Alenas POV
"Whats that?" Annie asks pointing my medicine water.
"I have to take it everyday I don't know why though" I shrugged.
"Oh okay" Annie nods.
"Yeah it tastes awful though" I made a face.
"Well I'm sorry about that."
"Oh Annie hand me that book please" I waved at a old book.
"Here what is it?" Annie hands it to me.
"Its my scrap book I need to add you" I picked up a pencil and drew Annie in a blank page best I could.
"Nice job" Annie smiles when I show her.
"Alena how are you feeling emotionally and physically?" maid 1 walked in.
"10 for physically and uh......5 for emotionally" I replied
"Wow that's a all time high for emotionally!!" maid 1 fake smiled.
"Go number one" I snapped coldly. 1 quickly scurried away.
"What was that?" Annie asks.
"Every day I have to name a number between 1 and 10 about how I feel" I explain.
"Oh okay and 5 is high?"
"For me yes."
"Well this a cool scrapbook Al very pretty" I could tell she was faking though. All the drawings are stick figures. Sir and ma'am are only shadows. On the cover in big sloppy letters of had written Counts daughter.
"You call you dad count?"
"Yes its the only thing I know about him" I sigh.
"Okay well do you wanna play a game with me?"
"Sure."
"Okay well I'll start drawing a picture and you guess what I'm drawing know?"
"Alright." Annie started drawing on a pad of a paper.
"Bow"
"No."
"Uh a snake?" I guessed.
"Nope." A few hundred guesses later I found out it was a flamingo.
"Whats a flamingo" I asks.
"Its a pink bird with long legs" Annie describes.
"Oh well Annie I'm tired braid my hair before I go to bed?"
"Sure honey" Annie grabs a brush. I turn away from her and she starts to brush my hair. Annie hums as she braids my hair. Before she finishes I'm asleep.
"I will always love you daughter" a dad cooed at little girl.
"As will I" a mother smiled.
"I love you guys" the girl hugged them both. The family laughed and smiles clearly enjoying each others company.
My dream family.
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Counts Daughter (Avengers fan fic)
FanfictionAlena is my name it means light. I'm 18 years old. I don't remember who my dad is or who my mother even is. I don't even know my last name or middle name for that matter. All I remember from my child hood is the nanny that was hired to care for me o...
