Supernova (avengers x-reader)

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    A few weeks have passed since Abyss attacked and even though you're still hesitant about using your powers and you are always super careful to never unleash your full potential on anyone, things are going well.

    The Avengers have been letting you go on small, covert missions with them, and even a few big ones. Just last week, you helped to raid a gang's weapons stash in an abandoned warehouse. Other than the occasional raid or garden-variety powered villain making a stab at conquering the city, you haven't caught any whiff of Project Evolve members causing trouble, especially Abyss.

    The day after her attack, you asked Steve why everyone had seemed so angry to learn who she was. Apparently, she had assassinated hundreds of Shield agents in the past two years, making each one seem like an accident, natural death, or a regular old casualty in a fight. She had also managed to take out hundreds of threats to Hydra all over the world. Only a true psychopath could do that much killing and still smile the way she had.

    At the moment, you're doing Ultimate Target Practice with Clint. You're both in the indoor shooting range and on one wall is a row of targets. Clint and you stand at the other end of the room and Clint is firing arrow after arrow at the targets switching from left to right in order to keep you guessing as to where he's going to fire next. Your job is to shoot the arrow before it hits the target. You haven't missed yet.

    Clint nocks, draws, and shoots an arrow in a fraction of a second. When it's halfway to the target, your laser hits it and it disintegrates. Its dust exploding towards the target before slowing and drifting lazily towards the ground.

    Clapping erupts behind you and you turn to see that Steve and Thor have done exactly what you and Nat did a few weeks ago and walked into the room without anyone noticing. That day feels like it was years ago.

    "Very impressive, Lady ________," Thor exclaims, "I do not believe that I have beheld your level of skill and speed even among Asgard's finest warriors."

    "What am I? Chopped liver?", Clint says, looking mildly offended.

    "Why would you look like-"

    "Forget it, Thor, it's a Midgardian saying," Steve interrupts. Thor still looks confused, but he doesn't press the subject.

    Bruce's voice cuts in over the com link, "Hey guys, I need you all down in the kitchen, now. It's an emergency."

    You all hurry out of the shooting range and take the elevator a few floors up. The doors slide open to reveal a dark hallway with only a little illumination coming in through the windows in the adjoining rooms. You immediately sense that something is wrong. Everything seems just a bit too quiet, like the tower is holding its breath, waiting to see what will happen.

    You all sneak down the hall towards the kitchen, making barely a sound. When you reach the doorway, you hold up your hand to stop the others and extend your mind towards the other room, sensing the light as it bounces around the room.

    Wait... That can't be right.

    You step into the doorway and suddenly all of the lights flick on, revealing a Bruce, Nat, and Tony, who are all grinning ridiculously.

    They, along with Clint, Steve, and Thor, all yell, "Surprise!"

    Sitting on a table in the center of the room is a big birthday cake with the number 22 scrawled in icing on the top. Behind it on the wall is a big banner that says "Happy 22nd Birthday, _______!"

    You laugh with delight, "Wow, thank you. No one's ever done anything like this for me before. But how did you find out what day my birthday is? I didn't even know."

    "We looked though your orphanage records," says Nat.

    "That bitch, she knew the whole time," you mumble with a rueful smile. You always had hated the headmistress. The smile slowly slides off of your face to be replaced by a look of horror. "Wait, how much of my records did you see?"

    "All of them," says Clint, "and I must say, you were quite a trouble maker back then. That thing with the pasta? Priceless."

    You slap your hand to your forehead. "Noooo, I was hoping that you wouldn't find out about that." They all laugh at your embarrassment, the jerks.

    When you were five, you had put pasta in the headmistress' hair after she went to sleep. It had been revenge for having your book on mammals taken from you earlier that day. You were caught red-handed, of course, and they took your reptile and amphibian books as punishment.

    "Hey, are you going to blow out these candles, or are we going to have to starve?", Clint asks.

    "Now who's a bottomless pit?", Steve replies.

    You walk over to the cake and after a few moments thought, you blow out the candles to everyone's applause.

    "What did you wish for?", Bruce asks.

    You shake your finger at him, "You know that if you tell someone what you wished for it won't come true. But in this case, I think it's safe to tell you. I didn't wish for anything. I already have everything that I ever wanted," you say, smiling at everyone.

    Tony pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. "I'm very touched, ______. So much, in fact, that I'm feeling a little violated right now."

    "Careful, Stark, you don't want to make your mascara run."

    Thor grins. "I think that is what you Midgardians call a "burn", my friend." Everyone ignores him.

    "There must be something that you want on your birthday," Nat says.

    You think for a little bit, and something jumps to the forefront of your mind.

    "Actually... yeah, there is something," you hesitate for a second and Nat motions for you to continue, "I'd like to visit the old alley where I used to live. You know, before I got kidnapped."

    Steve nods, "Yeah, we can do that later. For now, there's something else that we need to do." Everyone smiles as if they know something that you don't.

    "It's been around a month since you've left the dark side," says Clint, "and we think that it's about time that you get a name."

    You give him a confused look, "But I already have a name."

    Tony rolls his eyes, "No, a second name, like Iron Man or Black Widow. Call it a rite of passage to finally become an official Avenger."

    "Wait, really?", you grin.

    "But of course," Thor thunders, "You have already helped us on many an endeavor and you have already saved the life of the Man of Iron, along with the rest of us, I suspect. It is high time that you joined the team."

    "So, have any ideas, ________?", Bruce asks.

    You think for a few seconds, but nothing comes to mind. You shake your head.

    "How about... Star?", Steve suggests.

    You shake your head.

    "Rudolf?", Clint asks with a grin.

    You frown. "Definitely not."

    Everyone goes silent, trying to think of what you could be called.

    Finally, Tony snaps his fingers, looking triumphant.

    "How about Supernova?", he asks.

    You nod. "That's perfect!" 

    Nat grins. "Supernova it is, then."