A/N: I wanted to get this out last week but I’ve had a hell of a time writing it. But I got it done and I like it. I thought it wouldn’t turn out well, but I like what I’ve done and I hope you guys do too. I don’t know when the next part will be out. I’m not quiet sure what I will do with that or how it will go. Anyway, I’m going to try and get something else out maybe on monday, we’ll have to see. Feel free to send in requests and I’m always looking for feedback. I love hearing from you guys!
Summary: Leaving her past behind her, Y/n finally has the life she’s been waiting for, working for the Avengers and being around people that love her. But that all comes crashing down when her past comes back to haunt her and she’s forced to deal with it. But she doesn’t believe that those closest to her will stay by her side, even her boyfriend, Peter, when her secrets come out.
Warnings: None??? I could be wrong
A few weeks had passed and Y/n hadn’t made much progress. Jessica had forced her to work on teleporting. She was gaining strength, that she knew, but all she could do now was teleport too far away places. If she wanted to go to Switzerland or Greece, great! She could get there, no problem, but teleporting down the street or the next city over was where she was stuck. Her mind and body wanted to, thinking long and hard about it, but nothing would happen. The sensation that always came over her when she teleported would linger for a few seconds but then vanish.
Y/n huffed from her place on the concrete floor, a yoga mat underneath her. Jessica was right when she said that a warehouse would be the best place to train. She was trying to meditate in hopes that maybe if she relaxed her body it would relax her powers. But she didn’t really know what she was doing, she never had any reason to even think about meditating before then. And she was far from relaxed.
How could she be relaxed when Stark Industries started working with the company that made her. The company that profited off of her.
She was sure that everyone thought that the tension between her and her parents was normal, considering the fact that many people didn’t get along with their parents. But they didn’t understand. Tony was a man of science, but he had morals, ethics, and values. Those people did not. Her parents did not. They knew no such thing when they saw dollar signs instead of helpless children. All they wanted was money and that is what they were going to get from working with Stark, from working with the Avengers. Hell, the technology that they had developed probably had roots in the people they had experimented on.
“Just relax,” she told herself, trying to get the tension out of her shoulders. “Just relax, calm down and breath.”
She re-positioned herself, but it did no use. There was no way she could concentrate on that. On anything, really.
Y/n laid back on the mat, giving up on meditating. It seemed that it just wasn’t her cup of tea. Not then at least. Opening her eyes, she was met with the ceiling of the warehouse. It was completely different from the night sky that she had laid under the first time she had teleported in years. But this, the ceiling, made her cold. It wasn’t awe-inspiring or something that she had never laid her eyes on. It was bland. It was the last thing that anyone would want to see when they open their eyes.
“I just need to fucking relax!” Her voice echoed off the high ceiling, bouncing around. “Just relax. What the Avengers do is their problem, not mine. No matter how stupid it is.”
The words were meant to be reassuring and maybe they would have been to someone, but they just weren’t doing the job for her. As much as she knew that what they did was no longer her problem, she had a feeling that they were getting themselves into something that would be hard to get out of. If she hadn’t left, hadn’t run away, then she would’ve been able to stop them.
“No, no you wouldn’t, Y/n. You wouldn’t,” she told herself. There was nothing she could have done then. It wasn’t like she would have been willing to talk to them, to open up about why she hated her parents so much. So how would they be able to understand why she didn’t want them to work with them? They would just brush it off as her trying to get away from them, but it was more than that.
Instead of trying to work on teleporting, which never got her anywhere good, she opened her palm. An image, almost like it was real, danced above her open hand. It was a ballerina, something she had always wanted to be when she was younger. Of course, she was too “sick” for that dream to ever come true, but she was well enough to watch in on tv. The image that leaped around like it was a living thing was dancing to a routine from the Nutcracker, one of her favorites.
Y/n sat there, for god knows how long, watching the tiny dancer. It was about the only good thing that she though ever came from her powers. It gave her peace when she couldn’t find any.
