[Ava isn't there when everything happens, doesn't show up for the Accords, she isn't in Vienna. No, she just watches from the sidelines, the news reports on the televisions, people she sort of wants to strangle who keep blaming Wanda for saving people. The dissertations on the Winter Soldier as a weapon of Hydra, and the chaos that follows in the wake of the UN bombing.
By the time she makes it to the Avengers compound, the dust has already settled. She knows that it's too late, knew that when Steve and Natasha were being reported as criminals. Maybe the right thing to do is to sit and wait, get the hidden burner phone Natasha gave her for emergencies and hope she calls, or comes to get her. But Ava's never been good at waiting, so she grabs her bag, tosses it on the back of the Harley Natasha gave her on her eighteenth birthday and she drives out to the compound.
Ava's stopped by now and then over the past couple years. Enough to meet everyone, and she'd even trained with Steve, Wanda and Vision a few times, talked with Tony and laughed at his jokes. But she wasn't an Avenger. She understood why, even if she disagreed with it.
Natasha wanted to keep her out of the line of fire. Wanted to keep her safe because she knew that Ava wouldn't do it for herself. Because they'd had the same sort of training, and Natasha wanted her to get her art degree and stop running, be allowed to not fight anymore.
Ava loves art. And having her own place, even if it's a shitty apartment that might actually be worse than the YMCA basement. But the truth is that she she doesn't know how to stop fighting. When things go wrong, every bone in her body wants to be there. She has power in her hands, death on her shoulders, and she needs to do something.
It's too late for that now, but she goes anyway. Because it matters. Because even if the Avengers were people she knew more because of Natasha, she needed to see what the damage looked like. To see what pieces were left in the wake of all of this. To make sure they were okay.]
Tony?
[She wasn't sure if anyone was here yet. But she was fairly confident they would be. Some of them, at least.]
For Tony, post-CW
By the time she makes it to the Avengers compound, the dust has already settled. She knows that it's too late, knew that when Steve and Natasha were being reported as criminals. Maybe the right thing to do is to sit and wait, get the hidden burner phone Natasha gave her for emergencies and hope she calls, or comes to get her. But Ava's never been good at waiting, so she grabs her bag, tosses it on the back of the Harley Natasha gave her on her eighteenth birthday and she drives out to the compound.
Ava's stopped by now and then over the past couple years. Enough to meet everyone, and she'd even trained with Steve, Wanda and Vision a few times, talked with Tony and laughed at his jokes. But she wasn't an Avenger. She understood why, even if she disagreed with it.
Natasha wanted to keep her out of the line of fire. Wanted to keep her safe because she knew that Ava wouldn't do it for herself. Because they'd had the same sort of training, and Natasha wanted her to get her art degree and stop running, be allowed to not fight anymore.
Ava loves art. And having her own place, even if it's a shitty apartment that might actually be worse than the YMCA basement. But the truth is that she she doesn't know how to stop fighting. When things go wrong, every bone in her body wants to be there. She has power in her hands, death on her shoulders, and she needs to do something.
It's too late for that now, but she goes anyway. Because it matters. Because even if the Avengers were people she knew more because of Natasha, she needed to see what the damage looked like. To see what pieces were left in the wake of all of this. To make sure they were okay.]
Tony?
[She wasn't sure if anyone was here yet. But she was fairly confident they would be. Some of them, at least.]