I know, I haven't done a chapter update in forever. It's really bad of me. I'm sorry for people who follow this and I'm sorry to everyone that reviews. I've been really trying to get myself together. My mental health hasn't been great and fanfiction is an escape for me, but it also takes time to think up plots and such so I'm sorry it's taken this long.

This is when is begins to get M RATED, more because of the language.

I've read over the entire story and made sure this chapter is up to date :) I've got so many ideas written down, but I wanted to re-read what I had done already.

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Pietro and I snooped around the facility, but only for a little while. We found out where the cafeteria, training room and offices all were. By the time we got back to the apartment, we had to get ready to meet Hill and Romanoff at 8:30.

"Do you think sweatpants is okay to wear to the meeting?" I asked, picking up the Avengers branded ones from a chest of drawers.

"Don't see why not," Pietro replied, walking in trackies and a vest that clutched his chest and stomach just right. Daym, this was going to be difficult to be around every day for the next few weeks.

I turned invisible as I changed into some new underwear and slid the sweatpants on. They were ridiculously soft and comfy. I put a tank top over my head and wrapped an Avengers hoodie around my waist. Walking into the kitchen, I rolled my eyes when I noticed Pietro munching on an energy bar. Did the man stop eating?

"You got everything?" I asked, glancing at the clock on the wall. We had three minutes. "We're gonna be late otherwise."

I rush of blue energy flashed past my eyes. I didn't need to look to know Pietro was waiting at the door.

I glared as I walked towards him, but he just smiled and pointed his finger at me. "You can't tell me off now that I'm healed," he said smugly. I couldn't help but shake my head, even though I was showing a small smile myself.

"Come on, hothead."

By the time we had gotten to the living room, almost everyone was there. The only people missing were Steve and Maria. "Just on time," Natasha said, looking at her watched. Everyone was sitting on the sofas or chairs of the living room bar Natasha who was standing in front of the windows. It was just beginning to get light outside and I could see the sunrise coming through the trees.

"I am here to explain the events of last night, but also what is going to happen today. If anyone has any questions, just say them." The room was silent. "Alright..." she said, clasping her hands together.

"Last night, Steve tried to kill himself," she said as if it didn't affect her at all. I seemed more upset than she was and I had barely known him for two days. "One of Stark's suits saved him and he is currently sleeping in his room with Maria who is observing him. This has been seen as the best way to deal with the situation."

Poor Steve. His current situation was similar to that of a prisoner, but it was for the good of his mental health. "The suicidal emotions he was feeling were buried deep, much like it is with more than a few people in this room. Steve doesn't constantly think about it, but what caused him to have that attempt on the roof last night was Wanda's energy that was left over in his brain after she attacked him."

Everyone's eyes were on Wanda, including my own, which I felt quite bad about. Her eyes were glued to the floor and I could almost feel how guilty she felt. "Everyone here must know that it is not her fault," Natasha stated in a stern tone. "Because of her unstable nature after she was released from HYDRA, energy remained in Steve's brain that prayed on his negative emotions and fears, driving him to the events of last night."

"The people she used her powers on, including me, have been checked for remaining energy, but thankfully it was only Steve that had the problem."

Rhodey raised his hand. "Does this mean Wanda will not be able to invade minds in the future?"

It was a valid question, one I felt needed to be asked, but I felt bad for Wanda being a subject of questioning. "Wanda will be able to use her powers in the future, but she will just need to check that energy isn't left over in people's brains."

We all nodded and I smiled at her. Even though she didn't look up at me, I knew she could feel my presence on her. 'It wasn't your fault' I transmitted to her via my mind. She nodded slightly and I was surprised when she spoke back.

'I know, I'm just sad about Steve.' Poor Wanda.

"What's the plan of action with Steve then?" Sam asked with his arms folded across his chest.

Natasha placed her hands on her hips. "Maria is going to talk through everything that happened to him, but I think with a day's rest, he should be fine. I think we are going to try and convince him to come to the party tonight."

There were a few raised eyebrows and sceptical looks. "Is that the best idea?" Tony asked, worried that Steve might not like that attention so soon. I think we were all thinking along the same lines.