It made her feel less lonely in the world.
The quinjet was buzzing with life as everyone was trying to come down from the high that missions always created. The adrenaline still pumping through their veins. But Peter wasn’t one of them. He was feeling off and it had nothing to do with the mission or the adrenaline.
He thought that everything, all the emotions of losing Y/n would hit him sooner rather than later, but he was wrong. It took time, but those emotions were creeping up on him. The moments when he would want to share something with her, they started to overtake him. Anytime he would turn around, hoping that she would be walking through the door to ask him about his day, they grew stronger. It seemed that everything he did made them grow and grow. He hadn’t realized how much his life revolved around Y/n until she was gone. And to think he had hoped that she would never leave him.
“You alright?” Steve asked from beside him. He had taken a beating, a bruise forming on his jaw.
Peter nodded. That’s all he could ever do. No one, as much as they tried to, could understand what he was feeling. Everyone always said they understood, but he knew that nothing they had gone through compared to what he was going through,
“You sure? You look a little lost.”
Peter sighed, leaning back, resting his head on the metal of the jet. “I feel lost. I feel lost without her.”
The man nodded, giving him an apologetic smile. Steve had seen how much Peter and Y/n cared about each other and he knew that it must have ripped a massive hole in Peter’s heart to have her leave. But that was life. Steve had missed out on the chance to be with the love of his life and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing but move on. That’s what Peter needed to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to say that. “She’ll come back one day. So don’t dwell on it.”
He scoffed. There was no chance she would be coming back anytime soon, not when they were now working with her parents. Tony had brushed it off as her parents only worked for the company, but Peter knew better than to believe that. He had seen them around the facility, they weren’t just blue collar workers. They seemed to be in charge, always snapping at people and telling anyone that would listen what to do. They were more than what Tony played them off to be. And Peter had a feeling they were more than what they wanted people to think.
There had to be a bigger reason to Y/n’s hatred for them then what everyone thought.
Looking around, Peter furrowed his brows at a watch that Tony was handing out to everyone. Peter reluctantly took the one handed to him, looking it over. “What is this?”
“It’s to monitor your health,” the billionaire stated, putting his own on. “So that when we’re in the field, we’re at our best and know when it’s time to tap out.”
Peter nodded, running his hand over the screen. Turning it over, he noticed that there wasn’t a Stark or Avengers’ logo on the back, instead it had the logo of the company they had just started working with. The company that he was weary about trusting. “You didn’t make these?”
“No,” Tony brushed the question off.
Over the past couple of weeks, ever since Tony signed the contract, new technology poured into their hands. It wasn’t as advanced as anything Strak could create, but it used different materials and accomplished things in ways he couldn’t. Either way, the Avengers were forced to use it all. That was part of the contract.
No one questioned it, they all understood what the contract stated, but Peter didn’t like it. He knew that everyone probably felt the same as him, but they knew better than to speak their minds. There was nothing they could do about it, they had to follow the contract and using the new technology was apart of that. And, perhaps, no one wanted to speak up about it because they knew that it would lead back to Y/n.
It seemed that everyone around him was walking on glass. Or so they thought. Everyone, even Friday, tried their hardest to keep Y/n off Peter’s mind as much as they could. And when they couldn’t do that, they gave him false hopes. As happy as Petter tried to appear for them, nothing they did worked. Nothing anyone did worked. Aunt May had tried to visit more, bring Peter’s favorite baked goods with her. The joy of her visits were often overshadowed by the whole in his heart. He tried to go see Ned, thinking that maybe his friend would be able to distract him.
He was wrong. Nothing could
“Peter? Are you even listening?”
He looked up from the watch to see Tony looking at him with a concerned look. One that everyone always had around him. They acted like he was going to break. “Um… No, sorry. What were you saying?”
Adjusting his watch, Tony stated, “I was telling you how I’m going to Rio tomorrow and was wondering if you wanted to tag along.”
