November's POV
My father didn't try to talk to me again, and I'm glad he is, but I just can't help but feel sorry for everyone around me, especially him, because I haven't been the same from when my father remembers me, especially since coming back after my first year as an Avenger and this past month.
Sometimes I get flashbacks of that first year I was an Avenger, all of the kids coming in and being sent to kill people over and over until the person they were when they first walked in was completely gone, then they were allowed to leave.
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Stephen's POV
I was about to walk into the kitchen when I heard Bucky and Steve talking in there.
"She was never that powerful," Steve said, looking at Bucky in the dimly lit room.
"Times change, and people need to stand up for themselves. She's also a teenager," Bucky said, shaking his head.
"A teenager who has seen too much," Steve whispered, looking at his hands.
"You've been dead for six years, Steve, and over time people change, but most of it was from her first year as an Avenger," I said, walking into the room and sitting down in a chair at the table.
"Strange, what do you mean by her first year as an Avenger?" Bucky said, looking at me confusingly.
"Since you were her godparent, she would have had to go to an orphanage, so I adopted her, and I guess Fury took her innocence as a thing he needed to fix. Fury forced me to sign a contract that I didn't read because I trusted Fury, but it stated that no matter what Fury does to November, I couldn't do anything about it," I said, taking a pause.
"What did he do?" Steve asked me, looking up from his hands.
"He forced her to sign a lifelong contract with the Avengers, and then he sent her away," I said, standing up and walking over to the counter.
"Where?" Bucky said.
I sighed and then said, "He sent her there for as long as she had innocence to get rid of it."
"Strange, tell us," Steve said, standing up.
I took a deep breath and then said it, "The Red Room."
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Naomi's POV
I sighed as I turned into the driveway to see my father standing on the porch.
"Where have you been?" he practically yelled at me.
"November needed me," I responded as I grabbed my stuff out of the car.
"One, I saw on the news she did not need you; she was fine, and second off, you're my daughter; I can't live without you," he said, slurring his words.
"Don't start this," I responded as I pushed him aside to go into the house.
"Make me some bean dip, and grab me a beer for me, would ya?" My father called out, walking to the living room.
I sighed as I set my stuff at the bottom of the stairs to grab him his beer.
"Atta girl," he said, patting my head as if I were a dog.
I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen to heat him some bean dip.
Once I handed him the bean dip, I grabbed my stuff and headed up to my room.
In my house we have two domains: the first floor is my father's domain, and the 2nd floor is my domain. I relished the thought of my sanctuary, where I could escape the noise of the living room and indulge in my own interests.
I smiled as I walked into my pink-filled room; I had many posters and photos up on the walls. My favorite was of me and November the day we met in the bakery; I sighed as I remembered that the bakery was now gone.
I quickly put away all of my things and hopped onto my bed and went on TikTok.
The first thing I saw was a video showing the young mice fighting. The next video was of Billy and Jeff using their powers. The third was Arlo shooting his gun. The fourth was Morgan using her weapons from her father. The fifth was an edit of Nove using her powers and fighting. The final one was of me throwing my daggers.
I turned off my phone and stood to start cleaning my room a little. As I picked up a few clothes from the floor, I couldn't help but think about how each video captured a different side of our lives. It was a chaotic blend of friendship and struggle, but it reminded me that we were all in this together, fighting our battles, both big and small, when most of us had just met that day.
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Jeff's POV
When I got back to the orphanage, it was late and no one was up. I went to the main office to go check in.
"We have a new kid," the headmistress said.
"I thought we were full," I said, writing my name onto the sign-in sheet.
"Her name is Stella; I think you will do her a lot of good," the headmistress said, handing me Stella's information.
I nodded my head and went to the room that Stella should be in.
As I walked into the room, I saw a girl who couldn't be older than five with long red hair; she was curled in a ball on her bed.
I walked over to her and sat on the edge of her bed and said, "Hi Stella, my name is Jeff."
She looked up at me with wide eyes, then threw her arms around me.
'How old are you?" I asked softly.
As she pulled away, she held up four fingers and then said, "My brother's name was Leo, but you look like him."
I smiled, wanting to know what happened to the poor girl.
"What did you do today?" the girl asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.
"I got a DNA test with a friend because she wants to know who her mom is, and I want to know who my parents are," I said, smiling.
The girl nodded her head and then said, "I never met my parents; they left us after I was born, and my brother raised me until he got sick."
I pulled the girl into a hug, feeling sorry for her.
"I want to know who they are," she said as we pulled apart.
"How about this: you and I go into the city tomorrow, and if you want, you can get a DNA test and meet my friends," I said, smiling.
Stella instantly started nodding with a huge smile on her face.
After a while of talking, it was time for curfew, so I had to leave, but I promised to come back to her the moment I wake up tomorrow.
I smiled as I fell asleep. I always tried to be close with the kids here, but most were adopted after a month or so, and they never really wanted to get to know me, but I knew Stella would be here for a while, and I knew I could make the time here better for her.
When i woke up the next morning i kept my promise and went straight to Stella, when i walked into the room she was still sound asleep so went and sat on the edge of her bed.
