I woke up later than usual, putting my hair up and walking out of my room. It was a day before I was meant to go to Midtown. I wasn't ready, I'll admit. Despite knowing quite a bit more about math, physics, and science, than most graduated adults, it wasn't the subjects that scared me. What if I tripped up and revealed my identity? I stumbled into the kitchen, the weight of the world on my shoulders. I ate a granola bar and went to throw away the trash and the can was filled to the brim. I did what any normal teen would do and pushed it down.

Problem is I'm not 'any normal teen'

I gasped as the entire trash can dropped through the floor under my fist. I gaped at the hole for a minute, complete frozen until I heard the tapping foot of my dad. I turned around slowly. "...oops..?"

"I've told you Amelia. You have to control yourself. Just a little. Enough that you don't break through the goddamn floor. I never thought I'd say this but please Amy, Be careful the floor is a bit fragile" he waved his hands through the air, clearly quite frustrated. "I mean seriously, Amy, how are you gonna get through school pulling things like this?" He rubbed his forehead, sitting down.

I noticed that Wanda was in the room, sipping what looked to be tea from a mug. "Stark go a little easier on her. She's young, and powerful. You can't expect her to get it right the first time." She gave me a reassuring look. "Ok you know what? You two have some sort of girl talk about it." Dad said, walking out.

Wanda gestured to the seat next to her and I awkwardly sat down. She was young, older than me, but still a younger member of the avengers. "You're having trouble with your strength right?" I nodded, sighing. "Hey it's ok. I've had trouble with that my whole life. Ever since the accident I've had to struggle with my emotions and anger around people. But once you get the hang of it it's quite easy." She smiled reassuringly, and I smiled back. "There is no firm tip I can give you, because- well- I'm not you. Control is something we all must master, and we all do it in different ways. A lot of the things that I struggle with when hiding my powers are my emotions. Sometimes I could get so angry that my eyes glow, and I had to learn to control that. With experience, your emotions and your strengths will be easier to tackle. You just have to work on it at your own pace in your own way." She smiled. "Thanks Wanda" I said, my mood a little lighter. She nodded, a smile growing once again.

We sat and talked a while, about our powers, about life, about the sweet and the bitter.

After that I knew that living here wasn't gonna be so bad. I had friends. Natasha, Wanda, heck, even Steve.

I walked into my dads office to find him still on security footage from the bank. "Hey" I said, leaning on the door. He nodded, spinning around to another screen. "Sorry about the trash can... and the floor... and everything else I break.." I said. "Apology accepted. Now go take a shower you smell like teen sweat and Maximoff-ness" I rolled my eyes, a smile playing on my face as I left to take a shower. He was right I smelled kinda crappy, so I took a shower and spent the rest of the evening in my room listening to music and wondering what the heck I was gonna do the next day when I met other humans my age.

Ew I still kinda talk like an alien don't I....