"Hopefully, after today, his mind will reset to his normal thinking. We also need him at the party, otherwise, it'll look suspicious. You wouldn't expect the president to not attend a correspondents dinner."

I heard a few small chuckles around the room. "So, he's okay, yes?" Wanda asked in such a shy voice that it almost pained me.

Natasha smiled at her. "Yes, he is," she put simply. "We also need him tonight because JARVIS has informed me there are a few rumours going around about last night. Someone must've seen him on the rooftop."

"Does the media have any information yet?" Tony asked, bring his phone out and typing immediately, still looking at Natasha. How does he do that?

"Thankfully, I haven't been informed of any reports...yet." Natasha cleared her throat. "But I have already asked JARVIS to keep an eye out for new news articles as well as anyone specifically that is spreading the rumours."

We spoke of Steve a while longer and as time went on, I sank further and further into the comfort of the sofa. It was interesting to listen to and I was glad we were having a discussion about Steve, but I couldn't keep my back straight for the next half an hour.

"Now, about tonight. As you know, Maria said dress as formal as you want as photographers will be there, just don't wear anything too embarrassing please." Natasha gave a side glance to Tony who just winked at her. She rolled her eyes. "We'll probably have dinner at 6 most likely as the party starts at 9 pm."

Natasha looked at everyone with a smirk. "There will be a few large names at the performance tonight like Cardi B, Imagine Dragons, DJ Khaled, Calvin Harris and a few others that I can't remember the names of," she said with the wave of her hand. Imagine Dragons stood out to me against all of the names. Such a good band. It made me very excited about tonight. Everyone was smiling apart from Wanda and Pietro who were looking a little confused about the names she was throwing out. I smirked at their bewilderment.

"Because there are artists performing, Hill thought it would be useful to bring the team's talents to light and have you guys perform" The smiles on most people's faces dropped wondering whether she was serious or not.

Tony was laughing to himself, whereas Rhodey, who was sitting next to him, was looking a little worried. "Are you serious?" Rhodey asked as Tony chuckled to himself.

"Karaoke?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at Natasha.

"We've already done smaller versions of this type of thing before and I think it would be useful to show the other agents that are training with us that we are just like them."

"Well, I already know what I'm going to do," Clint said, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back.

"Same," Sam said with a chuckle.

"Wait," I said, raising my hand slightly. I imagined myself looking like a school child when I did that and immediately put my hand back down. "Do we have to sing?"

Natasha shook her head and smiled. "Only if you want to, but it would be nice to hear from everyone that is here."

The group nodded, happy that they had the choice. I didn't really want to sing. What would I sing anyway? I had no clue where to start. "If you want to get in contact with backup singers and dancers, then come to me as I have contacts that are already prepared for tonight's show."

This was becoming less of a party and more like a 'show' as Natasha put it. It was then that I realised that's all it was. Just a show. We were showing the agents that we could have a good time and the public that we were just like them. We were also highlighting our humanity, but also our money. The idea of attending the 'party' tonight was seeming less and less attractive.

Natasha told us to meet in the training room at 10 am, though performing tonight was the main thing on my mind. "Are you two going to do anything for tonight?" I asked Pietro and Wanda as we walked back to our suite.

Wanda shook her head. "I don't think I'm quite ready for that."

"Also, the songs we used to sing were acoustic rather than..." He paused for a moment. "flashy..." was the word he settled on. I stifled a laugh as we approached our suite. It was still odd to be sharing a room with Pietro and I felt like a third wheel to Wanda and his twin relationship. I didn't want to get in the way of their strong bond, but I didn't really have a choice seeing as Natasha had paired us together.

"Would you like to come in for some tea?" I asked, gesturing to our room. She shooked her head but smiled.

"I think I'm going to spend some time meditating actually. Vision is a good partner. See you in a while, yes?" I nodded and smiled back at her. I didn't fail to notice Pietro not looking too happy.

We entered our room and Pietro sped straight to the sofa to sit down. "Okay, what is it?" I asked, walking over quickly to sit down next to him. The problem with having a speedster as a partner was that he would always be ahead of me.

"I just miss her," he sulked and I rolled my eyes.

"What are you talking about, you've barely been apart," I replied, folding my legs underneath me.