I smiled at the young girl who was sleeping peacefully in her bed, probably after a night of not being able to sleep. I reached over and started to gently play with her hair.
After a few minutes she woke up, and as soon as she saw me, she lunged at me, hugging me.
"Can we leave right now?" she said excitedly while rubbing her eyes.
"Yes, you just need to get dressed," I told the young girl.
She nodded her head and quickly got dressed.
After I signed us both out, we were walking out of the orphanage when Stella said, "Are we going to eat?"
"Yes, the bakery I used to work at got destroyed, but there's another good one somewhere else," I said, grabbing the girl's hand and leading her into the crowded city.
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November's POV
I was about to leave for the city to meet up with Arlo, Jeff, and Morgan when my father walked over to me.
"What do you want?" I asked, but then I noticed that he looked like he was sad to the point that he was scared.
"Dad," I said, starting to become concerned for the man standing in front of me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said softly.
"Didn't tell you what?" I asked, taking a step back, knowing he found out something from my past, but I wasn't sure what.
"You were 10 and sent to the same place as Nat," he said, looking at me.
"The same age as her, and she ended up okay," I responded, turning around to leave.
"Ember, that's too young; it's not right for anyone," my dad said, bringing my attention back to him.
"Yet no one stopped it," I responded, turning back to look at him. "No one tried to stop Fury; no one could. There's a reason I am the way I am today." I said.
"But you shouldn't have had to grow up that fast," my dad said, looking down at his hands.
"You're the one who gave me the reason to be. You were never there; I tried to prove myself to you over and over again, and I never could. I knew what was in the contract Fury gave me; I knew I had to sign it, but I wanted to. I wanted to make you proud." I said, turning around and walking out of the training base.
When I got to the bakery we decided to meet at, I instantly saw a child attached to Jeff's leg.
"Who is this?" I asked as I walked over to my group of friends.
"Stella," the young girl said, smiling at me.
"Well, it's wonderful to meet you, Stella," I responded.
"She came to the orphanage last night; her brother raised her until he got sick and passed away, and I figured since you and I get to see who our parents are today, I would bring her along to get a DNA test since she brought it up," Jeff said.
I nodded my head, smiling, and then turned to Morgan and said, "Your mom didn't give you much of a hard time, did she?"
"No, she didn't; she actually said she was proud of me," Morgan said, giving me a hug.
"That's good," I said, smiling.
"Do y'all know if Naomi went back to West Virginia or something? She suddenly disappeared." Arlo said.
"Yeah, she had to go back to her dad," I said, looking over at him.
He nodded his head, and then I grabbed one of the muffins on the table.
"Are you all superheroes?" Stella asked, looking up at us.
"In a way," I responded, looking down at the girl.
"That's awesome," Stella said, giggling.
We all smiled and hung out for a while till we all decided to go our separate ways.
Morgan went back to hang out with her mom, and Arlo had to go to work. So I, Stella, and Jeff all went to the hospital where I and Jeff got the DNA test.
Once we checked in and Stella got tested, we were given mine and Jeff's results.
"You first," I said, nodding my head towards Jeff.
He nodded his head and then slowly looked at the papers in front of him, then he froze.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking over at him.
"Nothing, just shocked," Jeff said, looking up.
"About what?" Stella asked.
"My father is Vision, and my mother is Wanda Maximoff," Jeff said, looking at us.
"Actually," I said, shocked.
"Actually," Jeff responded, looking at me.
"That's awesome," I said, smiling.
"Yeah, your turn," Jeff said, nodding towards me.
I looked down at the papers in my hand and opened it.
As soon as I read what was on the paper, it made me drop it.
"What's wrong?" Jeff said, looking confused.
"Apparently Peggy has a sister named Hellen, who married Daniel Stark, Howard Stark's brother, and then together they had a daughter named Lia, who married John Maximoff, and together they had a set of triplets named Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Ella Maximoff," I said, looking over at Jeff.
"And?" he asked, looking confused.
"Pietro died before he had kids; Wanda had a set of twins, Billy and you, and Ella had three kids before she died, the eldest being an 18-year-old named Leo who died of leukemia this past year, and the youngest being a four-year-old named Stella," I said, looking up at him.
"And the middle child?" Jeff asked me.
"It doesn't say who the father of them is, but it says that Lea and Stella are my half-siblings, and I'm the other child," I said, looking over at Stella.
"That's amazing!" Jeff said excitedly.
"But Wanda never said anything about a sister," I said.
"Well, now's the time to ask her, plus I get to tell her who I am," Jeff said, standing up.
"I guess so," I said, standing up.
As we were walking out the door, a doctor came running over to us and gave us Stella's results.
We decided to go back to the bakery and open them there.
Once we sat down, we asked Stella if she wanted to open them herself, but she shook her head no.
So I opened them, and my jaw dropped when her results confirmed mine.
"Stella," I said, looking over at her, and she looked at me with wide, wondering eyes.
"We have the same mom," I said, smiling.
A huge smile spread over the young girl's face, and she stood up and eagerly ran to hug me.
"Who is my dad?" she asked as she pulled away.
