Speed of Magic: The Avengers' Alliance

Amara Orth

Bối cảnh:Grace maximoff had a perfect life. As the daughter of pietro maximoff and the niece of the powerful Wanda Maximoff, she inherited the best of both worlds,incredible super speed from her dad and the magical abilities of her aunt with her best friend Peter Parker and her grandfather Clint Barton.However Graces world was about to be turned upside down when the X-men came calling for the avengers help. (Peter was adopted by Tony Stark. Magneto is her other grandfather and Polaris is her aunt.)

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Grace maximoff had a perfect life. As the daughter of pietro maximoff and the niece of the powerful Wanda Maximoff, she inherited the best of both worlds,incredible super speed from her dad and the magical abilities of her aunt with her best friend Peter Parker and her grandfather Clint Barton.However Graces world was about to be turned upside down when the X-men came calling for the avengers help. (Peter was adopted by Tony Stark. Magneto is her other grandfather and Polaris is her aunt.)

Grace Maximoff

superhero with speed and magic, relationships with Peter Parker and Clint Barton, athletic build with striking blue eyes and flowing dark hair, determined and compassionate.

Clint Barton

grandfather of Grace and mentor to her in combat skills, rugged with a weathered face and piercing gaze, stoic yet protective.

Peter Parker

best friend of Grace and fellow superhero, adopted by Tony Stark, lean with sharp features and bright eyes behind glasses, intelligent and resourceful.

I’m used to waking up in pain.

With my father’s powers, I was always bruising myself into a wall or literally running into a tree.

I used to laugh at the way my aunts would wince every time I walked into a table or cut myself on a loose nail.

But it was never really funny.

I’ve learned to wake up and take stock of the damage before even opening my eyes.

It’s easier that way.

Sometimes, when the pain is too much, I can convince myself that I’m still dreaming.

This isn’t so bad, I think, as my fingers graze against the velvety soft sheets.

The door creaks open, and I sense a familiar presence, one that shouldn't be here.