The sun was setting in the west by the time that we got to the base. Ultron or Pietro could have gotten us there quickly, but Etro wanted us to go through the foothills of the forests that surrounded the small country of Sokovia.

We were setting up base in the abandoned HYDRA base. I smirked. When the Avengers were destroyed, me and the twins would be the ones to kill Stark. It had been part of the agreement. The other part was that we go along with Ultron.

And if that meant infusing the middle of Sokovia with vibraniam? Then so be it. This was all a means to a greater end. The end other the age of costumed sociopaths masquerading as heroes.

My life wasn't like that. The world wasn't like that.

The Avengers didn't care who they hurt when they came in, guns blazing, to take down the HYDRA base. And sure, perhaps the people here weren't entirely good people, but they had lives. Hearts. Families.

Unlike the Avenger morons.

When I was little, I looked up to the hero's. Bruce Banner, with his amazing mind, Tony Stark, his legion of steel. Captain America, his shining shield. And I thought, nothing could happen. Nothing could touch us if we had these heroes. These shining statues of glory, of victory.

Then the world decided that the way I thought needed to be changed. The Stark missile came to our house. Killed Ma and Pa. I was six. Young enough to be confused about why it was hitting us.

Not young enough to not lose my parents.

Ma went in first. She was sitting at the head of the table, and was laughing about something. I was giggling, Pietro had just teased Wanda about her crush on a boy at school. I think his name was Evien Blancao. When the bomb struck, Ma was swept in. Pa grabbed us and tried to get us to safety.

Another bomb struck behind us. Pa fell. I almost fell in. At the last second, I grabbed Pietro's hand.

That was the first time I saw a dead body.

Pa's lifeless eyes stared up at me. His shirt was ripped, and piping butted out through his chest. My ragged gasp almost killed me. Wanda grabbed me before I could trip back into the sinkhole. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if mine and Pa's roles were switched. Would he have my powers?

No. None of us would have out powers.

Was I lucky?

No.

Was I OK?

No.

Was I ready?

Yes.

Short chapter, I know. This was mostly a filler and a  little thing about her parents death. I hoped you enjoyed. Working on another chap tonight.

Bye!

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