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Flashback
I'm 15 now, I've almost been here 10 years, I wondered if my parents looked for me, if they had any more kids, if they were still alive.
I was lost in my own thoughts, I didn't realize two men had came in the corridor, and were awaiting outside at the window wall.
"Dr. List is coming to see you in twenty minutes." One of the guards warned me
I nodded my head sitting on he bed with my feet over the edge.
It was time for another experiment.
I looked around the room to see the left corner was covered in ice and snow.
I had lost it that day, I killed two men and it took 7 to calm me down and sedate me.
I had froze them with my bare hands, of course nobody knew I could do that at the time so it was a giant break through and was celebrated later that night.
I didn't want this life, but it was handed to me, the life I was meant to have was stolen when I was abducted at the tender age of 6.
And now I have the power of snow, ice and water.
I was terrified of it.
And I was terrified of what I could do.
End of flashback
I shook my head getting rid of that thought while I looked around the big city, observing my surroundings.
Suddenly I see Pietro walking towards a small box tv in one of the stands.
I could the news was on and it was flicking the avengers.
"Is that?" I asked
"It is" Wanda stated.
I knew we had to help them get what they were after, which was the cradle.
People couldn't die because of something we've helped do, something I've helped do.
The screams was something that would make my ears ring, from when I was younger to age 15 I remember the screams of the people they were experimenting on.
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I could've done something, but I didn't, and now I was going to do something to save everyone else.
"We have to go" Wanda said as Pietro picked her up.
They both looked at me as I looked at the ground, the ground beneath my feet suddenly turned into ice.
I lifted one foot and put a blade and did the same to the other so it was like I was wearing skates.
I looked at the two before looking at the ground ahead of me making a small path of ice.
"Let's go" I said as I started skating at inhuman speeds.
The ice path continued as I skated towards where they were which was now in the train.
Pietro was waiting a bit behind me, giving me an advantage of being there first.
I could see everything by now, Captian America and Ultron fighting.
Pietro could see it too because he zoomed in the train me following behind him.
Pietro had knocked over Ultron and Wanda used her powers to make a fence from the trains polls which now protected him, while I used ice to block the area where her and I was standing.
"Please, don't do this." Ultron pleaded
"What choice do we have?" Wanda asked
"You brought this upon yourself Ultron" I stated
Ultron raises his hand towards Pietro and blasts but Pietro dodges it and it hit the front of the train.
Ultron gets out of the of the train which leaves Wanda, Pietro, Captian America and I stuck on a train that won't stop.
Captain America went to the front of the train as we crashed through a wall towards a busy street.
"Civilians in our path" he saids to Pietro.
Pietro runs off the train to move the people.
"Can you stop this thing?" He asks Wanda.
I looked at Wanda who looked concerned, she didn't think she could do it.
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I put my hand on her shoulder " you can do this Wanda."
Wanda nodded at me and stuck her hands out which had the red glow and the train had started to get slower and slower till it stopped.
I smiled at Wanda and followed the scared people off the train.
We saw Pietro breathing heavily and ran towards him.
"I'm fine, I just need to take a minute." He saids breathlessly.
"I'm very tempted not to give you one" Captain America remarks as he approaches us
"The cradle, did you get it?" Wanda asks him
"Stark will take care of it."Captain replies
"No he won't" I stated
"You don't know what you're talking about, Starks not crazy." He saids
"He will do anything to make thing right." Wanda states
The Captain suddenly touches his ear, " stark, come in. Stark. Anyone on comms."
"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it, where do you think he gets that from?" Wanda asks
That had gotten his attention, Captain America looked concerned now.
"We have to get to the Avengers tower now." He said to the three of us.
We nodded " there's a small plane at the lab." I replied as I remember seeing the plane in the lab as we walk towards Dr.Cho and Ultron.
"Great, we'll head there, let's go" captain said
Speed foward
We were on the plane, we had one of the labs pilots fly the plane as the four of us sat in the back.
I was sitting in the chair facing Captain America I clenching and unclenching my fists.
"Okay, I need to say this before I blow up, I was angry at the avengers when I found out my parents had died in the attack on New York, but I want to let go, I've realized that it's not the avengers fault that they died, you had tried saving everyone and my parents weren't the only ones to die, now I don't blame you, and I'm sorry for what happened with Ultron and everything." I said
The Captain looked at me.
"And Captain America, what's your real name, because it get annoying to keep calling you Cap-"
He laughed which cut me off " my names Steve Rogers."
I smiled lightly at him " I'm Willow Darwin"
He smiled " oh, the rest of the team, Thor is Thor, Black Widow is Natasha Romanoff, Hulk is Bruce Banner, Hawkeye is Clint Barton and Iron man is-"
"Tony Stark" Wanda spat
Steve looked from me to Wanda and frowned
"Why do you two hate Stark so much?" He asked
"He killed our parents." Pietro replied looking out of the plane window but glancing at me every so often.
Steve turned to me for confirmation which I nodded to.
"Well, I'm sorry for your loss." Steve replied
This caused Pietro to scoff "whatever"
I looked at Steve " one moment please"
I quickly got off the plane seat and walked towards where Pietro was sitting.
"What the hell Pietro? Why are you acting like this?" I whispered
"Why are you talking to that old tool?" He muttered
That caused me to laugh " are you, are you jealous?" I asked him
"What! No!" He denied
I laughed " don't worry Pietro, he has nothing on you, you're everything I want."
Pietro smiled at me then kissed my lips " when this is all over you and I will be spending a whole lot of time together"
I laughed " and I'd be okay with that."
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