The Spark

I am instantly overwhelmed when Tony guides me out of the lift into a long hallway, and I have the immediate urge to flick Tony’s arm, multiple times, but he gently draws me into a side hug.

“Don’t worry, everyone is very nice, and If they aren’t then they can talk to me, alright?”

I nod, and take a deep breath, and gesture for Tony to go first. We walk down the hallway and Tony beelines to a pair of closed doors which has loud noises of chatter and laughter filtering though it. He opens the door and slips through, holding it open for me and I slip through as well.

No one seems to notice us, for which I am glad, and I gravitate to the corner as Tony promises that he will come back with some people to meet, two to three people at a time, and I just nod, trying not to become overwhelmed.

I sit down at a nearby chair as I people observe, seeing a few people I recognise and a lot of people that I don’t.

There was a casually dressed Captain America, who was speaking with four people who were gathered around him, two women and one man?

The two women both had red hair, but one had brighter red hair then the other, and the brighter haired lady was wearing tight black jeans and jacket, while the other one was wearing a loose scarlet coloured cardigan and pants. You finally notice that the darker haired red head had slipped her hand into the other man’s hand, whose skin was a dark red and had a dark golden cape flutters over his shoulders. I don’t think he is human but I move on to the other people who were scattered around the room.

The next group I see are of young faced people, two 18+ boys and a 8-9 year old girl, who were running around a small corner playground, the two boys were playing what seemed like tag which made me grin to myself. One of the boys have blinding white and silver hair, and the other had messy brown hair. I then noticed a bunch of grown men who were watching the little girl, one had dark skin and a short haircut, who was talking to another black man while another man with lighter skin and brown curly hair was intently watching the young girl. You figured that they must be related, as their facial structure looks similar.

A loud burst of laughter draws your attention to the last group in the room where it seemed that two men were doing a chugging competition, and it seems that the tall, blonde man with fancy looking armour was winning against a man who had a quiver full of arrows strapped to his back. Behind them was an exasperated dark haired man, and standing next to him was a prim looking red head, who was wearing a blouse and a pencil skirt, an amused look on her face.

I take a deep breath and look for Tony, and I see him standing near the first group that I had seen, and when he sees me looking he eagerly beckons me over. I reluctantly stand up, walking over to Tony with silent feet, and I hide behind him.

“Guys, I want to introduce you guys to (Y/N)” Tony starts, looking around when he doesn’t see me standing next to him. He turns around, a confused smile on his face as he sees me hiding behind him. He gently pulls you next to him, and wraps an arm around me in a friendly gesture.

“Like I was saying guys, this is (Y/N)” You look up to see everyone smiling welcomingly at you. Captain America was the first to move closer and hold his hand out for a handshake, a genuine smile gracing his face.

“Hi there, I’m Captain America, but please call me Steve” His handshake is strong, but his smile turns into a pleasantly surprised one when my handshake matches his in strength.

Captain America is probably the only one of the Avengers that I actually knew by seeing their face, and I could feel the anxiety building up inside of me, and thoughts of my blossoming powers of controlling fire and air and the possibility of hurting the Avengers or any other innocent people was just increasing my anxiety.

But the darker haired red head seemed to sense my fear, as she surged forward and whispered in my ear as she hugged me tight.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe here, and we can teach you how to control your powers, I promise” I look at her in shock, but she just raises her finger to her lips in a shush gesture, her eyes sparkiling.

“(Y/N), this is Wanda Maximoff. Her brother and herself both have powers.” The glance that Tony gives me tells me that he is telling me this for my own benefit, so I wouldn’t be alone.

“I’ll get my brother” Wanda promises as she turns around, searching for her brother

“Pietro!” Wanda calls out, and then a flash of silver streaks towards us, and stops next to her, revealing a grinning silver haired 18 year old. He walks forward and holds out his hand to shake, and his obvious energy is contagious so I grin back, shaking his hand as enthusiastically as he shakes mine.

“Pietro Maximoff” He introduces himself, his Russian accent thicker than his sister.

“Hi, Pietro, I’m (Y/N)”

“That’s a lovely name. Will you be coming to live here?”

I look over at Tony and he gives a small nod and my anxiety diminishes as my smile grows.

“Yes I will” Pietro jumps around in excitement.

“Excellent! It’ll be great to have another young person around here”

“Hey!” Tony interrupts in an indignant voice. “We aren’t old! Well, Cap is, but that’s not the point”

Steve chuckles good-naturedly, grabbing Tony around the neck and pulling him into a nougie, messing up his styled hair.

