Chapter 12
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 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.
Tony would almost certainly end up sacrificing himself to save the world he did have a bit of a death wish if I'm honest. But he has to know there is a way where he doesn't die. A way where everyone lives. A way that is so easy to pull off no one would think of it. A way that involves trust, ghosts, magic and maybe a bit of physics. All I needed was...
While I was in the middle of my thoughts I heard something hit the barrier. Something large and dangerous. Over the speakers, I could hear the others talking and the all too familiar sound of burning flesh.
I shot Wanda a pleading look attempting to get permission to go and help. Because for too long I've sat in the shadows and watched, soon I'll be out of practice and I've been training for too long for that to happen.
It would be even more of a waste of childhood than mine already was. I'm 14 yet I haven't had one day that seems normal. And today was no exception.
Today I'm in a country that wants nothing to do with the rest of the world, standing next to my sister whose nickname is the Scarlet Witch and her sentient toaster of a boyfriend about to run away to fight a giant alien who looks like a grape and his minions when I could be helping my friends plan a float for the New York City Pride parade. Life is messed up sometimes.
"Yulia I'm going out there. Stay here with Shuri and Vision. Please. I've already lost my twin brother I don't need to lose my little sister again."
"Fine but one scratch on you and I'm coming with the intent to kill everyone no matter what."
The thing is Wanda had already lost me. The me she thought I was. It was just a figment of her imagination. And I mean who listens to their siblings? Certainly, not the girl who's whole life has revolved around a fight. But this fight isn't about causing chaos but stopping it. And I wanted to help. In the words of a friend, 'I have red in my ledger and I'd like to wipe it out.'
"Can you handle this yourself?" I asked the guards present motioning a gesture which I hoped could explain what I couldn't find the words for.
They simply nodded their heads and saluted me. It was nice to be around army personnel again.
"Shuri I'm going out there I know how to win," That was all I had to say for her to let me go and hopefully save her brother.
Before I left I had to try to use a power I haven't since I was a kid with Kat and Ruby. My telepathy. Reach out to the other avengers and try to tell them what to do and hope that for once they'd listen to a kid.
Now I know you probably think they're older they have more experience. Well fuck that. I know how to win and if they won't listen half of everything will die and I'm not going to let that happen. I can't lose my family, not again.
"So are you sure this will work Yulia?" Kat asked as I landed in the middle of the battlefield already fighting.
"If it doesn't, I'll be joining you kit kat so let's be positive. Please."
"I'll try."
"How's it looking up there boys?" I asked Sam and Rhodey through my earpiece.
"Could use some help if you want to go out of the barrier." Sam said back.
"Or stay with Vision like you were meant to young lady!" Rhodey responded in over protective mode.
"Not an option any more."
"Did you kill him or something?"
"Vision situation."
From there I only remember flashes:
"You will die if you lay a finger on my sister bitch!"
"That was really gross." = Natasha Romanoff, 2017.
Thor blowing everything up.
Steve attempting to fight off Thanos by hand.
Sam going down.
Wanda killing the toaster before watching him die again and I have to admit I felt sorry for her.
"Well this is fun."
Thanos winning.
Them not following my fucking plan.
Though by that point my mind was completely shut down. Sadly it was too late I couldn't save my sister. I was the only Maximoff left and I didn't want to be here. Not with all this death filling up my head and drowning out any good left in it.
It took a few hours hugs and food before I was willing to exit my mind and talk but by that point we'd arrived back in New York and my hair had started turning red which according to Natasha is 'completely normal' given our backgrounds and childhoods.
"Hey little widow how are you?" Nat asked as she sat next to me on the couch.
"My sister's dead. My brother's dead. My parents are dead. My best friends are dead. How am I supposed to be? The only person I consider family who is alive is you. I just want to curl up and die myself."
"Hey it's OK you can live here with me I'll teach you Russian, Steve can teach you history, Bruce can teach you science, Thor can teach you geography, and tony can teach you math. And you can come on missions with me."
"Nat I appreciate it but you all have your own lives. I'll just go back to school and make them proud," I said.
"Maybe we should go to Clint's farm for a weekend. Or Sharon's aunt had a place in England. Or Tony has a place in Brazil or Hawaii? We should take a break together and figure out all of this shit. And maybe I can take you to Sokovia at some point and I can show you what Wanda showed me, and maybe even if we don't we can find some movies and curl up here and binge watch a bunch of movies. Or we can kill someone, that's always a good way to get rid of emotion."
"You know what, lets kill Tony."
"No. Let's kill Thanos, make a girl team up and kill the mad titan."
"Doesn't sound like fun btu let's fucking to this shit. I want to kill the motherfucking bitch that killed my sister."