He frowned at me for a moment and I frowned at him too. Did I misunderstand? He was most definitely talking about Wanda. His frown dissipated as he seemed to realise that we weren't talking about the same thing. "I don't mean Wanda." For a minute, I thought he was talking about another woman, perhaps someone that he was serious with. "I mean my mother."

Oh... "What's brought this on?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Wanda and my mother have always had the same face and she just...when Wanda looked at me just now, it reminded me of her." I didn't really know what to say. I had never been in a position to comfort anyone before. My mind was really struggling to think of something. The only thing I thought of to do was shuffle up next to him and wrap my arms around his ribcage to hug him.

Thankfully, he wrapped his arms around me as well otherwise it would've been a little awkward to hug him without him turning to face me. "I'm so sorry you lost her and your father," I whispered, bringing a hand up to stroke through the smallest hairs at the bottom of his neck. "I can't even begin to imagine how it must've been for you."

He was silent for a while, just embracing the hug. I felt him relax a little as I stroked his neck. "It's like I've lived three lives. The one before my parents were killed, the one where I was protesting the government and worked with HYDRA and then the one where I am with the Avengers."

I smiled softly even though he couldn't see me. "Did you know, apparently you are meant to go through five different changes of life in a lifetime?"

He gently shook his head. "No," he whispered. I left it at that, not really sure what else to say or reply with. It was nice, hugging him. We hadn't hugged for this long. Thinking about it, I wasn't sure if we had ever hugged apart from when we slipped over on the kitchen floor during our water fight last night.

He hugged me tightly for a few seconds before slowly letting go completely. When we pulled apart, I looked into his eyes. They were clouded with tears slightly, but he wasn't crying. I would find it odd for Pietro to cry. What he had already said seemed to be letting his walls down quite a bit.

"Thank you," he muttered, looking straight into my eyes. It was quite intense to be stared at for so long, but I knew he didn't mean anything invasive by it. I decided to look away, specifically down, and take my hands in his.

"I'm always here for you, whenever and whatever you need," I whispered, clenching his hands tightly for a second.

"Whatever I need?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, whatever you need." I smiled and I could've sworn I saw him smirk. For a second I realised that my words could've played off as sexual, but surely his mind wasn't going down that route.

"Well..." he said, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes with his bottom lip pouted out. "I really need a sandwich."

I rolled my eyes and pulled my hands away. "Stuff you and stuff your sandwich," I replied, getting a pillow and hitting him with it. "I was trying to be nice," I added, laughing as I continued hitting him with the pillow. He put his hands up and scowled playfully at me.

"Stop hitting me!" He was laughing too, so I kept doing it, knowing that he didn't mind. At one point, I managed to get a hit straight to his head and shouted "BULLSEYE!"

I dropped the pillow and lay back on the sofa, holding my stomach as he and I laughed together. After a few moments, our laughter died down and we were sitting next to each other, our heads leaned on the cushions as we looked at the ceiling. "Seriously though..." I began, turning my head to look at him. he looked at me too. "I'm here for you when you need."

He smiled and I watched as his eyes traced over the features of my face. It was quick, so quick that I imagined he didn't want me to notice, but I did. "Same here," he replied honestly with a small smile that showed he meant what he was saying.

He blinked slowly and then looked back up at the ceiling. We stayed next to each other like that, in silence, for at least 15 minutes. It was nice to just relax with all the hectic things going on around us. We were in a world of mad people and sitting here with Pietro helped to ease my mind from that madness.

It was a few hours later and before we knew it 10 am had arrived. Pietro was halfway through a snack bar.

"Shit," I muttered looking at the clock. It read 10:02. "Fuck, we're late!"

Pietro grimaced at me and put his food on the dashboard. "Excuse my hands, but I don't want to be chopped into pieces by Natasha if we're later than we already are," he said, walking towards me.

"What are y-"

Within five seconds, we'd gone from our room to the training room. My vision was blurry for that time, a bombardment of blue covering my eyesight. "Fuck," I muttered as he dropped me from the bridal style hold he had me in. I bent over with my hands on my knees.

I felt a little sick from such a quick, jolting movement. He could've given me a bit more warning before rushing me off my feet!

"Language..." I heard a stern voice say.

