
“Wait a second, no one else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said language.” Tony stated from atop the building, “i know..”
Cap let a smirk come onto his face as he drove into the oncoming traffic, he jumped off his bike, throwing it forwards a car that was charging towards him. “Just slipped out..”
“Sir. The city is taking fire” Jarvis spoke lightly, “Well, we know Strucker’s nothing to worry about civilian casualties. Send in the Iron Legion.”
“Sir. There is a enemy causing mass amounts of energy.” Tony acknowledged Jarvis’ comment, “send in Scarlet Witch.”
“Already on it Stark.” Scarlet Witch approached from the side, circling the supernatural energy. She looked closely, it appeared to be a girl, her hair moving in the vicious winds she was creating, eyes glowing a bright blue as she stood in shock.
Her eyes traveled to see Scarlet Witch, she stood and watched the girl. The young girl’s hand flew up, a vehicle now flying towards Scarlet, she ducked quickly, landing in the melting snow. “Stark, she is like me.”
“Hawk go help her.” Tony kept circling for a vulnerable way into the building, but he was still stuck, “wait. She might be the one we are here for.”
Scarlet stood up, looking at the girl once more, her eyes still glowing. “I dont think she knows of her actions.”
“What do you mean?” Cap spoke lighlty, heading towards Scarlet Witch, “I didn’t exactly know what I was doinng. There is no sure way to find out what side is good and what side is bad if you’ve only fought for one.”
“Jarvis measure her vitals.” Jarvis did as Tony said, measuring the young girls vitals, “sir, she appears to have an immense amount of electric voltage coming from her neck.”
Tony flew back towards the radioactive currents, “is it running on a certain time schedule? Shocking at certain intervals.”
Jarvis focused in on the girl’s neck, there were no steady shocks for a certain amount of time, as the girl resisted attack someone, a generated shock was sent through her body. “It appears that when she resists attacking, the shocks are generated.”
“Get the collar off of her Scarlet.” Scarlet looked at the thick lined collar on the girl’s neck, “how am I supposed to do that?”
Jarvis spoke lightly, “there is a vulnerable point at the back of her neck?”
Scarlet Witch reacted quickly, but the young girl was quicker, she looked at the girl and lifted both of her hands up, causing Scarlet to fly in the air. She let out a scream as a swirl of wind started around her. It started slow but it moved faster, the tornado grew in size, ripping the trees from the ground, picking up the white snow fom the ground.
A scream escaped the tornado of whirlwind, panic reacting in Scarlet as she didn’t understand the emmence power coming from the girl. “Jarvis. Identify who she is.”
“On it sir.”
The tornado started to move, picking up a vechile with it, the girl was in a panic, her eyes turned back to their regular color. She looked into the tornado, almost as if she was looking for something, she reached her hand into the whirlpool of wind, her hand latched onto Scarlet’s as she tried to pull her out.
Scarlet looked at her with twrror on her face, her heart racing outside of her chest, “you are okay-y.” She spoke with a cracked voice, “I’m gonna help you out.”
The girl had a reassuring smile on her face, trying to comfort her as she reached for her other hand.. But a loud buzzing came from the collar on her neck, sending a current through her, her eyes shot back to the blue color.
“No.. No..” Scarlet spoke as the girl let go of her once more, throwing her into the swirl of wind and snow. In a moment, everything stopped, the earth slowed down, the tornado disappeared, causing Scarlet to fall from an unbelieveable hieght, Tony catching her.
Behind the girl stood Cap, the collar in his right hand, her eyes slowly fading to their previous color, she started to fall backwards, soon being caught by Cap, “I got you, I got you.”
Tony set Scarlet down, all of them soon staring at the girl, each one of them shocked. “I’ve identified her.”
“Who is this girl?” Cap looked up at Tony as Jarvis displayed a file of the girl on Tony’s screen, “her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She went missing from London around 3 years ago.”
“Where is she from?” Cap stated as she stared at the girl, hoping he could soon return her to her proper home. The young girl stirred a little, her eyes slowly coming open as she mumbled a word, “Queens.”