04|| partying, partying, yeah! partying, partying, no!

"Well, this party should be interesting."

Midtown High Party House, Queens, New York, April 2016-

"Alright, so, a party." Alison rubbed her hands together, seeing the party sprawled out in front of her. "First part of the night is booze. Where's the keg and where's the red solo cups?" She looked at the sprawl of the party in front of her, people mingling in the space around her.

"Keg and solo cup?" A girl appeared by Alison's side, Lexi already replaced by a new girl. "The keg's in the kitchen. Last time it was by the pool, and everyone was soaked by the end of the night. Someone might of drowned." The girl shrugged, taking a sip from her own solo cup.

"Cool." Alison nodded, looking at the girl with a sense of confusion. Ah, she was probably drunk, and wouldn't remember this in the morning. Alison would probably remember everything that happened the next morning, as her accelerated metabolism almost prevented her from being drunk. Almost. "Mind leading me over there and telling me your name?"

The girl glanced over at her, offering a shrug and a gesture to follow her. "Name's Jess. Jess Cabelo. I'll be your guide to this Midtown party, as you clearly aren't from our school." She weaved her way through the crowd, pushing the making out couples and drunk students aside. "I said my name, now you say yours."

"Alison Marnell. Carter High, normal partier, honors student, and freshmen." Alison introduced herself, resisting the urge to shove a drunken couple against the wall. She might of been a little bit buzzed already from car booze Lexi kept in her car, yes, but she wasn't as buzzed as Lexi was drunk.

"Well, that's uncommon." Jess remarked with a shrug. "Normally freshmen are too much of a goody-two shoes to get buzzed or drunk at a party, yet alone go to one of the biggest parties of the year. It's like a before finals party before we stress and get high off of caffeine."

"I'm immune to caffeine, I've had it too much." Alison yawned, finally making her way over to the keg in the kitchen. "But booze? I can say for a fact that if you are upset-" She took a red solo cup and started to fill it from the keg- "You can never have enough." The cup tapped off, and Alison took a sip of the beer.

"And I can't argue that." Jess laughed, taking another sip of her beer. "Now, let me introduce you to a few of my friends, people who I'd like to think won't remember you- and you won't remember them- in the morning." She slapped Alison's back in a playful manner, wrapping her arm around the freshmen from Carter.

And as Alison left the area of the kitchen and walked into the ruin of a backyard behind her, she had no clue that her life was about to get a whole lot more complicated and weird then she ever wanted it to be.

"Shut up Clint." A voice said, walking through the door of the party. "I don't understand how a kid can enjoy some kind of event like this." The voice was revealed to be an 18 year old Wanda Maximoff, her right hand pressed into her ear to talk to the infamous Avenger Hawkeye.

"Well," Clint said from the other side of the comm, tapping a steering wheel in a totally not conspicuous white van. "Think of it this way. You're doing this cause I owe someone, and you're just helping me repay that debt."

"Debt?" Wanda looked around the room, her face shriveling up in disgust at the couples making out and the beer that was being blatantly spilled on the floor. "If this is what debt looks like to you, then you're most definitely going to owe me after tonight."

Clint almost gave a snort as he took the car key out of the cup holder, and opened his car door. His face was rather stoic, his voice almost amused. "Kid, my debt to you has been paid. Rescuing you from the android I will fondly call the Martian is payment enough."

Wanda gave a small scoff, rolling her eyes as she took her hand away from her ear. The comm could still work, as Wanda had turned it on, but it wouldn't be as direct, and the chatter around them could be heard more clearly. "You know, he's not that bad. He made me paprikash."

"Which was probably laced with a sleeping drug so you couldn't escape his grasp." Clint argued, stepping out of the van. He slammed the car door shut, locking the car rapidly. "That android may only be a year old, but god knows what Tony has taught him in that time."

Wanda's face crinkled into one of genuine concern and terror. "And I am going to pretend that you never spoke that sentence." She replied blatantly, hearing the car door shut through the comm. "Where would you be going at this ungodly hour?"

"A place that I should of been visiting a lot more than I have been." Clint replied vaguely, beginning to walk off towards the end of a suburb street, shoving his hands into his black hoodie. "And before you ask where I'm going, you don't need to know the answer to that."

Wanda sighed loudly, shaking her head once more. "That's just great Clint. Leaving me alone at a party and I don't even know who I'm searching for." Her eyes scanned the rooms for some glaring sign for a daughter of a SHIELD agent, but it was soon obvious that whoever this girl was, she wouldn't be easy to find.

"I'll give you something to work off of." Clint sighed, pressing his ear into his comm. "Then I've got to go on my own little side mission. I'll send you a picture of her." He tapped away on his phone, selecting the picture and sending it off to Wanda.

