Intertwine

1 - Prologue

Hi there and thanks for reading!

I'm not the most knowledgeable of marvel fans, I just really love the characters and the challenge of trying to write them and have my own take on the MCU, hence why I'm writing this. If I get any of the lore wrong please let me know!

This doesn't fit exactly into any point on the MCU timeline, so it's more of an AU. It's set in about 2014, so the mid 2010s (to put this into context Roara is born in about 1593). It includes Bucky, Wanda, Sam etc.

It's a bit inspired by The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E Shwab which I highly recommend. 

It does contain some mature themes, obviously violence is one but mental health issues do come up and I will put a Trigger Warning at the beginning of any chapters I feel need them. 

This isn't meant to be a serious fanfic, just a bit of fun! If you enjoy reading please don't forget to star the chapters, it really does help!

I know I'm occasionally a little off with some of the characterisation, but I am trying my hardest! If you have any suggestions please leave it in the comments!

This first chapter is set in 1612. Happy reading!

It was a beautiful day.

We lay together in the field by my village and let the sun shine on our faces. We'd snuck three bottles of wine out of the manor house and were gulping one of them down straight from the bottle.  

"Please." I giggled into his ear.

"No." 

"But it's my birthday!" I rolled over so I was above him, my blue eyes locking with his green.

"How many times do I have to say no?" He asked, going up on his elbows to be closer to me.

"But I only turn 19 once." I pouted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes but you have a birthday every year, or have you forgotten?"

"True." I sighed and moved back to my original position, facing the sky.

"Fine!" He suddenly sat up all the way. 

"You mean..." I glanced at him through the corner of my eye. "You're saying yes?"

He threw up his hands in defeat. "Yes! Fine! You can braid my hair!" 

"YES!" I got up so fast I nearly kicked him in the face, running around him to gather wild flowers and petals.

"Hey, flowers were not part of the deal." He called after me.

I settled down behind him, the plucked flowers by my side. "Well you don't get a say anymore. By Gods, this would be so much easier if you actually brushed your hair more. You're like my sister."

He snorted at that.

"What?" I asked, brushing my fingers through his shoulder length locks. 

"I am nothing like your sister." It was true. My sister was 6, never brushed her hair, and refused to gain any manners. 

I smiled to myself. "No, I suppose not. But you're both horrifically stubborn." I sighed, parting the hair into sections. It was certainly softer than it looked, the dark colour contrasting with his pale skin. 

"Could you stop yanking at me like that, it is very uncomfortable." He muttered.

"I'm nearly done," I said quietly, tongue stuck out very slightly in concentration. "You should say please." I muttered, placing a daisy in one of the braids.