“Steve!” Tony shouts, turning around and wrestling playfully with Steve, which then attracts the rest of the group’s attention. I watch on with a smile on my face when I feel a presence next to me.

“I never really understood this ‘play’ fighting” Vision says in a low voice, and when you turn your head to look up at him, you see him looking at Tony and Steve with a curious expression. Then he turns to look down at you, a tentative smile on his face.

“I’m Vision” He states and his tentative turns into surprise when I hold out my hand for a handshake.

“And I’m (Y/N)” I say with a smile, grasping his deep red hand and shaking it firmly. His smile is big now and when we release hands and turn back to the group, I see Wanda looking at me with an amazed expression on her face.

I blink in confusion but suddenly Tony is back at my side, his hair and suit rumpled as he gently pushes me to the only member of the group that I hadn’t met.

The bright haired head was very intimidating, but I stood up straight, and with a gentle push from Tony, I walk forward an introduce myself.

“Hi Miss, I’m (Y/N)” you hold out your hand to her and she chuckles, her stern face lighting up with a smile.

“Oh, aren’t you polite? I’m Natasha Romanoff, but you can call me Nat”

Tony gently guides you away from Natasha, and quietly whispers to you.

“She really likes you. She doesn’t normally let strangers call her that when they first meet”

“Really?” I says with a grin. Tony nods and gently pushes me towards the mini playground in the corner as he goes to the group of adults that were watching them.
I walk over nervously to the group of kids, hovering over by the wall before Pietro notices me and speeds over, bouncing with excitement as he grabs my hand and pulls me over to their group.

“Peter, Cassie, this is (Y/N)” I can feel blush creeping up the side of my neck as they both look at me. Then the little girl, Cassie, walks over to me and tugs me down. Puzzled, I kneel down as she whispers in my ear.

“Your aura is very pretty. It’s like wind, and fire, and water and earth all pieces together” She draws back and continues in a low voice so no one else can hear.

“Fire in your hands, wind in your chest, earth in your legs and water in your head” she points at each part of my body as she whispers those words, and I rock back on my heels, looking deep into her eyes as she looks into mine, revealing eyes aged beyond her years.

“Thank you Cassie” Cassie shakes out of her staring and bounds up, distracted by the brown haired man as she screamed out to him.

“Daddy!” She runs to him and drags him forward towards you. You immediately try to step behind Pietro but he tuts and pushes you forward.

“Pietro!” you hiss as the guy gets closer with Cassie.

“Come on (Y/N), you need to meet more friends sooner or later” he points out, the Russian accent thicker as he laughs at the expression on my face.

At that moment Cassie lets go of the guy’s hand and runs to you, hugging you around the waist. I jump slightly at the human contact.

“Hey Peanut, who’s your new friend?” the man grins at Cassie, who must be his daughter.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N)” I go to step forward but Cassie is now wrapped around my leg so I make do by leaning forward to reach his hand.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Scott Lang, and you have obviously met my daughter, Cassie” He points to the human limit on my leg. I chuckle and look down at her.
“Yeah, she’s great” Cassie giggles at me, and when I prompt her to get off my leg by shaking it, she laughs and jumps off, and then wanders off with her father.

Pietro grabs her hand and pulls her forward till she is facing who she assumes is Peter, who smiles at her.

“This is Peter. Peter Parker.” Pietro introduces you to him, and you both shake hands. Peter kinda starts bobbing up and down on his feet and Pietro sighs.

“Peter, whatever you want to say, just say it” Pietro rolls his eyes at him, and waits for him.

“Well, since you are here, do you have any powers or anything? I mean, Piet and Wan, were born with powers, I was bitten, Natasha was trained, Tony has his sui – “ Peter stops suddenly, his eyes focused on something over my shoulder. And before I realise it, there are hands on my shoulders and I flinch, causing the hands to slip off my shoulders.

“Sorry sweetheart” Tony’s voice drifts over my shoulder, and I relax.

“Are these gentlemen bothering you?” Tony chuckles at Pietro and Peter’s expressions are one of horror as they entertain the thought that they may have been bothering you,

“No, no, no, these guys are great. Friends, hopefully” I look at them hopefully, and both their faces are lit up with grins. They nod excitably at you as Tony gently guides you away.

“Um, thanks for heading off Peter’s questions” You look up at Tony, a grateful look on your face. Tony just sighs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Listen, (Y/N), I know you have been hurt in many ways that I don’t know, but what you did for Vision has made you a friend to everyone in this room” I look up at him in confusion.