Peter nodded. It wasn’t like he had anything to do. It seemed that with Y/n gone, he never had anything to do. He suddenly had all the time in the world and he was unsure what to do with it. “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”
Even the birds outside the jet could hear it in his voice, it wouldn’t be fun.
All she could hear was the pounding of her head, blood rushing to her wounds, as she fell against a wall. This was not going according to plan. Y/n pushed herself up, using the wall for support as the person in front of her lashed out, striking her in the jaw, the force knocking her back onto the ground.
She just needed to think, that’s what Jessica had said. She needed to clear her mind, think straight. Not let her emotions get the best of her.
There was no way Y/n could do that. Not when all she felt was pain.
But she had to get up. She had to fight her way through this, that was the only way she could learn. There was no one there to save her but herself. And she couldn’t fail. She wasn’t going to allow herself to fail.
Standing up, her knees shaking against her weight, she rose, spitting out the blood that had collected in her mouth. Being a vigilante was not something that had ever crossed her mind as a career option, but Jessica was right, it’s good for training. It didn’t pay the bills, but it at least gave her something to do.
“It’s a shame you don’t know how to stay down, little miss. Now I’m gonna have to kill you,” a hoarse voice sneered at her.
Y/n laughed as best she could, her ribs crying out at the action.
She told herself, trying to stand her ground. It would be easy. Just like she’d practiced with Jessica. She just needed to clear her mind. Not think. She could do it, she could do damage just like any of the Avengers. Just like Natasha. Just like Carol. She just needed to stop thinking. Stop distracting herself.
The person that stood in front of her was having none of it. They didn’t care what she needed to do as they snatched her up, Y/n struggling against their grip, bringing her over to the window.
“We’re on the sixth floor, little miss. So, I imagine the fall will do some damage, but I’ll let you find that out.”
Y/n twisted and turned in their grip, putting her feet against the wall in an attempt to keep from being shoved out the window. This was not how she wanted to end this. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax her body as best she could. Inhaling, she closed her eyes, images of her training appearing on her eyelids.
Exhaling, something took over her, wipping her mind and taking over her sense. It all happened in seconds. The threat of being thrown out the window no longer existed as she stood above her threat. Bending down, Y/n check for a pulse, finding that they were out cold. That wasn’t what she intended to do, but at that point in time she wasn’t really sure what she had intended to do. It all happened so fast, she wasn’t even quite sure what had happened.
Brushing herself off, Y/n walked out of the room, leaving a body in her wake.
Once out in the cold New York air, she pulled out her phone, dialing Jessica’s number. It rang for quite a while, her friend was probably asleep, before someone picked up.
“Do you know what time it is?,” Jessica’s sleepy voice came through the phone.
“It’s 1:23 and I did it.”
“Jessica? You still there?” Y/n asked before snoring could be heard through the line. Ending the call, she shoved her phone back where she found it. It was no surprise that Jessica fell asleep. Sleep was on the top of her list when it came to value. Y/n’s, not so much. She was now lucky to get a full night's sleep. Her mind was always racing, going 200 mph.
Y/n walked back to the warehouse that Jessica and her had been training in. Over the past couple of weeks she had tried her hardest to make it somewhat of a home. In one corner, furthest from the door, were three rooms, probably where the people managing the building would work. The three rooms consisted of a bathroom, a kitchen, and an office, just enough space for Y/n to make into a home.
Going to the kitchen, she opened the cabinet that housed all the first aid. It was completely full. Jessica thought it would be best to keep everything on hand because they didn’t know what worst case scenario would be. Grabbing everything she would need, Y/n set it on the table.
Sitting back in one of the chairs, she looked at everything around her. This was not the life she had wanted. But it was better than what she had started out with and that had to mean something. For once in her life she was taking control and trying to figure out who she was.
“Why are we now just hearing about this?” Steve asked, from his place at the conference room table. Everyone was on edge, just getting back from a hard mission. Things hadn’t gone as they had planned, causing a few members to be injured. It wasn’t too bad, they had all been through worse, but they all wanted to rest instead of have yet another meeting.
