Eliza stared at the ceiling of her bedroom.  Her mind was running wild with all the conversations she had yesterday; specifically about the one with Mary Jane. The last seven words the redhead spoke to the brunette ran over and over again through Eliza's brain.  It was starting to become frustrating, since that's all her mind could think of.  It confused her.  She didn't like Peter in a romantic way; not right now at least.  And she hated to admit it, but after a long while of thinking about everything her friends and Mary Jane had said (and what she had said to the boy), she does see Peter as a friend.  She huffed in annoyance.  More at herself than anything.  Because why did she go a mess something up?  That something being a possible new friendship; that something hurting Peter's feelings.

Eliza just wasn't good with feelings – none of them, really.  They just all naturally came out as anger.  And, honestly, she needs to work on that.

The college student rolled her eyes at realizing how truly of a bitch she can be to others, and that she did probably go overboard when punching Austin Turner in the nose that day.  Shaking her head, Eliza rolled out of bed and walked her way to the kitchen.  She ran into Pepper Potts; the two females said a short goodbye to one another seeing as Pepper was headed off to work, and then Eliza was back to venturing to the food. But she stopped dead in her tracks at seeing to people who she thought she wouldn't catch sight of until the day she wanted to prank Sam Wilson again.

Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye, and Wanda Maximoff, otherwise known as Scarlet Witch, stood in her father's kitchen. Clint had a large mug of coffee and a toaster waffle in front of him while Wanda was eating honey toast with a glass of a milk. Eliza stared at the two; they stared back. Confusion filled the youngest female. Her half asleep state wasn't prepared to see her best friend that's an Avenger and her favorite archer so soon. She blinked a few times before a large grin formed, and she quickly rushed and gave Wanda a bone crushing hug.  Their powers were similar enough that they trained together often, and because of that they became great friends.  The main differences between them both is that Eliza is actually a sorceress and Wanda could get into people's minds.

Honestly, they were almost as close as sisters.

"I've missed you, Wan," Eliza admitted and pulled away as the older girl let out a laugh.

"Gosh, you too, Eliza." Wanda smiled back at her.  "It's been months!"

"Two months, one week, and three days."

"What am I?" Clint questioned in a sarcastic tone, "Chopped liver?"

Eliza rolled her eyes and moved over to the archer.  She hugged him as he stayed in the bar stool at the counter; he hugged back the best he could.  "Never, Barton," she replied.  She let out a sigh as she moved from the hug and stared at the two Avengers.  "Did my dad make you guys check up on me?"

"Yes, and no," Wanda answered.

"We were on our way over when Stark called-," Clint paused, realizing he needed to elaborate which Stark called.  "Tony called.  He wanted to make sure there wasn't a party."

Eliza nodded as she took in what Clint said.  "Well, no worries there.  I've been trying to find news on this evil ancestor Killi and I have."

The archer shook his head and took a sip of the coffee he had made himself.  "Why does that not surprise me?"

"Well, aliens did invaded New-."

"Forget I asked," he held a hand up and chuckled, interrupting Eliza's smart ass answer.

The two girls let out laughs of amusement at Clint. A smile formed on the man's face and he laughed some as well. For a while the three of them simply ate breakfast and talked to one another until Wanda got informed that she had to go back to the Avenger's Facility; with Clint. After the two Avengers left, Eliza was alone and she was left with her thoughts.

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After a short debate with herself on whether she should stay home and binge watch TV shows, or do more research for who her ancestor was, Eliza left the house for the library.  She felt as if she couldn't rest until she figured out who the woman under that hood was – but for some reason, deep down, she feels as if she already knows. Eliza grumbled to herself as she walked down the sidewalk. A half eaten sandwich was in one hand while her phone was in the other, reading messages from the Meyers.

But then she looked up to see where she was going and noticed that she was no where near the library.  Eliza knew the path to the library by heart; she could walk the blind folded if she wanted to. Confusion filled her from head to toe as she stared at the building in front of her. It almost looked like a library, she'll give it that. There was one large circular window at the top with a funky design; and there were stairs that led to two large front doors.  Eliza looked around, then back to the building.  Her hazel eyes narrowed but started walking up the steps anyway.  She felt drawn to the building, as odd as that sounded, so she wanted to figure out why.  Also, curiosity was getting the best of her. She stood in front of the two doors and lifted a hand to knock, but she stopped before she could.  Eliza twisted the door knob and pushed the door open.