"Great." Wanda muttered, opening up her phone and receiving the picture. It was one of a young child, a toothy grin of an eight year old smiling back at her. The girl had an unmistakable smile, and a small scratch looking-like scar tucked away on her jaw bone, right next to her ear. The picture was rather cute, although it provided Wanda with one catch. "You last saw this kid when she was eight or something?"

Clint gave a shrug, although Wanda couldn't see the particular motion. His feet scoffed on the sidewalk of the uncommon suburban area of Queens, his voice seemingly emotional. "It's been a while. Her mom... her mom's been gone for around six years. I haven't seen her since. Well, I mean, I kind of have, but..."

"I get the point." Wanda dismissed the story that Clint was starting to tell, starting to scan the room more closely for the girl. "Now, if you can go off and sulk on your secret mission, I've got to focus on finding a drunk girl in the midst of a high school party. Bye."

Clint rolled his eyes, turning off his comm, disconnecting his comm from Wanda's. There were things that kids like her wouldn't understand, and being in this random area when they should of been heading towards Germany. But hey, they had a few hours, and Clint wanted to use them to finally see the kid that he had promised his friend Kira he would watch over so long ago.

And as Clint sulked off into the dark streets, the chaos of the party that Wanda was stuck undercover at got a whole lot more complicated than the two ever anticipated. Drunken kids could do crazy and bizarre things after all.

"TAKE ANOTHER CUP!" Jess hollered, now playing beer pong and winning against Alison. "You're going to get soooooo screwed tomorrow morning when you wake up after this loss of beer pong!" She slurred, giggling at random intervals during her sentence. It had been a long while since Alison started to arrive at this party, more than two hours if anyone was counting. The teens were so engrossed with the game in front of them that time became irrelevant.

Alison groaned, her world starting to become slightly blurrier than before. This was only her first game of beer pong at the party, yet it felt like eons. Time was irrelevant in her now drunken mind. Ah, oh well, she could drown her sorrows with the last cup that Jess had landed.

She took the cup in which the ping pong ball had landed in and took out the ball. Carelessly tossing it to the side, Alison chugged the beer inside of the cup, trying to calculate how many cups she had downed by now. Was it 9? 10?

A normal person with a normal metabolism would have probably passed out or puked at about 5, but with Alison's unusually strong and fast metabolism she had "enjoyed" over 8 cups of beer from beer pong and recreational alcohol in the car.

Alison threw the cup on the table, Jess winning the game. "So what? I lost a game. At least I can still-" She stumbled a little bit off to the side of the table, which was (perfectly and smartly) placed next to the pool.

And so Alison crashed into the pool, where some other people were canoodling and drinking their fill. As she sputtered for air, her world still rather dizzy, Ali realized she was in the shallow end, her feet stabbing the hard ground of a shallow end.

Everyone around her started to laugh, herself included. How could someone fall into the pool and not realize they were in the shallow end? She giggled even louder, clearly a little more than buzzed. "I'm okay!" Alison exclaimed, seeing a mortified yet laughing Jess still lingering at the beer pong table.

Jess looked over at Ali, shaking her head. "You know you're not going to get out there unless someone who isn't drunk gets you out of there!" She warned, shaking her head in an almost inhuman way.

"I'll just- just stay here in the pool then!" Alison flopped down back into the pool, standing back up. She was completely drenched again, water droplets all over her dress and dripping from her hair. Her leather jacket was outside of the pool, still by the table for beer pong.

Wanda, who had been wandering around the house, clearly not accustomed to the party, had made her way to the outside and seen the commotion of the flailing 15 year old in the pool. Her radar was immediately flashing red when she saw the teenager in the pool, next to some interesting couples doing some interesting things.

Her helping instinct (that the self righteous 100 year old man Steve Rogers had taught her, damn old fashioned ways!) had the irrational ability to kick in at the worst moments. And this was one of them, seeing the girl stuck in the pool while her friend told her that she wasn't getting out any sooner.

Reaching out to grab the girl's hand, or at least offer a hand up if she was sober enough to grab onto Wanda's hand. Even if the drunken girl couldn't reach out and do basic action, Wanda could give the girl a little.... assistance. Powers being implied, of course.

Alison, the girl who Wanda was unknowingly helping, thankfully reached out and grabbed Wanda's hand. She was sopping wet, and looked rather chilled after being in a cold pool and coming out to some semi-cold weather. Ali was still rather drunk, her mind not making out the girl in front of her.

Normally, it would be really easy- actually way too easy- to recognize an Avenger hiding out at a party. But then again, no one was sober, as this was the finals party, booze hidden in the title somewhere. Ah, the magic of teenagers in high school and their dumb decisions.

