Seventy years; give or take, had past since Kyraila's time at the SSR. She worked hard as an agent, and was loved by her piers. As well as Agent Peggy Carter; the one and only. Both were thick as thieves, and stormed the world together. Defeating ba...
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Kira walked up the stone steps of the apartment complex she was living at within New York, it was a nice neighbourhood. The tenants were friendly towards her, and knew her for a few years. Her key rattled in the door lock, as she twisted and the locking mechanism alerted her to it being unlocked. She pushed open the door, and walked in, finding the place more roomy than the last apartment she rented back in forty-five.
Her eyes scanned the apartment, it was neat, and things were clean. It was a standardised apartment a woman would have, if she was living in New York. She closed the door behind her, shrugging off her leather jacket, and placing it on the coat rack in the corner near the door. She also noticed a red flashing light appearing on her landline, in the living room which was down the hall, it was an open floor plan, besides the bedroom and bathroom. She walked down the short hallway, coming to the side of a cream couch, the landline situated on a side table. Kira pressed the answer machine button allowing the machine to speak the voicemail she has.
"One new message," the automated woman spoke, before beeping. "Miss Baxter, the American Museum of Natural History is going to have a grand reopening, after months of rebuilding after the terrible destruction. It is mandatory. Tonight at six, do not be late," Jake - Kira's boss, reminded her that tonight was the grand reopening of the Museum, and she must show her face.
Kira had two seperate lives. One as Kira Baxter, an accomplished archaeologist at the American Museum of Natural History. Archaeology was her main focus within the workplace, but her skills reached to that of anthropology too. Living so long, she had learnt from man and how different cultures speak, visited historical sights - which are considered to be great in this day and age. She had the foreknowledge, and skill due to being on the Earth for thousands of years.
Then her alter ego; 'The Golden Lady', a figurehead of good. The news portrays her as a hero and saviour of many. Kira wasn't in it for the fame or the perks of being a hero. She did it because she loved humanity, she saw the good in them. But she knew there was darkness within too, it was a flaw in creation. Kira saw past all that, her duty was to protect man.
"Better shower." Kira mumbles to herself, knowing she had to shower, curl her hair, and find a dress to wear. It was going to take her a few hours, which was good, it passed the time...
Hours had now passed, she was wearing a beautiful green dress, the fabric was like silk, and clung to her figure perfectly. The dark golden heels fitted the dress together, along with the emerald necklace and earrings. Also a bit of Chanel splashed onto her throat, and wrists, emitting that sweet aroma of the perfume. Kira walked free from her bedroom, and came out into the hallway, her heels clicking against the wooden flooring. Her hair had grown since the battle, and it was now past her shoulders, which it was curled and suited her well. It looked shiney in the light, and so soft to touch.
Suddenly, a firm knock came to her front door, making her stride forward, and latch her hand on the door knob. Pulling it open with no mind who was on the other side. A broad figure was standing behind the door.
