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━︎━︎━︎━︎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 was sitting in her room, a smile on her face as she messily colored outside of the lines in her coloring book. The Jade house was quiet, everyone doing their own thing. And then it wasn't. Yelling could be heard from downstairs, making Olivia's ears perk up in curiosity. She put down the blue crayon and stood up and walked over towards her bedroom door. She turned the knob, pulling the door open before making her way out of the room and silently creeping down the steps.

In the entry hall stood Olivia's parents as well as her older sister, Allison. Allison was ten, four years older than Olivia who was only six years old. Olivia and Alison both had dark brown hair like their father―︎though, he had no hair so there wasn't really a way to tell that he had brown hair minus his dark eyebrows that gave it away. However, Olivia had a few streaks of dark blonde that had run through her hair, technically making her a dirty blonde. Neither had gotten their mother's red hair, which disappointed her to say the least. Allison was arguing furiously with their mother, Amanda. Her jaw and fists were clenched at her sides.

     "You're crazy! A lunatic is what you are!" Allison snapped, glaring viciously at their mother before her eyes turned toward their father, Alexander. "And you! Don't get me started on you and your crazy experiments. I'm a kid, a ten year old child, that has no right to be treated the way you two idiots are treating me!"

     "You will not talk to us like that!" Amanda snapped.

     "The hell I won't!" Allison growled. "You have done nothing but manipulate me, abuse me. Geez, if you hated children so much you should have never had them! Especially not two of them!"

     "Don't bring your sister into this!" Amanda glared.

     "Why? You treat her the same way she just doesn't know it because she's six! She's six year's old! She doesn't know better than to listen to what her abusive parents have to say to her!"

     "That's because your sister isn't a hellion child like you!" Amanda snarled. She took a step forward, but Allison stood her ground.

     "She will be." Allison sternly said, her voice dangerously low. "She's going to escape from this hell hole, she's going to become better than you and she'll learn quickly. She'll be smart and get you two arrested for child neglect and illegal human experimentation."

     "Illegal human-" Amanda scoffed. "I don't what the hell you're talking about."

     "The hell you don't!" Allison yelled, the sound of shattering glass could be heard as an animalistic snarl fell from Allison's lips. Amanda backed away from her oldest daughter in fear, clinging onto her husband who had a smirk on his features as he watched her lose control.

     "Alex, call the ward. She's gone mad." Amanda whispered. Alexander's smirk seemed to fade at this suggestion. He opened his mouth to complain but Amanda sent him a fierce glare and he backed off before exiting the room.

     "Ali?" Olivia's voice could be heard, allowing herself to be known. Allison automatically calmed down at the sight of her baby sister and she went to rush over to her only for Amanda to stand in her way, shielding Olivia.

     "You will not go anywhere near her!" Amanda growled.

     "She's my sister. Let me pass." Allison snarled.

     "No." Amanda stood her ground. "Olivia, go to your room. Now."

     "Allison-?" Olivia frowned.

     "Olivia Grace!" Amanda snapped. Olivia flinched at her mothers voice before she met eyes with her sister one last time. Allison sighed before nodding her head and Olivia quickly ran back up the steps. Later that night, Allison had been dragged from the house, kicking and screaming and Olivia watched with horror and heartbreak, knowing that that would be the last time she would see her sister.

Once Allison was gone, the house seemed to be a lot duller. Olivia spent all of her time, sitting in her room and playing by herself. That was until her father had knocked on her door.

     "Hey, Livvy. Want some chocolate?"

     "Chocolate!" Olivia smiled widely before hopping up and taking her fathers hand. They walked out of Olivia's room, down the stairs, and then down the stairs of the basement. The basement was cold, wet, and had cobwebs in the corners. Olivia looked at the room in fear, moving closer to her father to have some sense of protection. "Daddy? Where's the chocolate at?" Her voice was a whimper as she spoke. The basement was dark, the only light was from the lamp that was sitting beside of a table.

     "You'll get the chocolate soon, darling." Her promised her. "Now, hop up onto this table and lay down."

     Olivia furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up at her father. "Why?"

     "Do it, or no chocolate."

     Olivia sighed before nodding her head and doing as told. Alarms started to go off in her head when her father started to restrain her to the table. She whimpered at the tightness, moving as she tried to break free. "Daddy, you're hurting me."

     "It'll all be over soon, baby." He assured her before going over to a smaller table that held different colored syringes. "Now, pick a color."

     "W-what?"

     "Pick a color!" Her father snapped.

     "P-pink!" Olivia shouted. Pink was her favorite color, and her father would be the reason why it became her least favorite. He smiled at her before picking up a syringe that had a pink liquid inside. He flicked the needle before walking over to her. Olivia, hating needles, tried to move away, squirming in her spot. Her father held her down with his free hand.

     "I do apologize for this." Her father sighed before placing the needle into her arm and letting the liquid flow into her body. There was a minute of silence before Olivia started to thrash and scream in pain. She felt like her insides were burning her alive. Night after night, a different colored substance was injected into her. And this went on for years, up until she was eighteen and she had managed to hit her father hard over the head before she escaped.

Eighteen year old Olivia Jade ran through the dark streets of Seattle, Washington, wanting to get as far away from her house as she could. Until she stopped. A pain shot through her entire body making her fall to her knees. This must be her father's experiments working on her. Olivia forced herself into a nearby alley as her bones started to crack. She let out cries of pain and before she knew it, she was no longer a regular human. She was standing on four paws, with beautiful arctic white fur and lightning blue eyes.

She was scared, she didn't understand what was happening, so she went sprinting off into a run. Whimpers were falling from her mouth as she continued to quickly run by people, not caring about the cries of fear as she ran by. She knocked people over, wanting to apologize but not being able to, so she kept running. She was officially a monster. Her father had turned her into a monster.

It went on like this for days. Olivia running around Washington in fear, not at all sure how the hell she was suppose to turn back to her normal self, or if she could even do said thing. It wasn't until she was being crowded in an alley, guns pointed at her that she really started to feel threatened. Her lips curled back into a growl, backing away from the men as they kept their guns trained on her.

     "Jesus, you people don't know the meaning of not scaring people." A man muttered, stepping in front of the men. "Lower your damn weapons." Hesitantly, they did as told and the man turned to face the arctic wolf. He had a bow and arrows placed on his back as he took a careful step closer toward her. Olivia growled at him and the man held out a hand, showing her that he wasn't going to be any harm.

     "Olivia Jade?" He asked. Olivia gave a snort in response, the man took it as a yes. "Olivia, my name's Clint Barton. I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D. We're not here to hurt you." His voice was calm as he spoke to the girl, making sure she knew that she wasn't in any danger. He was kneeled down in front of the girl, making sure to keep his movement slow knowing that anything could set the wolf off. Olivia watched the man with careful eyes, his posture and voice calmed her down, and slowly she started to assure herself that he wasn't going to hurt her. The more she started to calm down, the more closer she started to come back to being her human self.

When the dirty blonde became herself again, she had to use her hands to cover her naked body. Clint nodded for one of the men to bring a blanket, and so he did. He handed Clint the blanket and he quickly wrapped it around the girl.

     "Thank you," Olivia whispered toward the male. Clint nodded at her in response before helping her up and bringing her back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base where she was given a shower and some new clothes.