14 years ago, Black Widow had a daughter. No one knew about her, and her mother hid her from the world. When her daughter was only two months old, Natasha had to go back to being an avenger. While she was away, her daughter was taken from the home o...
"So let me get this straight." The woman named Melinda said. "Natasha had you 14 years ago, and no one knew?" I nod my head. "Then she had to come back to work with the Avengers for a mission that involved the Red Room, only to find that you had been taken by the Red Room." I nod again. "And Steve is your dad, who never knew he had a daughter."
"Yep, pretty much. Oh! And this was the last mission that I had to go on before the graduation ceremony, so I'm glad you guys found me." I reply.
"OK, anything else we should know about before we let you into the wild?" Blondie, whose actual name is Clint, asked.
After thinking for a second, I remembered something that I had told no one about, and not even the Red Room knows, which is surprising. "Yes actually. I have powers."
"WHAT?!" Mom, Clint Melinda and Steve (I don't feel comfortable calling him dad yet, because even though I only had mom for two months, that's longer then I've ever had Steve as a parent) yelled.
I smirk my mom's evil smirk that tells people that whatever they did, it was the wrong choice. "I have super hearing and can see really well. I also have telekinesis, power over the elements, and can reading minds and transmit to them. The last thing that I have, is wings that are hidden in a tattoo in between my shoulder blades." I explain. "Want to see?"
They all scream no as Clint screams yes. They all give him dirty looks and he just shrugs innocently.
"Clint's right. I would like to see the girl's power in action." A voice comes from the corner.
I scream because I didn't know he was there, and I saw mom jump, so I'm guessing she didn't know he was there. After I calm down, I hop of the bed.
"Do you have any clothes other than the catsuit that I don't want to know how you got off me, that I can wear?" I ask.
Mom nods and leads me to a room that has a dresser. She walks out, and I choose a red cheese-it shirt (Why they have that is beyond my comprehension), black skinny jeans, and some green converse, because why not? (As shown below)
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