The Obsidian Butterfly

🦋Chamomile and Honey🦋

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𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍  𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎

𝙸  𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞,  𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

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I don't want to be you anymore By Billie Elish

🦋𝟷𝟽𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿- 𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝙼🦋

'In conclusion, Subject is not acting out the ordinary—no random or new contacts. Schedules remain the same and will be changed once his vacation starts. I Will update next month.'

Carmen rubbed her tired eyes, the blue light giving her a headache; at two-thirty am, she had finally finished her report for June and sent it off to Phil, who Carmen knew would be up first thing to review it.

Carmen's summary of the month was that everything seemed normal for Tony. He wasn't working with anyone involved in his kidnapping, which was a point of interest for Director Fury, who thought that Tony had been recruited and forced to work from home at one point. Still, it was a point that Carmen made sure to shut down within the first few lines of her report. She noted, however, that Tony had wanted Stark industries to be more environmentally friendly and more peaceful since taking the Iron man identity and title of superhero.

Carmen yawned and picked up her coffee mug, frowning when she found it empty and pouting as she mentally complained to Chicomecoatl for not telling her that she had finished her drink. Carmen decided to head down to the kitchen to make herself herbal tea to try to sleep. After digging through the kitchen cupboards for chamomile tea and honey, she groaned loudly at the fact that Tony the billionaire Stark didn't have an electric kettle "who doesn't have a kettle in this day and age?"

She found a small pot and poured cold water into it, Carmen tried to light the hob, but she struggled to catch the flame on the gas; Carmen turned the gas off and closed her eyes.

"Chantico nemi nonacayo" she whispered *Chantico, Inhabit my body*

Smiling as she felt the rush of the Goddesses presence and her power. Carmen channelled Chantico's fire to her fingertips and turned the gas on, successfully lighting the hob and mentally thanking Chantico for her help as she waited for the water to boil and adding the chamomile and honey as it bubbled away.

After tipping the hot tea into her mug, she washed up the pot so that Beatriz didn't have to when she came in the following day; then she heard a noise, followed by two heartbeats, one sounded like Tony's though it was higher than it usually was, this prompted Carmen to take out the pot from the sink and slowly walk to the entranceway.

Peering around the corner and seeing Tony being helped inside with the help of a man who she didn't know, Carmen sighed loudly while putting a hand on her heart. "You couldn't have texted me that you were on your way home, could you?"

"Hey, little lady", Tony giggled. "What are you doing up?"

"I was watching some movies" Carmen lowered the metal pot that she was gripping tightly, "I thought you were an intruder or something."