“What did I do?” Tony smiles fondly down at me.

“Sweetheart, you treated Vision like he was human. You smiled ay him, you told him you’re name, you shook his hand. Wanda saw that and admires that. She told everyone” a blush creeps up your face as you realise why Wanda had been looking at you like that. Tony coughs to get your attention as I realised that I was standing still in the middle of the room, staring at the ground.

“Listen, I want to ask you something. I did a small check on you, a basic security thing, I assure you, and I know that you have been off the grid for at least five years. I know that you either have no family or you left them behind” He stops when he sees my face drain of colour.

“Look, all I’m saying, you have a whole level for yourself if you decided to stay, and I can provide you with money and anything else if you decide you want to leave”

“We want you to stay. And, if you want, I can introduce to the rest of the team, then you show you up to your floor, your room, how does that sound?” Tony pulls me into a hug as a tear rolls down my cheek.

“I would really like that” I choke. “Please”

“There, there sweetheart, let’s wipe that tear of your pretty face, and we’ll introduce you to the rest” Tony uses a thumb to brush off the tear and then gave me another quick hug.

“Alright, the next guy you’ll meet is quite loud and jolly, but a truly great guy” Tony says as he guides me towards the large blonde man who I had seen drinking before with the archer guy. I can see him now, laughing loudly as the archer dude tries to lift a giant stone hammer off the table. He fails miserably, which makes Tony laugh beside you.

“He tries this every time, and it never fails” Tony tells you as you both walk up to him.

“Thor, I want to introduce you to someone!” Tony pushes you forward.

“This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new addition to the household” You hold out your hand to shake but Thor just laughs and brings you into a hug, lifting you into the air. You try to squeeze back and he laughs at your effort, and he finally lets you down.

“Nice try, Lady (Y/N), but no cute little mortal is stronger than me” I snort as Thor gloats, as he looks down at me, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Little lady, do you want to test your strength?” Thor booms, and when I nod he grins and wraps an arm around my shoulders, guiding me towards the table where the giant stone hammer was sitting.

“Archer man, this lady will be seeing if she is worthy to lift Mjolnir!” Thor booms as the Archery man chuckles, stepping forward to shake my hand.

“Hi there, I’m Clint. You are?” Clint moves with me as Thor’s hands land on my shoulders and move me in front of the hammer.

“I’m (Y/N). And ah, what’s the thing about the hammer?” I ask Clint as I stare down at it.

“Oh, Thor claims that only people who are worthy can lift Mjolnir. But don’t worry if you can’t do it, nearly no one can. The only person who managed to get close was Cap, and it only shifted half an inch” Clint chuckles. I smile with him, but as I look down at the hammer, I swear it pulses with energy at me. I frown, and Clint misunderstands it as nerves.

“(Y/N), don’t worry, no one’s expecting you to be able to lift it because we all think that it’s all a trick, so there really is no pressure” I smile and nod as if that was exactly that was on my mind.

Taking a breath, I step closer to the hammer, thread my left hand through the leather strap, but with the other hand I trail over the intricate metalwork on the handle.

“Beautiful, don’t you think?” Thor’s voice is quiet and reverent as he crouches next to you, his loud spirit dimmed down as he touches the main body of the hammer.
“She is” Thor looks up at me, a genuine smile on his face.

“Go on, Lady (Y/N), try lift her” I smile as I wrap my hands around the leather bound handle, and I brace my legs, but just as I started to pull a tremor runs through my hands and I let go, my eyes furrowed at the hammer. Clint chuckles at my expression and goes to pull me away but I stand firm.

“Sorry, can I try one more time” I ask Thor, and he nods, surprised at my insistence.

“Of course Lady (Y/N)” Thor gestures at me to go again.

Smiling, I step back from the table, unwinding my wrist from the leather strap as I breathe in a deep breath, causing some chuckles from the Avengers that were gathering around. I ignore them and step forward to grasp the leather handle without using the strap, and with another breath, I pull.

I stumble at the unexpected give, and you look at the Hammer in amazement as it thrums in my hands, connecting with what might be my soul, my mind. I look up and I realise that everyone is looking at me. And in a nearby mirror I can that my normal (Y/E/C) was now a brilliant neon blue.

Noticing that everyone’s staring at me, I yelp and drop the hammer, which slams into the floor, cracking it. I can now feel the rush that I had felt when I picked up Mjolnir leave my body, and I gasp as Thor steps in front of me, slowly bending down to grab Mjolnir, lifting it up with ease.