Eliza poked her head in and at seeing no one lurking around, she stepped in and shut the large door behind her. She stood there, eyes roaming around the place. In front of her sat a large staircase leading to a second floor. The walls and the floors were made of beautiful brown wood. As she started walking around the building to see what was there, she found things held up in glass cases almost as if they were precious antiques. And some even looked the part. Others, not so much. Eventually, she found a desk with many piles of books sitting on the surface. Though, one particular book caught her attention.

A spell book. One for sorcerers and wizards alike. She picked the book up and looked at it closer. Her jaw went slack as she saw the name of who wrote it – Merlin. She quickly opened the book and skimmed over the first page. The book almost slipped through her fingers at seeing the added name.

WRITTEN BY:
Merlin
EDITED AND CONTINUED BY:
Amethyst Fagles

Amethyst Fagles. Eliza's and Killian's mother. Her breathing quickened and she shy the book, mind racing with a million thoughts. Eliza didn't know what to think, or how to process it. Some random book that her mother continued writing for an extremely old and dead wizard, who at first Eliza thought was very much fictional until the past couple of weeks. She bit her lip and turned around, walking in a fast manner back to the door she entered in. She needed to leave and call her brother and dad as quickly as possible.

"I believe you have something of mine," a male voice sounded.

Eliza froze in her tracks. She was just a few feet from the door; and she wanted to use her magic, but she couldn't. Not in front of this stranger, at least.  Slowly, the girl turned around and met the dark eyes of a tall man.  He had dark hair that was becoming gray at the sides.  She tried not to let out a laugh as she noticed the red cape on his shoulders with a collar turned up, and some weird blue clothing.  A green stone hung on his chest, held by a chain around his neck.  All in all, he looked weird.

"Why do you have this book?" Eliza blurted out the question before thinking about it, holding the book up.  Her expression remained unreadable to the man.

He rolled his eyes.  "It's mine, which I clearly stated in my previous sentence."

Eliza glared at him, not really liking how he used sarcasm.  "Are you sure?" She asked, "Is your name Merlin or Amethyst?  Is your last name Fagles?" She took a step closer, becoming agitated because clearly this man wasn't the correct owner of the book – she felt, honestly, as if it should be hers. Her mother helped with the book, after all.

"Well," he paused, "No."

"Then why do you have it?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it.  His own eyes narrowed, showing curiosity.  "Why should I tell you?"

"Because I'd like to know why a strange man has a book on magic," Eliza explained.  "Now I answered your question.  Answer mine."

"You're a child.  I'm an adult," the man stated.  "Therefore, I should be the one questioning you."

Eliza rolled her eyes.  "I'm nineteen."

"A child."

She pursed her lips; this man was reminding her too much of her father at the moment and she wasn't liking it. She glanced at the sandwich that was still in one hand, and then back at the man before her. A sudden, impulsive thought popped into her mind as he man watched her with curiosity, waiting for her to say something. But Eliza didn't say anything; rather, she did something. She tossed the sandwich to his face and instantly turned around and ran out of the building as the food landed on the man's face. Eliza then rushed down the stairs and turned into the nearest alleyway without any person; she quickly made a portal to her home and jumped in it, closing it before the man could catch her.

Eliza breathed heavily as she leaned against her bedroom door. Her eyes were briefly closed before she opened them and looked at the book in her hands. A book that she stole, and she wasn't that guilty about it.

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[unedited

Wow, I haven't updated this in ages and I'm so so so sorry about that! I had writers block for the longest time and then school and life was a bitch. But anyway this is here now and that's all that matters.

So Eliza had some friend-time with Wanda Maximoff and Clint Barton. Eliza is actually rather close with the Avengers, but she's the closest with Wanda for many reasons; one being that they have similar-ish abilities.  And then if you didn't recognize it, she had a little run it with Doctor Strange – the man Tony & Killian went to look for.  I tried to describe him as best as I could so sorry if I did a terrible job.  Anyway, hoped you liked the chapter!!]