WANDA
Eyes locked and shoulders squared, young Wanda Maximoff took in a deep breath before nodding her head. She looked up from the overly polished floor of the training room to the observers room, to where the elite stood watching, waiting. She could see them all clearly, arms folded as they waited. At her sides her fingers flexed, the red energy flowing from her in a curling motion. Wanda peeled her blue eyes away from the experienced Avengers and back to the heavily padded agent who stood ready to strike. She watched, waiting, knowing her reactions were being put to the test and ready to not fail. Lifting her head, the messy bun of her hair fell back a little. And just as she blinked the agent made his move, and smashed the black-out bomb onto the floor.
Immediately darkness took over, thick black smoke which stole away any light. Wanda would have panicked, but she forced her mind to concentrate and her arms stretched out wide. From her fingers the red energy poured, her eyes burning a brilliant red as the energy moved to the corners of the room. As powerful as a crashing wave the redness spread, encasing the walls of black smoke, forcing it inwards, compacting it. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes stern as she moved, her body urging the redness to squash down the wall. She could feel the power of her spell inside of her, the test spreading beneath her skin, testing her resolve. But she did not falter, her power gathering all of the smoke in its grasp.
Leaning back and moving into a lunge position, she put all her weight onto her back leg as her body curved. Her arms rose, with it her hands guided the matter before her from the floor and up towards the waiting extraction fan. Though far from exhausted she could feel the power surging through her, teetering on that edge once more. Her powers had been described as potentially dangerous, and it took a great deal of control for it not to overcome her. But she did not fail today and with a final grunt she expelled the matter from her grasp and watched as it was sent up through the extractor, and watched the seal close.
Wanda sighed as she straightened up, pulling the camisole vest back down over her exposed midriff. From the corner of her eye she saw the nods of approval and from the end of the room the agent gave her thumbs up. Wanda nodded once more and she turned to leave the training room, when those who had been watching filtered through. Though she stilled her journey, she had a strong desire to retreat to her room.
It had been a month since she had lain Pietro to rest, and though outwardly she looked to be doing fine, inside she remained a wreck. All of the Avengers had been incredible in their support, and had helped her into the routine of training to help with her powers; she felt no real connection with anyone, aside from one. Most here was naturally equipped, through training and protocol. Of course Steve was enhanced, but as it was his task to train the new recruits, he was always far too busy, or appeared so to be bothered by her. The only one she could ally with was Vision or Vis as she affectionately called him. But even so, he was now 34 days old, and though magnificent he was incredibly removed from the burden of human emotions. There was only one she could really talk too, one who she had become increasingly more fond of, and that was the mighty Thor.
Immediately darkness took over, thick black smoke which stole away any light. Wanda would have panicked, but she forced her mind to concentrate and her arms stretched out wide. From her fingers the red energy poured, her eyes burning a brilliant red as the energy moved to the corners of the room. As powerful as a crashing wave the redness spread, encasing the walls of black smoke, forcing it inwards, compacting it. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes stern as she moved, her body urging the redness to squash down the wall. She could feel the power of her spell inside of her, the test spreading beneath her skin, testing her resolve. But she did not falter, her power gathering all of the smoke in its grasp.
Leaning back and moving into a lunge position, she put all her weight onto her back leg as her body curved. Her arms rose, with it her hands guided the matter before her from the floor and up towards the waiting extraction fan. Though far from exhausted she could feel the power surging through her, teetering on that edge once more. Her powers had been described as potentially dangerous, and it took a great deal of control for it not to overcome her. But she did not fail today and with a final grunt she expelled the matter from her grasp and watched as it was sent up through the extractor, and watched the seal close.
Wanda sighed as she straightened up, pulling the camisole vest back down over her exposed midriff. From the corner of her eye she saw the nods of approval and from the end of the room the agent gave her thumbs up. Wanda nodded once more and she turned to leave the training room, when those who had been watching filtered through. Though she stilled her journey, she had a strong desire to retreat to her room.
It had been a month since she had lain Pietro to rest, and though outwardly she looked to be doing fine, inside she remained a wreck. All of the Avengers had been incredible in their support, and had helped her into the routine of training to help with her powers; she felt no real connection with anyone, aside from one. Most here was naturally equipped, through training and protocol. Of course Steve was enhanced, but as it was his task to train the new recruits, he was always far too busy, or appeared so to be bothered by her. The only one she could ally with was Vision or Vis as she affectionately called him. But even so, he was now 34 days old, and though magnificent he was incredibly removed from the burden of human emotions. There was only one she could really talk too, one who she had become increasingly more fond of, and that was the mighty Thor.