Peter rubbed his face, wincing when his fingers danced over a bruise that was forming on his cheek. He looked up at Tony, who was looking at the screen in front of them.
Tony turned to Steve, answering his question. “I don’t know. The NYPD thought that it was just some regular vigilante. That was, of course, until they saw this.” He touched the screen, playing a video that had been captured on a body camera.
Everyone wasn’t sure what they were witnessing, it was like nothing they had seen before. The vigilant was running, the cops feet behind, until they just disappear right in the middle of the street. There was no flash, no light, no darkness, no nothing. The person just vanished in thin air.
Natasha was the first to speak up, her eyes showing confusion like everyone else’s. “How long has this been going on?”
Tony took a seat, facing his team. “They know, for sure, that it has been going on for at least two weeks, but they think that a few other cases can be linked back to this same person.”
“And how long would that make it then?” she asked, looking at the screen that displayed pictures of all the people the vigilant had practically handed to the NYPD.
“And why do they want our help?” Clint asked, fiddling with an arrow. “Whoever is doing this is doing a better job than the cops at catching these people.”
It was hard to disagree with that, but they all knew that vigilantes did nothing but create more violence. They had their own system of law that often went against the one already in existence.
Tony shrugged, “They want us to catch this vigilant and make them apart of our team and allow them to work with the NYPD. You know, so the public can’t say that a masked man is doing more work than they are.”
Steven shook his head. That’s not what the Avengers were about. They did not take in vigilantes, they were a team. They worked as one, lived as one. No one went off on their own. No one went rogue and that’s what would likely start to happen if they allowed this. “No.”
“No?” Tony raised a brow. “Why not?”
“Because we-” Steve gestured to everyone. “-come as a package. People can’t just hire one of us like we’re paid assassins. The NYPD is just gonna have to figure this out.”
“The mayor’s not gonna like that answer.”
“What if,” Peter put in, “we help catch this person and let them do what they want with them? Then it’s not really our problem.”
Tony nodded. There was a reason he liked Peter. “How does that sound, old man?” he looked a Steve, waiting for a response.
The plan would have to do. It seemed as more and more inhumans and mutants emerged, they were often treated like a disease, people doing their best to rid the world of them. Earlier that morning, the Avengers ate breakfast while the news reported of the murder of an inhuman, who happened to work for the governor, that was killed for something they couldn’t change. It was a shame, how the public decided to handle this. They acted like these people, who were barely different than them, were against them. That these people existed to tear everything done. That wasn’t true. So, Steve couldn’t help but agree with Peter’s idea. Who knows the type of force the NYPD would use in catching an inhuman or mutant? They weren’t going to take any chances and find out.
“Alright,” the man gave in. “We catch them, but nothing more than that.”
With everyone in agreement, the team moved from their places and shuffled out of the room, leaving Steve and Tony behind. The two sat in silence for a few moments, unsure how to go about the topic they needed to discuss.
“So,” Tony drawled, “Pepper showed you the other videos, right?”
Steve tapped his fingers against the table. He had seen them, he was just unsure what to make of them.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Tony, what do you want me to do? He’s going to find out either way.”
Tony ran his fingers through his hair, trying to find an answer to the question. “I know. It’s just… I just…”
No matter what he could think up, there was nothing he could do. Peter would eventually find out. And no matter the spin anyone put on it, the kid would be crushed. There was no avoiding it. It seemed that Peter had the worst luck in the world and there was nothing Tony or Steve or anyone could do about it.
The two men sat in silence, trying to think up ways they could avoid the inevitable. The video that Tony had mention was playing on repeat in their heads. The vigilant jumping off a building, turning around just in time for the camera to capture their face. And in the dim light of the night, Y/n’s face was barely a flash, but the two men knew that it couldn’t be anyone else. It was her.
It was the last person they thought it would be.
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