“I’m sorry, I just felt a rush and I lifted her but then it became incredibly heavy and I dropped it” I lie through my teeth.

“Sorry Tony” I look down at the large crack in his marble tiled floor. Tony has the decency to look un-amazed and walks over, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me away from the amazed and slightly confused group of avengers.

……………….

In the corner of the room, a man was watching (Y/N) get guided away by Tony Stark. The man was breathing shallowly, a habit he had been trained to use to keep from detection as well as the black ensemble of boots, jeans and mid-length sleeves, which covered up the metal mechanic arm.

His eyes were focused on the girl, watching how her eyes flicked around the room and her hands fidgeted with her multiple layers of clothing. He had spent years been taught how to read people, and every move she made spoke to him that she was scared, afraid of something, and anxiousness.

The man looked at the rest of his ‘team’, they were talking to each other as if nothing had happened, he had seen when she had been brought in, when she met Vision, when she met the little girl of the man that shrinks and grows big again, and he had definitely seen her pick up the God’s hammer.

He had seen how the hammer had pulsed with energy when she had first touched it, and how the hammer’s energy had travelled up her arm and up into her eyes, making them glow. But then she had had noticed everyone, and purposely dropping it, something someone with that kind of power would have done.

The man was still contemplating the girl and her habits when someone comes up to him.

“Hey Buck” Steve Rogers says quietly as he settles next to him.

………………….

I had looked over my shoulder when I first saw him, a dark, mysterious man hiding in the shadows in the corner of the room. His hooded blue eyes were staring at me, his arms crossed as he leant against the wall. Only two parts of him were reflecting the light, one being his blue eyes, and the other being the fully mechanical left arm.

My gaze lingered on the arm for a full second before I saw someone step up to him, talking quietly with the mysterious man. Steve Rogers was talking with him, and the man suddenly straightened up, a panicked look on his face as he turned to Steve, vehemently shaking his head at Steve’s words.
I turn around as Tony distracted me by introducing me to another person, one of the guys that were hanging out with Scott before I met him.

“T’challa, meet (Y/N), a new member in the Avenger family” Tony wraps an arm around me as I instinctively held out my hand for a handshake. He chuckles as he shakes my hand with a firm grip.

“(Y/N), this is T’challa, King of Wakanda” Tony raises his eyebrows at me, and my mouth falls open as I look back at T’challa.

“King? Oh Jesus, I’m sorry you Highness, uh, Kingship?” I splutter, and T’challa laughs as he shakes his head.

“It’s alright (Y/N), here I am just T’challa, or Black Panther” T’challa’s smile dims as I sense a presence behind me. I slowly turn around to see the mystery man standing close to me, his arms behind his back, as he quickly steps behind Steve when I attempt to make eye contact with him. Steve coughs nervously, a shy smile on his face as he looks at me.

“Hey, um, I just wanted to introduce you to another member of the Avenger family” Steve’s eyes flick to Tony, as if to confirm what he had just said. I start to frown in confusion but Steve quickly starts talking again.

“Anyway, this is James Barnes, or, he was known as the Winter Soldier” Steve looks at me warily, as if he was expecting me to freak out by this name reveal. I shrug at him.

“Um, I haven’t heard of this guy” I falter at Steve’s amazed expression. “I didn’t really have much time for TV and social media over the last couple of years” I deftly step around Steve and hold out my hand to Bucky to shake. I only just realise that since my left hand is my dominant hand and that Bucky would have to use his mechanical left hand, but I steel myself and keep my hand out.

The look that Bucky gives me is almost shy, his arms twitching, as if he was going to reach out, but he shook himself subtly and steps behind Steve again. Steve smiles apologetically and turns around back to Bucky.

“Look Buck, why don’t you head up to the training room, I’ll be up in a minute” Steve whispers to Bucky, who nods automatically, then, with a quick look back at me, he turns around and disappears.

Steve turns back around to me, taking me by the arm and walking me a couple of steps away from Tony.

“Listen, (Y/N), I appreciate what you did for Bucky, like what you did for Vision, I just wanted to explain some things” Steve pauses as he takes a breath.

“Like myself, Bucky was trained to be a soldier, but his way was from more torturous means. And I only just brought Bucky here, about a month, and he still is uncomfortable here, even with me.” Steve looks at you with a gentle smile.

“But you, he is almost comfortable with you. He almost shook your hand! He only touches people in combat training, and even then he is so fast he avoids skin on skin contact” Steve looks immensely sad, and I pat his back gently for comfort.

