Ignite (Marvel FanFiction)

Introduction

My brown wet hair clings against my pale skin like a sticker, leaving wet droplets scattered across my cheeks. I open my worn-out wooden dresser and grab my brother's overused white t-shirt. It falls past my knees fitting like a dress, just how I like it.

"Sona?" I hear Mama call from the parlor. "Papa's home!" My eyes light up with relief. I sprint through our short hallway and into my papa's arms. "Thank goodness you're ok." I whisper into his chest. He cradles my head pushing it against him.

"Movie night!" he exclaims while letting me go. "And it's Wanda's turn to pick." I turn around to see my sister practically jumping in excitement. My eyes roll knowing that whenever it is my sister's turn to pick, she always goes for the Dick Van Dyke show.

Papa opens his suit case full of wonderful CDs."Wanda you pick."

"My pick isn't here." Wanda laughs teaseingly.

"I have forgot, I put it in the special place for extra safe keeping." I follow Papa and Pietro to a hidden compartment in our back wall. It is covered with a red patterned rug that hangs down from the ceiling.

Papa pulls out a box that seems to be full of Dick Van Dyke episodes. I personally hate sitcoms, but Wanda has an obsession over them. Last week I dared to ask her why she has such an odd fascination with them, and she replied with "They make me feel safe." Very silly, she might be older then me but I'm way more mature. I personally like superhero movies, as a big kid would.

When we get to the couch I sit in between Wanda and Pietro on the rug in front of it . Papa puts in the CD as Wanda explains what shenanigan means to Pietro and I. "Shenanigan is like problem, but more silly than scary."

"Boring.." I mumble under breath.

Halfway through the show exhaustion takes over my body, I can feel my eyelids gradually giving up. The sound of the tv muffles in my ear while I softly lean my head against Pietros warm shoulders.

Then- without warning... Everything goes numb.
I can't hear.
I can't see.
I can't talk.
I can't move.

I think there was some kind of explosion. My eyes finally open and I find myself trapped in rubble. It hurts to move or talk. I feel warm tears fall down my cheeks.

What's going on?

Frustration takes over my body and Im like a ticking time bomb. So many questions consume my mind,

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Where is Mama and Papa?

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Am I dead?

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Where is Wanda and Pietro?

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Are they dead?

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