Carmen's POV:

The next time I go up to my perch - only a few days after I yelled at Flash - it's different. Maybe it's due to the sweet scent of spring flowers filling the air, or maybe it's the clear blue sky that doesn't have a single cloudy blemish upon it.

Though it's quite possible that it's the fact that Scarlet Witch is flying up to me, eyes glowing red.

My own eyes widen slightly as I try to decide whether to stay or run, though I decide to act natural and see how this plays out.

"Any reason why you're up here again?" Scarlet Witch asks calmly when she reaches my height. "Just chilling," I shrug. "It's easier to focus up here. Hope you don't mind."

"It's not my tower, so I don't decide whether it's alright," she stated. "Then bring it up with Stark or whoever owns this thing," I reply. "Though if they don't like it, it's tough; I'm halfway through a sketch of the city from this angle and I'd hate to lose my viewpoint."

"You sketch?"

"Before my powers it was practically the only thing that kept me sane," I nod. "Everyone needs a release."

We indulge in a moment of silence, both silently sizing each other up. I'm not going to attack her, obviously. She's a freaking Avenger, and a very powerful one at that! But I still need to have my wits about me. I don't know what she could be planning. I'm no mind reader.

"Can we maybe talk when you're not upside-down?" She was the one to break the silence. "Hold on," I say, then shoot a few webs on the roof. I use them as a sort of seat. "There. That's the best I can really do unless you either want to get down from up here completely or you just want to see me go splat."

"I wouldn't let that happen, Carmen," she assures me, though that just freaks me out a little. "What?! How the heck do you know my name?!"

She looks worried for a second, realising she said too much. Before she can come up with an excuse, I leap up and start running along the walls of the tower. "Hey, wait!" I hear Scarlet Witch call after me, then I see her flying after me.

I keep running, panicking. What the hell does she want with me?! How does she know my name?! I know I probably shouldn't be on this building in the first place, but this is an extreme overreaction!

I see an open window and don't hesitate to leap inside, not caring who or what I may find in there. As a guy with brown hair peppered with grey looks over with wide chocolate eyes at my startling entrance, I duck under the window, putting a finger to my lips. I can hear Scarlet Witch flying past the window and risk a peek. I'm greeted with her back, hair whipping in the wind.

I sigh in relief, leaning against the wall. I hear a lock click, reminding me that I'm not alone. I look over at the guy as what appears to be a bathroom door opens and a redhead woman walks out, pausing when she sees me.

"What's going on?" Black Widow asks the man, who I can't recognise. "I... I have no idea... she just came through the window..." the man seems just as confused as she does. They both look back to me, waiting for an explanation.

"Sorry, just got chased by a certain witch, she- holy shit!"

I don't even attempt to hold back the swear when Black Widow points a gun at me.

She moved a finger to her ear. "Wanda, I've found Carmen. She came in my bedroom window." "How the hell do you all know my name?!" I ask, scared. What, I'm fifteen years old and one of the deadliest superheroes ever has me at gunpoint, I'm allowed to be scared!

"Natasha, put the gun away! She's fifteen!" The man says to Black Widow, shocked. "Wanda's after her. Something must've happened," Black Widow shakes her head. "I trust her judgement."

"How the... how much do you know about me?!" I dare to ask. Seriously, they know my name, my age, what else do they know?! "I guess you were never told just how much info we have on you," Black Widow shrugged. She opened her mouth to say more, but the door opened.

Scarlet Witch was visibly shocked to see what was going on.

"What did she do?" Black Widow asked her. "What? She didn't do anything! She got scared and ran, so I went after her to make sure she didn't hurt herself! Put the gun down!"

Black Widow instantly obeyed, realising her mistake. She came over to me and crouched down. "I'm sorry," she said simply. Despite no exceptionally clear change in her demeanour or attitude through appearances, her tone was very slightly gentler now, so I took this as the most sincere apology I would get.

But me being me, that wasn't enough right now.

"How the hell do you all know who I am?!" I demand in an annoyed panic, moving away from Black Widow. "I don't think it's a good idea to tell you, you might freak out even more," the man says, still seeming concerned about everything going on here. "It's nothing bad or creepy, though, I promise."

"Why should I trust you?! Why should I trust any of you creeps?!" I move back towards the window, planning to just jump straight out and swing my way out of here. Before I do that, however, a voice that comes out of seemingly nowhere startles me.

Miss Stacy appears to be on the verge of a panic attack. It would be my suggestion that she is kept calm and doesn't leave the tower until she is so just to make sure she is safe.

"Do you guys want me to take her?" The man asked Black Widow and Scarlet Witch. "I think I'm the only one who hasn't personally freaked her out yet."

"That might be the best idea," Black Widow nodded, moving back so the man could crouch beside me. I tried to move away, but I only got a step back before my back hit the wall.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm a doctor. Just breathe, okay? You're safe here. This has all just been a huge misunderstanding."

"Speak for yourself," I mutter, then web him to the wall.