𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 ✘ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅

{2¹³} {THOUGHTS & PRAYERS}

∆ {2¹³} {THOUGHTS & PRAYERS} ∆ 

THE NEXT FEW months were restless, and they seemed to be constantly verging on the edge of exhausting. For some reason, even though only one or two things had truly changed, Venus' life suddenly felt more full of moving parts that were far too complicated to allow her to be able to live as properly as she had been only weeks beforehand. The SHIELD missions hadn't been too taxing - she was entirely used to that and the way missions worked, though some buried part of her was still adjusting to the idea that her mission's weren't only kill missions, as she was used to.

The presence of the venom was something that she was similarly used to. She knew the danger she held, though she found many times in the hours that she spent lying in the dark as if trying to conjure up some form of comfort, that she would wish that there was nothing extraordinary about her at all. Being different had brought her nothing more or less than trouble, blood and death. The acid had become sort of a second skin, one that she wished that she could free herself of, but regardless used to her advantage when she had to. After all, it was what instinct dictated her to do, though it was instinct shaped from years where it would be chiselled and carved into the exact thing that it was needed to be for whatever she was needed to do. It wasn't natural instinct, because by this point, Venus wasn't sure if there was anything truly natural about her.

What she still wasn't quite so used to, was the idea of having to be careful everywhere she went. She couldn't actually touch anyone, whereas before, if she brushed up against a random person in a hallway, it would likely be ignored, as long as whoever was in charge of her at the time still held her under their control. Here, these people would be far more innocent than they had anywhere in her past, and such a careless death would weigh heavily on some part of Venus, more than she was aware of.

One of the two things that seemed to have thrown some kind of spanner in the works was the fact was that somebody was trying to help her rid herself of her second skin. Even if it was per Natasha's request, the idea that Fury would use a consultant as important as Tony Stark to try and figure out a way past her issue meant more to her than she had first realised. In her time at SHIELD, however brief it seemed in comparison to the rest of her life, she found more comfort in the government organisation than she had anywhere else she'd been. Whether it was due to the fact that she actually held some sort of respect for Fury, and possibly even some for Maria Hill, or the fact that a large part of her mind found it difficult to grasp the idea that an organisation as influential as SHIELD would look past their own self interest and put hers first, she wasn't sure. She did know however, that both had a hand in her exploration of what her future might be able to hold - something other than death and the constant threat of the fatality that quite literally was plastered to her skin.

And then there was the second issue. Where to start. What could she say about Natalia to convince herself that everything was going well without accidentally falling into the depths of her own mind where she would wallow in fear and distrust, without any plausible way out. Never enter anywhere without an exit route.

But something about Natalia made her feel safe, and it felt - sometimes annoyingly - natural to seek want to solace in the redhead's arms, something that she'd only found in one place growing up, and she doubted that she'd ever find anywhere else. It would be a familiar warmth, she imagined, if there was any conceivable way that she could find herself there again. Maybe it would shine light on things that still lurked unknown in her own find, or maybe that would be expecting entirely too much.

Natalia was something that her mind dwelled on a lot, because there was almost an insurmountable amount of information that she simply couldn't piece together about the woman, even if she knew all of her mannerisms and things that even Clint Barton couldn't dream of knowing about her, about the way that they grew up. Natalia was one of the few people who would ever be able to hide things from her, even if several thought that they could. But something about that drew Venus towards her, and she wasn't quite sure why.

Maybe it was the weakness in her, calling out to be coddled and shielded as though she would shatter at any pressure even a dash too heavy. Maybe it was the broken part of her, longing for somebody who could piece her back together, get rid of all the sharp edges. Maybe it was the ruthless part of her, needing to understand why she still felt so close to Natalia so that she could get rid of the issue.

It could be a number of things, none of which Venus was at all willing to accept. She was sure that there were a few things that she hadn't considered, but was also fairly adamant that she wouldn't like any of them more than any of their alternatives. Whatever it was, she needed to figure out  way to push past it, especially as Tony Stark's chances of success weren't exactly high. If it would never come to fruition, there was even less use getting hung up on it than there might've been otherwise.

So, Venus closed her eyes, and tried to sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

mm yes hi this is gonna be in lowercase caus i cant be assed to hit shift and theres no capslock on this thing. anyway here's a chapter even if its a shitty one caus i need to feel like ive done something over the summer and its late because i was watching streams. i hope you enjoy and i do have some plans for the next few chapters so ill see you whenever.

pls vote, comment, let me know what you think, etc.,

JABBERJAY_011

WORDS [1100]

WRITTEN [09.08.2021]

PUBLISHED [09.08.2021]