“Look, I know that this might be a lot to ask, but would you be able to keep an eye out for Bucky? I mean, just keep being friendly, maybe he’ll open up more” Steve’s sad puppy dog eyes lock with mine, and I sigh, a smile on my face.

“Of course Cap.” I turn around to see Tony coming towards me, so I give Steve another pat on the shoulder, and as he smiles, I start to walk over to Tony.

“Listen sweetheart, I know you may not be used to this type of social contact, so would you like me to show you up to your room?” As Tony says this, I realise how tired I am from all this social interaction. You nod tiredly and you lean into Tony’s side as he places a hand on the small of my back, guiding me to the elevator. But he stops me before he presses the elevator button.

“(Y/N), to be blunt, are you going to stay?” Tony’s eyes are locked on mine, and I take only second to decide, before I nod. Tony’s face splits into a smile as he presses the elevator button and the doors immediately ping open.

Tony is practically jumping with excitement as he turns to me in the lift.

“You are going to love your floor. I’ve had it waiting for someone for ages, never found the right person for it, But I think you’ll love it” the elevator dings as he pushes me out of the door. I grin at his beaming face but then he sticks his foot in the door, stopping it from closing.

“But (Y/N), I would suggest that you go straight to bed, it’s quite late” Tony nods knowingly. I nod knowingly back and wave as Tony disappears behind the closing doors.

I look around at the dark blue corridor, seeing the corridors that branch off the main corridor. I was looking around with my bag over my shoulder, a bit lost as there were no signs on the door.

“Where the hell is my room in this maze?” I wonder out loud.

“First door to your right” A British voice rebounds around me and I swear, jumping in surprise.

“Jesus, who the hell said that?”

“That would be me, Miss. My name is JARVIS, and you are (Y/N)” the British voice says cheerfully, and I nod, mainly to myself, really.

“Well, alright then Jarvis, it’s nice to meet you. Um, can I see you?”

“Oh, I’m afraid not Miss, as I don’t have a human body. I am Mr Stark’s Artificial Intelligence. But I do have a form that most people don’t normally see. Would you like to see?” Jarvis’s voice is curious.

“Um, sure, why not” I shrug, and I jump back as a large, shimmery, blue sphere appears in front of me, and the outline pulses at every word that Jarvis says.

“Hello” Jarvis states, and I can just hear a hint of humour that I didn’t think an A.I. would have.

“Oh! Wow” I exclaim as I walk around the sphere, well I suppose I should just call it Jarvis. I look at it, and I can see through it, which is kind of disconcerting.

“I’m sorry if I’m scaring you Miss” Jarvis’s voice is hesitant, but I quickly interrupt him, shaking my head.

“Oh, no Jarvis, of course not! I just don’t have much experience with technology like you. You’re amazing!” I go to poke Jarvis and it jiggles, and I chuckle. Jarvis chuckles with me.

“Well, thank you Miss. I’m afraid not many people are willing to just chat with me. I really appreciate it.”

“Oh. No worries Jarvis. If you want to chat again, you know where I am” I grin, then I look sheepishly at Jarvis. He seems to guess my thoughts and chuckles.

“First door to your right, Miss” I nod, and I fingergun at the door. I walk over, and before I open the door, I turn back to Jarvis, the glowing blue light reflecting in my eyes.

“Oh, and Jarvis, just call me (Y/N)” I twist the handle open on the clean white door, and I smile as I hear Jarvis say one last thing.

“Very well. (Y/N)” he says, and then with a beep, Jarvis disappears.

Smiling, I walk into the room, keeping my gaze on the dark blue carpet as I quietly close the door behind me. And when I look up, I’m amazed.

The room was huge, bigger than most of the apartments I’ve lived in over the years. I unconsciously flinch, then I recover, observing the room again with a smile growing on my face.

The dark blue carpet matched the dark grey wood walls, the bedding on the king-size room black satin which matched it’s white undersheet and pillows. The bed was placed right opposite the door, so I just walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room. I can see a large dark red couch in the corner, with two flat screens connected to the two adjoining walls. Then there were two open doors next to each other, and through one I can see a gleaming white bathroom with a black marble sink top and tiles. And through the other door, I can see the inside of a large, rectangular room, which must be a walk-in wardrobe.

I sigh at the extravagance that Tony had put this room through. I can’t even imagine how expensive the rest of the level is. I sigh again, and fall back against the bed, my eyes closing, and within seconds, I’m asleep.