CLINT
Clint stood behind the glass, looking down to Wanda as she readied herself to take on another task. This far she had taken on everything they had thrown at her, and though remarkable in her talents, the team remained somewhat concerned about her withdrawal. Clint carried a burden there too, almost feeling guilty for her solitude. Once all she had had was her brother Pietro, and it had been for Clint that her brother had sacrificed himself. She held no hate for him because of this, but Clint remained heavy of conscious.
“What are they throwing at her this time?” He asked as he leaned forwards, his hands resting on the barrier.
“Smoke bomb” Replied Steve from his seat.
Clint nodded and looked back round, straightening up and crossing muscled arms across his broad chest, watching. And it was with an impressed whistle he smiled as the Witch completed the task, sending the smoke through the ceiling and away. It had taken her less than a minute to act and without hesitation, and almost like a proud father Clint looked back to Steve. “She’s ready” which was met with a nod.
Following the soldier down to the training room, Clint nodded once to her but his blue eyes were alive with contentment as Steve clasped her on the shoulder. “Well, that was your final” Clint joked to the young woman.
“And?” Wanda replied, not entirely hiding that hope in her eyes.
“You’re officially an Avenger” Steve said with a smile, which was followed with a laugh as Wanda almost squealed in delight.
Steve was called aside by someone, and excused himself leaving Clint alone with Wanda. The pair wasted no time in getting out of the training room, and Clint pulled out his phone checking the screen, and scowled a little when he saw nothing on display. “Have you not asked her for a date yet?” Wanda asked with a smirk, causing Clint to startle.
“Huh? Who?” He asked a quick attempt to look completely dumbfounded. But this was met with another giggle from Wanda as her index finger tapped at her temple.
“Do you forget I can read your mind?” Wanda replied, as they made their way towards the housing part of the vast Avengers building. Here Clint looked affronted, though it lacked any real form of anger as he opened and closed his mouth, before shaking his head. When he gave no reply Wanda walked off, but was shouted after by Clint.
“You know it’s rude to enter someone’s mind without permission” but he was met by a simple wave of her hand as she vanished from sight, leaving Clint with serious food for thought.
He had kept his true feelings a secret, never letting their relationship develop beyond that of best friends for as long as they had been employed. But it was getting harder and harder for Clint to deny how he really felt about Natasha. It was beyond the limits of affection, and he loved her dearly. People had made comments and jokes, and they would always laugh it off, but nothing had ever come of it. Hawkeye was no timid nor shy, but he was hesitant to act for fear of ruining anything.
Clint sighed and made his way into the communal dining area and poured himself out a more than generous serving of scotch, mind fully consumed by Natasha.
“What are they throwing at her this time?” He asked as he leaned forwards, his hands resting on the barrier.
“Smoke bomb” Replied Steve from his seat.
Clint nodded and looked back round, straightening up and crossing muscled arms across his broad chest, watching. And it was with an impressed whistle he smiled as the Witch completed the task, sending the smoke through the ceiling and away. It had taken her less than a minute to act and without hesitation, and almost like a proud father Clint looked back to Steve. “She’s ready” which was met with a nod.
Following the soldier down to the training room, Clint nodded once to her but his blue eyes were alive with contentment as Steve clasped her on the shoulder. “Well, that was your final” Clint joked to the young woman.
“And?” Wanda replied, not entirely hiding that hope in her eyes.
“You’re officially an Avenger” Steve said with a smile, which was followed with a laugh as Wanda almost squealed in delight.
Steve was called aside by someone, and excused himself leaving Clint alone with Wanda. The pair wasted no time in getting out of the training room, and Clint pulled out his phone checking the screen, and scowled a little when he saw nothing on display. “Have you not asked her for a date yet?” Wanda asked with a smirk, causing Clint to startle.
“Huh? Who?” He asked a quick attempt to look completely dumbfounded. But this was met with another giggle from Wanda as her index finger tapped at her temple.
“Do you forget I can read your mind?” Wanda replied, as they made their way towards the housing part of the vast Avengers building. Here Clint looked affronted, though it lacked any real form of anger as he opened and closed his mouth, before shaking his head. When he gave no reply Wanda walked off, but was shouted after by Clint.
“You know it’s rude to enter someone’s mind without permission” but he was met by a simple wave of her hand as she vanished from sight, leaving Clint with serious food for thought.
He had kept his true feelings a secret, never letting their relationship develop beyond that of best friends for as long as they had been employed. But it was getting harder and harder for Clint to deny how he really felt about Natasha. It was beyond the limits of affection, and he loved her dearly. People had made comments and jokes, and they would always laugh it off, but nothing had ever come of it. Hawkeye was no timid nor shy, but he was hesitant to act for fear of ruining anything.
Clint sighed and made his way into the communal dining area and poured himself out a more than generous serving of scotch, mind fully consumed by Natasha.