"Are you okay?" Wanda had pulled the sopping wet girl out of the pool, her eyes immediately saw something that looked rather familiar. The small- but noticeable- trait that she had seen from the little girl in the picture. The scar right below the girl's ear, easily noticeable from her wet sopping hair pushed behind her ears. "Uh-uh... I should get you something to drink. Uh- I mean water."

Alison looked at the girl like she was crazy. "You-you-" She slurred, struggling to find the words to describe her situation. "You really think- think- that they'd have actual drinks-" Alison giggled at the word drinks, signifying that she had had too many- "At a party like this?"

Wanda sighed, one arm curving around Alison as to make sure that she didn't fall. "You know, I would sure hope so. Maybe some holy water would cure you of whatever concoction of drinks that you've just had."

Alison shook her head. "N-n-no no no. That would be bad choice for me. This-" She hiccuped, stumbling a little in Wanda's grasp. "This is fun! A party!" Although Wanda wasn't moving, Alison kept losing her balance in the hold of Wanda's arm.

Wanda shook her head, scanning the outside area for a couch, sofa, something to let the girl rest on as she would find some water and tell Clint everything that had just happened. "Go- go sit in that seat there." She gestured over to a comfy seat next to the beer pong table. "And I swear to God, if I even see you by any booze-" Wanda stopped herself before she could continue. "I'm going to get you some water now."

Alison stumbled into the chair, watching a now even drunker Jess go off against a new opponent in beer pong. She was itching to get back out there, but maybe it was also because she was shaking from being pretty cold from the pool. Ah, but that scary senior (so she assumed) would come back, and who knows what she would do if she found Alison drinking. But- if Ali "stole" the car Lexi had driven her in, and left.... then she wouldn't be drinking or anything, yes?

It sounded like a plan. A plan that Alison would take.

And so, Alison's purse still by the beer pong table and her jacket, Ali swiped the two items, slinging the jacket on, and threw the purse over her shoulder. Her friend's spare car key lay in her purse, and Alison took it out. Lexi knew that Alison wasn't anywhere near getting her driver's permit, but it was a "just in case" emergency sort of thing. That Alison had now decided to use, as this was a sort of emergency.

She opened up the gate to the small side area of the house, walking around the room. That scary senior would not catch her today! Alison made her way to the front, where some people were passed out from drunken stupors, and some scuffed up grass from the lawn. She unlocked the car, slightly stumbling without realizing it. Hopping in the car, Alison started the vehicle, as Lexi had taught her to do, and drove off in the distance.

Wanda stepped inside, in the meanwhile trying to find the fridge or some water bottles laid out on the random house's kitchen counter. She tapped her comm on, trying to speak into the comm. "Clint?" Wanda asked, looking around hesitantly at the people around her. No one had seen her talk to someone in her ear, which was good- interesting- but good. "Clint? Are you there?"

When she didn't get a response, Wanda sighed, dropping her head down in a disapproving way. "Of course you aren't. " She shook her head, sighing. Turning off her comm, she swiped the last cold water bottle from the counter, and shoved her way through the crowd. Her incoherent mumbling could only be described as irritated, and when she made her way outside, Wanda's eyes lay upon an empty chair.

"Great. Just fantastic." Wanda muttered, looking around at the backyard. There was really no way to find the girl now, no trace to find her. "I lost her." She wanted to tell Clint that she couldn't find the girl, that she had basically failed the mission, but the damn man wasn't on his comms.

She was stuck at a high school party with nothing to do, and the loud base beat thumping from some music behind her. Wanda melted back into the crowd, wanting to reach the van that Clint had parked a few driveways away. Wanda would worry about the hard time Clint would give her about losing the girl he had wanted her to find (granted, he never informed Wanda her name) later.

Alison was driving, surprisingly not that poorly. Yes, she wasn't using her blinkers or anything, but that was irrelevant. She was driving in the heckin neighborhood of suburban Queens! Ali would worry about the small bothers of driving etiquette when she was older. Right now, she had to get to the place that she wanted to go.

Her very drunken mind that didn't really realize that she was drunk had no clue where Alison was driving, but there was this piece of her in the back of her mind that was itching for her to head to the one place that she had avoided like the plague since they had arrived in Queens three years before.

But there Alison was, driving her best friend's car to that place. The place that she hated speaking the name of. Granted, some part of her, the most reasonable part of her mind at the moment, was telling her to go there. She kept driving and driving, trying to find the small location of where she wanted to go.

Alison felt weird, split between happy for escaping the scary senior and hesitant towards where she was going. She decided to take her hands off of the wheel for one second, and as soon as Alison had done it, she regretted it as she watched the car continue to accelerate past the point that she wanted to, plus swerve out of control.

And as Alison crashed into a stop sign, literally hundreds of feet from the cemetery- there, she had said it- someone else's attention was perked from the loud noises from it. It was, of course unknown to Alison, the very man that had been searching for her all night.

