New Beginnings (Marvel/Mlb crossover)

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Hey, thanks for the 1000+ reads. And sorry I haven't updated in a few days. School sucks. Alright... back to the story...
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I walk while looking in each window, wondering what the shops contain. I come across a fabric one, and immediately walk through the door without hesitation. Natasha follows me, and has a small smile on her face.

The store clerk comes up to me, and asks, "What can I do for you?" I don't want to speak, worried that he could recognize my voice from the several videos of me threatening and killing my ex-classmates. "Tell him that I don't know how to speak English, that I'm from Russia." I say in Russian, remembering that she knows the language.

"She doesn't know English. She is my cousin who is visiting from Russia. I'm sorry." He only nods and shakes my hand, walking back over to the counter. Natasha looks at me, and I smile. "She just wants to look around a little. Maybe get a few fabrics but we'll see."

I walk around the store, skimming my fingers across a few fabrics. I slowly make my way towards the back, and don't find any that sparks my interest or get any ideas. I just sigh and turn around, going back up to Natasha. "Let's go," I say in Russian, keeping up the act.

We walk out, and go back onto the busy streets of New York. We walk next to each other, and I stare into the windows of shops we walk past, and stop at one. It is a bakery, and it looks a lot like the one I had back in Paris. It smells a lot like it too.

I open up my mouth, slightly, and stop Natasha. "Can I get a croissant? And some coffee please?" She nods, and we walk into the shop. I order, and she does too. I pay, despite Natasha's protests.

"No. You have been helping me a lot these past few weeks. You are basically taking care of me. You got me out. Let me be free. The least I can do is pay for the food."

She just sighs as we sit at a table outside the shop, taking in the cold air. It is around March now, and things have changed a lot since October. My mind travels back to the prom night, and I become sad, the sky begins to become heavy with clouds.

"Addison, cheer up. Don't make it rain." Natasha says, and I push down my feelings, smiling as I look at her. The clouds soon disappear, and it goes back to how it was just minutes before. I stare up at the orange sky, and wish that I could go back, that I could re-do what I did that night. Change what happened.

I suddenly get an idea, and I wonder if my burrow works, or if I even have that power. I smile at the idea of going back and re-doing it, not everything but just that one night. We finish eating, and we begin to walk back to the building, where I will be kept for who knows how long again.

On our way back, I hear a familiar voice and look up, seeing Mj, Ned, and Peter. Natasha sees them too, and looks over at me, where I am completely frozen and freaking out. He said that he hates me. He called me an it. I do my best to calm down, and we continue to slowly walk past them.

"She really just showed up in your room like that? What I stalker." I hear Ned say, and I feel like my heart ripped in two at his betrayal. Peter isn't looking where he is going while he laughs, and bumps into me on accident on the busy sidewalk.

"Ow, oh sorry." He says, and stares at me. I don't say anything and just stare at him, making my face cold and icy. He looks over, and sees Natasha. "Oh um, hey. Haven't seen you for a few months. How have you been?" He asks her, and she just says, "I've been fine. Taking my niece out before she goes back home to Russia. Sorry if she seems cold. She doesn't know English."

He makes an o shape with his mouth, and looks back towards me. "Um, how's the monster training going? Heard it almost killed all of you." I do my best to not cry, and I just hold my breath, hoping that the anger and sadness will go away. Natasha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

"She is not a monster, or an it. And no, she didn't. She is doing completely fine. She is getting better control. You should stop by and see her. You could help. All of you could."

Peter scoffs and says, "No, I'm not. You know, just because you are forcing Tony to not have any sort of access to the building, doesn't mean that I don't. And I don't want to see it. I don't care how well she is doing. She killed innocent people."

"You know, I became so skilled because I was trained to be an assassin. And I was the head one. The best. I was the one that got the most kills, the most people down. I was the best at it. Every single one of the avengers wants to help, because they know the toll it has taken on her. It happens every time with your first kill that was done on innocent people. It happens. Grow up Parker. When you kill someone I know she will be there for you, comforting and helping you, even though you won't deserve it one bit. Now go home and stop being such an idiot."

I begin to walk away, heading closer and closer to the white room. I begin to cry, and the rain slightly drizzles. I walk into an empty alleyway, and Natasha soon walks in too. She gives me a hug, and I hug her back, needing the comfort. "He absolutely hates me." I sob, hugging her tighter. "A-and they w-won't let me see my d-dad. I want him. I want love. I-I want comfort. Please l-let me have c-comfort." She just tries to calm me, but the rain comes down harder.

I push her away, and wipe my eyes, not letting myself be weak anymore. I become completely numb, and just whisper, "let's go home." I open up a big portal underneath our feet, and we land in the white room, right in the middle. People behind the glass turn around, and look at us. Natasha just walks over to the door, and goes through, considering that it is already open.

I drop my disguise, and just walk over to the corner. Slouching against the wall and curling into a ball, my wings wrapping around me.

I must fall asleep, because I wake up to Steven Strange shaking my shoulder. I lift up my head and open my tired eyes, staring at the man. "Hm?" I manage to get out with my tired voice.

"I'm here to train you." I just completely slump my wings down, and roll my eyes, standing up. I say, "Not today. I need a break." I create a hammock in the top right corner, away from the mirror. It is chained to the wall, and it is a soft black fabric. I fly up there and get in, creating a blanket over me made with a fuzzy matching black. I make a white pillow under my head, and close my eyes, cuddling up underneath it.

"Oh, come on. You are fine. You don't need a break." He says, flying up next to me. "Please. I need one. I am tired. You aren't letting my father see me and the two people that I fell in love with at one point in my life is either dead or hates me. So, please, I just need a day."

I close my heavy eye lids, relaxing more. He hits the hammock, trying to make it flip, but I put a shield around it, pushing him away and being in my own little bubble.

I must sleep for a long time, because when I wake up I turn to look around me. There is someone sitting on the ground, and I see that it is Steven... again.

I sit up, and rub my eyes. I run my hand through my hair, and find it still in good condition. "How long have I been out?" I say in a groggy voice. He sighs, and says, "You've been in and out of it for two days. Guess you really needed that break. Huh?" I just sigh and stretch, flying out of the hammock and onto the ground, grabbing my blanket and pillow and wrapping the blanket around me while hugging the pillow.

"Well, good morning then."