I looked up to see Steve standing there with his hands on his hips. Next to him was Natasha who didn't look too pleased with us at all.

"Captain, you're...here..." Pietro said, staring at him. I stood up next to Pietro, feeling equally confused.

"Nice observation skills, Maximoff." Natasha's sarcasm really had no limits.

"I thought you were meant to be recovering?" I asked, looking at Maria who was standing with the other Avengers.

Steve smiled at us and shrugged. "I'm feeling a lot better," was all he responded with, but I seriously doubted he was back to 100%. In fact, I could tell he wasn't. He didn't look as strong as usual and he had a tired look in his eyes.

Natasha spoke up. "Do you have a valid excuse for being late?"

"We...uh..." I looked at Pietro for help but he didn't know what to say either. "Team bonding?" I suggested with a hopeful smile. Natasha's face stayed still.

"3 laps." It was worth a shot. "Pietro, you keep going until she's finished."

We both gave small groans but knew that complaining would only land us with more laps of the room to do. It took me a while to do the laps, perhaps 15 minutes. I tried to run as fast as I could, knowing Pietro was waiting for me to be finished.

When I was finally done, I stopped and Pietro immediately ran up beside me. "That wasn't fun," he said with his hands on his knees, crouched over himself. I was the same. Heavy breathing, heart racing and panting.

I nodded in agreement, not wanting to speak. "If you're done, get over here," Natasha called from the centre of the room.

I groaned. "I am so done with being an Avenger," I muttered as we began to run over to Natasha. Pietro laughed at my antics.

When Steve told us what we would be doing for the day, I almost cried. "You will spend the day with each official Avenger, swapping every hour. You will learn their skills, how they operate and everything about their battle technique and style. Not only does this prepare you for when you're attacking someone else, but also when you are being attacked by someone with these skills. Wanda and Vision will be working alone on their mental abilities."

We would be going head to head with Avengers on our second day? Great. "Pietro, you will be working with Clint, Riley with me, Sam with Natasha and Rhodey with Tony, though I feel like you two are not going to have much to talk about."

The team laughed and I didn't really get why. They must've been friends. As soon as I look at them both I immediately realised - they both wear suits, a very specific style of suit. They were definitely friends.

"Great, let's begin."

Working with the Captain was interesting, to say the least. To compare us physically we were extremely different. I was short, he was tall. I was skinny, he was muscle. I was a woman, he was a man, that one being the most obvious one of all.

He smiled at me as I walked over.

"Hello ma'am," he said with the nod of his head and I almost felt myself blush a little, even though he probably treated everyone that way. "I know we haven't gotten to know each other that well so far, but by the end of this week, I'm sure we'll know each other plenty."

I stopped myself from raising my eyebrows at his enthusiasm. "Okay," was all I replied with.

Firstly, we went through his fighting pattern and how he approaches a fight. I was unsurprised to hear that he sees actually fighting someone as a last option, but that was often was missions led to and he needed to be prepared. We started out with some basic sparring in which I never won.

He told me not to use my powers, which I thought was contradictory as he was technically using his. When he did ask me to use my powers, he still beat me. He anticipated most of my movements and those that he didn't, he found a way to get out of my hold.

By the end of our hour, when JARVIS rang a bell through the training room, I was beat. We ended with me in a loose choke hold that he immediately released when the bell sounded. I stood up and he held his hand out for me to shake. I did.

"You fought well," he commented with a smile, but I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, I fought awfully," I said, stretching out my legs.

"We'll change pairs in two minutes!" he shouted to the team, nearly blowing my ears off. He turned back to me and winced, seeing my discomfort. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," I smiled, pulling my ankle up behind me to stretch my thigh.

"Look, it's all about practice. I've been in the game since 1945," he said with a smile, making me laugh and release the leg I was holding up. "It's all about getting to know how to fight someone. I know you've been in S.H.I.E.L.D and have had experience with Romanoff and Barton, but those missions were less dangerous than these. HYDRA most likely gave you tough missions too, but now that technology has advanced, you need to be prepared for tougher things to fight."

I nodded and smiled at him. "Sorry if that came across as patronising," he said, hoping not to offend me.

I shook my head. "It didn't. Thank you, Captain."