Clint's attention had already been peaked when he saw a car driving rather weirdly down the street behind him, but he had ignored it. He assumed it was a random kid who was irrationally driving home from the party he had sent Wanda uncover to, and thought nothing else of it.

That was until the person who got out of the driver's seat stumbled out and revealed a drunk Alison. He seemed almost stable in place, shocked that the 15 year old would do something as crazy as that. Clint watched as she slammed the door shut, not even inspecting the car, and started to walk towards the cemetery.

This was almost too perfectly screwed up to be a good thing. Clint knew that fact for sure. After all, he had just seen his best friend- besides Nat, of course-'s daughter stumble out of a car that she had crashed drunk and walk towards the cemetery. How barking mad was that?

Shaking all of the thoughts that were running through his mind out of his head, Clint decided to head over in the direction of the stumbling girl he knew from so long ago. His pace quickened with every step, eventually turning into a run to catch up with the girl a few feet in front of him.

"Hey!" He hollered, trying to catch the girl's attention without startling her, "Kid! Where do you think you're going at this hour?" Clint checked his watch, as if to seem more authentic, but for what, he had no clue. "The cemetery's been closed for two hours. It closes at sunset, and that was at least an hour ago."

Alison turned around with a sense of shock and disembodiment. "I need to get in there." She slurred, seeing the man get closer to her. "I don't care if the cemetery is closed. I need to get in there." Alison pressed, still unsure of why she needed to get in there. Her mind supposed that it was because of the need to express her emotions to someone, or just to talk to her mother.

But she wouldn't be getting that chance anytime soon, that was for sure.

Clint looked even more confused and perplexed as he made his way up to Alison, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Kiddo, you can't go in there. Whoever you're trying to visit can wait." Clint knew exactly who she was visiting, but he knew that telling her that, or even implying that he knew would be rather creepy.

"NO!" Alison shoved Clint's hand off of her shoulder. Who was this man? Why did he care what she was doing? The half-assed answers and questions in her brain flew in and out of her brain as easily as wind flowing through an open window. "I need to get in there-"

"Hey, Alison." Clint looked at her once more, concern now worming into his expression. So he revealed that he knew her name, so what? She would be too drunk in the morning to remember anything like this in the morning. "You're gonna need to calm down.."

"How do you know my name?" She looked at Clint, who she was now referring to as stalker man in her mind, vaguely remembering him from the coffee shop. Maybe that was how he knew her name, but, quite frankly, Alison didn't care how she knew. She just wanted him to get away from her, now. Ali wanted to talk to her mom, even if it meant breaking (more) laws. "Get away from m-!"

Before Alison could say anything more, Clint's patience with the girl ran out, and he punched her in the face. Watching her crumple to the ground, quickly catching her at the right time, he gave a sigh. "Kid," Clint muttered, shaking his head, looking at the girl he now carried in his arms. "If you'd only listened to me. Or maybe not gotten drunk, then we wouldn't be in this situation."

Clint left the car Alison had crashed behind them, the car alarm finally going off, waking up all of the neighbors by the cemetery. Although there weren't many near the end of the neighborhood, as the grim atmosphere of a cemetery nearby would drive anyone away, it still woke some people up nonetheless.

And as people woke up to the loud wail of a car alarm, Clint was carrying Alison back to the white van where Wanda sat, unknowing of the situation Clint had gotten her into. Alison would soon also find out the situation she was in, and it was a rather tricky one.

But that time wasn't now, and it most certainly wouldn't be anytime soon. After all, the girl was the perfect combination of drunk, knocked out, and utterly confused.

What a perfect way to end one of the worst days of the year.

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wooooow

so this was a SUPER LONG ONE, and I'm not apologizing for that. a lot of things were skimmed over the last time I wrote this, so I fixed it. all of it. and yes, its like 2200 words more than it was last time, but I really don't care. this chapter was interesting to write, and it was so fun to think of . sorry if it was really repetitive, I was trying to use some recurring things

ANYWAYS TWO THINGS

ONE- my friend GrammarPolice394 has started a Tony Stark's daughter fan fiction!

and before you start groaning about how many of these you've seen, let me offer you a counterargument.

HERS (ALONG WITH MY OTHER FRIENDS- love ya Ciera) IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL ONE!!!!

so go read it, give it some love, and tell her that I (ash) sent ya!

she's gonna be slammed with comments now hopefully ahah

TWO- tomorrow (today ish whenever this is posted) IS MY TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON WATTPAD! slightly petty, yes, but this time last year I never thought that I'd get this far. We've grown a lot since then! I'd just like to thank you all for supporting me!

SOOOOOO

I think that's about it! for bragging rights, as this is my longest chapter, I'm going to display my word count, as I don't do that anymore

4,181

wow that's a lot of words :p

all things aside, I really hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next one!

bye

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