Chapter 11
Why do people never listen to kids? Even when said kids have a combined IQ of 337 and figured out how to destroy vibranium when trying to create the perfect nail polish.
Was it because we were teens or girls? Or was it because they were Tony Stark's friends?
My brain had started going down this path of questioning the moment they had ignored one of mine and Shuri's suggestions in favour of one the sentient phone had made instead.
"This would be much easier in the lab," Shuri muttered under her breath as we walked the winding path towards one of the numerous rooms within the royal place of Wakanda. Down the long and wide halls that had seen more history than most countries.
I felt as if I was the only one looking forward to what was to come. A fight. A fight for my life. A fight for the first time in a year.
I was looking forward to it because it meant I wasn't just another citizen word to be protected by the oh so holy Avengers. The people everyone looked up to. My sisters. My only living family. But by the feeling in my gut, they wouldn't be alive much longer. That was terrifying. My sister can't beat someone when she lifted it a building just to rescue a cat who then ate the building. Then had hairball containing the building.
I thought about bringing all of this up before the attack but when I turned the final corner I saw wizard shake his head in a mirror. Which might I say is not the weirdest thing to happen to me today by a hypothetical mile. With the weird wizard's strange opinion in hand, I decided not to tell them but instead the fact I may soon be able to see my parents and hug them. And be free of society and my ability to feel death. An ability I've grown to hate. It was fine when I felt nothing and even after when there were only slight feelings. But now... now I have emotions I don't even know the names of. And I feel. I feel more than anyone else and that will be the death of me. Or half the universe. And both are a bad option for me.
The one thing I knew for certain is, either way, I'll never see one of the people I considered my siblings again. And I don't know which I would choose to lose.
Pietro. He was dead. He was my overprotective brother. He was my Speedy Gonzales. He was the blue to my purple. He used to sing me a lullaby every night when I was small. He is with my best friend. He forgave me when no one else would. He helped me with my homework. He helped me figure out home to block out other ghosts. He was always there for me. He was.
Wanda. She's my sister. She's alive. She helped rediscover what it's like to truly live. She taught me the joys of looking after a cat (?) for Fury. She helps me live the life I want to. She helps me master my powers. She is.
Natasha. She's not my blood but she's my sister. She's the one who I've wanted to beat my entire life. She's trained me to be a hero without my abilities. She was my first mission & she'll be my last. She's helped me adjust like she once did. She's become a mother and a sister to me. She has.
The whole of the Avengers have become my family and I don't want to lose them especially to whatever destroying this much because it was too powerful and it is going to win eventually. It's older than time, what's wanting the destruction. The current person executing its plan isn't but what's to come is.
I have to protect my newfound family because I'm one of the few who can. Me, a half-alien, a person thought to be dead, my best friends, and two American teens one of whom is ironically named America. A group of women have to defend the planet and dimension who has tried to keep us down for millennia. Like to defend those who hate us for the fact that we are women and unapologetic. Those who want us dead. Why should we be? it's not something we can be at fault for no matter what the white straight androcentric system says. We should not and cannot let them get to us or they'll win. And that is not an option not with who we're about to face.
I only knew him by the name HYDRA gave him and what they knew but that's more then most people in this fight can say. For those of you wondering what is name is, it's Thanos and he will destroy the universe before Ruby. And it was what she was born to do. And she's probably fuming about it.
God, my life is crazy.
And my phone is about to explode from the number of messages Ruby was sending me about her mum music and that she won't destroy the world.
Maybe it's a good thing most people don't know their destinies. Maybe it would destroy us to know what was happening. Maybe there would be more insane people if our world was like at. Maybe I already am. Maybe ruby is. Maybe Kat was. Maybe we all are. Maybe we need to be to survive in this crazy messed up world. Especially now would aliens about to descend from to a country who has tried so hard to avoid the conflicts of the outside world.
"Avengers suit up. Yulia stays here with Shuri, Vision and your sister. I know you want to be in the fight now is not the time, we need you, all of you alive," Steve said pointedly.
"But-"
"No. No butts"
"Ok, it's not like I can read minds or you know, know what we're up against."
"Yulia you can't fully control your powers. So you're not going out there and that's final."
"Leave it, Yulia, nobody trusts us, kids," Shuri whispered to me.
"But I know how to win, I just need to call someone. And then he needs to call someone and I may or may not I've tried to kill said person."
All Shuri did was roll her eyes and give me a pointed look before turning her case back to the issue at her hands.
I've messed up my entire life haven't I. Just because I worked for bad people. I didn't even have a choice. No one, except Natasha, seems to grasp the concept. The concept that you don't always have a choice in what you do. It's hard to have a say in everything you do, especially when you're only a child. That's the time the world makes most of the decisions for you and you can't help it. It's not my fault I was raised by monsters who turned me into the thing of nightmares. A thing that looks like an angel but which is truly a devil in disguise. Now I just have to choose a path. Angel or demon. My choice. My rules. My turn to control my own life. My game this time. And I'm going to win it. Because winning is the only way to survive for people like me. People who have been doomed by the world at the beginning.
People like me are made victims and can't escape that fate. The fate of being less than those born into a family not destined to be torn apart in a war we wanted no part in. Torn apart by a man I am now I meant to trust. A man who would either kill us or save all of us. A man who is lost. A man made of iron.
Why is always a man before the woman? All throughout history men have forced us down. They fought to keep us down. But why? Because they're afraid of us because we hold the power to end them if we wanted to. And it's is easier than snapping our fingers. But they don't want us to know that because it threatens their toxic masculinity.
We will be the ones to kill Thanos if Tony doesn't kill himself trying.