He returned my smile and looked at the rest of the group who were chatting in their pairs. "Avengers Regroup..."

Next up was Tony. Oh boy. "I may have created one of, if not the, best manmade machine," he began. I already knew this hour was going to be wasted with him. "but you need to understand how to live without technology." Oh...that had surprised me. He noticed. "Did expect me to say that, huh, kid?"

I ignored the name. "You don't exactly seem like the type to stray away from using technology in your daily life," I said with a raised eyebrow. I suddenly felt a bit worried. Had I just insulted an Avenger?

He laughed and shook his head. "I like you already." Tony Stark was full of surprises. Our sparring wasn't exactly the same as the sparring Rogers and I underwent. He focused on talking most of the time actually, but when we did fight, it was basic punches. He struck me as the type of person to punch first and ask questions later. He also taught me to be a little sneaky and use dirty boxing to get one up on your opponent. Unlike the previous session with Rogers, I actually got him on the ground as many times as he was pinning me down.

Rogers told us to switch as I aimed a punch to his face that he narrowly avoided. "Violet," he said, putting his hand out for me to shake.

I frowned at him but shook his hand anyway. "Uh...the name's Riley," I corrected a little awkwardly. I didn't want to make him feel bad, but he didn't seem fazed by me telling him he was wrong. He just kept smiling.

"Haven't you seen the Incredibles?" he asked with a roll of his eyes. We both walked back to the centre.

We all went for some lunch before training continued though I didn't want it to. My body ached so badly.

The main message I got from Natasha was a bit worrying. "Innocents suffer and the guilty must be punished. My battlefield symbols aren't red, white and blue," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the Captain. She kept my eye line. "They're blood red and personal."

I stared at her for a moment, feeling a little scared, but after a moment, I realised that she had a good point. A battle was personal, most of my missions felt that way. I wanted to do good, especially after HYDRA had me captured, and make sure the world was protected so that in a way was personal.

Clint was my last person to train with. He seemed the most 'normal' out of the group. I've heard that coffee is his heroin and I can roll with that.

"The thing that is different about a bow and arrow is the patience. Learning about it, not getting angry when I couldn't get something, was one of the most valuable skills I acquired. That and learning how not to get my ass handed to me by Nat," he said, his eyes flicking over to Natasha with a grin. She was working with Pietro, but when Clint looked over, she noticed him too. It was odd how they acted around each other like they had one mind.

"Picking up archery transferred into my fighting abilities, such as knowing when to charge into a situation and when to take a breath and figure out the stealthiest route, even if it may be a slower way of achieving your goal."

Clint was more knowledgeable than he let on. On the outside, he was coffee and naps and dorkiness, but he knew what he was doing really and could be sensible when he needed to be.

Fighting with him was fun. He had a teasing technique when it came to fighting that wasn't a constant stream of punches and attacks that made me feel shit about myself, not that the other Avengers meant that as their intention. Clint made me think about what I was doing and how I positioned myself. He critiqued and corrected any stances or moves that I failed to get perfected. By the end of the hour, I knew things that no one else would've been able to tell me.

In fact, all of them collectively had good advice. Cap had taught me respect and strength, Natasha had taught me technique, Tony had taught me new knowledge and sneak attacks and Clint has taught me patience. Together would make the perfect Avenger, alas it would not be possible. That's why they need the team.

"So, does anyone have anyone have any feedback? Anything that'll be useful for the future?" the Captain asked. What was this, group therapy? Regardless, I raised my hand, not wanting to be a bad sport. Rogers nodded to me.

"I like Clint's mindset the best because he focuses on defending the team rather than attacking it. When going on missions, he hides in plain sight, which is something that would obviously appeal to me as a skill to learn. I find his approach intriguing."

Clint grinned at my comment and bowed his head slightly. "Thank you kindly. My work here is done," he said putting his hands out. Natasha rolled her eyes and shook her head, but I could see the small smirk on her face. Everyone laughed at Clint's response.

"Right, now that the one-to-one sessions are over, we will take a half an hour break and then proceed onto three hours of fitness," Rogers explained. I looked at Pietro who had the same tired expression as me - 'Are you fucking kidding me?' was the look I think we shared.

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