I took a deep breath and said the last name I was expecting to say, "Nick Fury."
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Steve's POV
Me, Peggy, Wanda, Pepper, Morgan, Bucky, and Elizabeth were all sitting in the front room hanging out when November walked in with a boy with blond hair that I remember she found against Hydra with and a young girl.
"Who are these two?" I asked November.
"Wanda," Ember said, ignoring me.
"Yes?" Wanda asked, looking at my daughter.
"Did you know that Peggy had a sister named Hellen who married Daniel Stark, Tony's uncle, and together they had a daughter named Lia who married Daniel Maximoff and had a set of triplets: you, Pietro, and my mother?" Ember said, causing everyone to stand up confused.
"How did you find out about that?" me, Wanda, and Peggy said at the same time, causing Morgan, Pepper, Elizabeth, and Bucky to become even more confused.
"So you three knew and never told us," Stella said, joining the conversation.
"Who even are you?" I asked, staring at the girl.
"Stella, I'm Ella's youngest child," the girl said, giving me a death glare.
"So she has two kids, so what?" I said.
"Actually, she had three: my older brother Leo with Nick Fury, me with you, and Stella with Nick Fury," Ember said, glaring at me.
"Holy shit," Elizabeth said.
"Don't say that while around Stella," November said, glaring at Elizabeth, who took a step back, scared of the teenager.
"Who are you?" Bucky asked, nodding towards the blond boy beside the two girls.
"Jeff Port, but I guess my actual name is Tommy Maximoff," the boy, Jeff, said, causing Wanda to gasp and back into the chair behind her.
Everyone except the three in front of us all looked at each other in shock.
"Wanda, if you knew, why didn't you tell us? Peggy, if you knew, why didn't you tell us? Dad, if you knew, why didn't you tell me?" November said, putting Stella down.
"Bad things can happen," I responded, taking a step towards my daughter.
She took a step back, looking like she would murder everyone in the room except for the two people beside her in a heartbeat.
"I knew if you found out you'd realize what you are capable of, of what you could do to the world," Wanda said, standing up.
"Well, it only answered my questions," November said, walking to stand in front of Jeff and Stella.
"This will be fun," she said, conquering this purple mist that looked like it was the most incredible thing in the world but like it could destroy the world.
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November's POV
I started to laugh seeing the scared faces of the group standing in front of me.
I used my power to destroy the window behind them and said, "Maybe next time you'll tell me before it ends badly."
I turned around and walked out of the compound with Jeff and Stella on my heels. All I was going to do was walk them to the orphanage and then come back to the training base for a lecture on how inappropriate it was to do that, but instead my dad decided to ruin my plan.
"Ember, wait," my dad called, running outside.
I turned around to look at him and then told Stella and Jeff, "I'll be fine; go ahead to the orphanage; I'll text you later."
Jeff nodded, and the two walked off.
"I was planning on telling you someday," my dad said once he reached me.
"You had many, many chances to tell me, and you never did," I responded to him.
"I just wanted to keep you safe," he said, looking down at me softly.
"But you didn't, did you?" I responded up at him.
"Ember, I tried. I really tried," my dad said, sounding like he was begging on his knees for forgiveness.
"You wanted to keep me safe, so you died," I said, nodding my head.
"You know what I meant," he said, looking down at me.
I sighed, knowing he was right.
"I know why you did what you did, but that didn't mean you had to abandon me," I responded, looking up into my father's eyes.
"I didn't want to, but Fury made me," he said, looking down at me.
I nodded my head and then looked down at the floor.
"Please, Ember, I just want to fix our relationship. I love you," my dad said, looking at me as tears filled his eyes.
Suddenly something snapped in me, and I threw my arms around my dad's chest and held onto him as if my life depended on it.
"I love you too," I whispered as my tears started falling from my eyes.
My dad squeezed me tighter as his own tears started to fall into my hair.
I realized then that just maybe everything might end up alright.
*Time Skip*
It's been a week since I and my dad made up, and ever since we've been closer than ever.
I was out at one of the picnic tables eating a sandwich when one of the closest people to me other than my dad, Stephen, and Naomi came back from Asgard.
Thor never really came to the training base anymore, and so I don't see him as much as I used to.
"Hey little earthling," he called out to me, laughing.
I put my sandwich down and ran over to him, and he picked me up and spun me in the air while I laughed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked once he put me down.
"I heard we have some returnees," Thor said, laughing.
I smiled, nodding my head.
"I figured we should throw them a party!" he said suddenly, making me on board.
"Come on, let's go plan one," I said, giggling as I pulled him inside.
It was several hours later, and I, Wanda, my dad, Bucky, Elizabeth, Stephen, Pepper, Morgan, Peter, Thor, my grandmother, Bruce, and Nat were all in a room that the party was taking place in.
We were all sitting around the table and just having fun when Thor dared everyone to try to pick up his hammer, and everyone failed.
I was the last one to go, and as I stood up, Thor said, "If you do it, you will become the princess of Asgard and will be crowned next week."
"No pressure much," I responded, causing the others to laugh.
I walked over to the hammer and grabbed the handle of the hammer and pulled.