𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

🌺 | 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: animatic and image by me

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tw:
- swearing

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Sanctum Sanctorum, Greenwich Village, New York

Anthea huffed, pulling heavy books onto her desk as she began to scribble things down onto a piece of paper, noting all sorts of spells and their effects, or side effects. 

Her brows were furrowed as she continued to write notes down, her pen furiously writing letters and diagrams down on the paper. Wong stood near the girl's doorway, eyebrows raised at how she said nothing.

This was her second day back from the Avengers Tower, and she hasn't stopped working since then. Yeah, now and then she had to eat or would've dozed off, but that didn't stop the girl from working twice as hard after.

Heck, she didn't even bother to talk to Trevor.

Of course, she did feed the poor thing, but Wong noticed that she took barely any time off the books. It was pretty obvious that it was becoming an unhealthy habit.

Wong sighed, Anthea, frowning as she didn't lift her gaze from the paper.

"Wong, I know you're there. If you're trying to get revenge or whatever, you're failing miserably at it," She spoke monotonously. 

"I'm not trying to pull anything," Wong frowned. "I'm just keeping an eye on you."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to prank anyone anytime soon," She muttered to herself. 

Out of nowhere, a ringtone started to blast, Wong and Anthea jolting up as the girl stood up, walking to her phone which lay on her bed and clicked on the small reminder. It was then that Wong noticed the girl's dark eyebags beginning to form.

"Oh look, training time," The girl plastered a false grin on, Wong frowning as she walked out of her room, the smile dropping.

"Anthea..."

"Don't worry, Wong! I'm perfectly normal, not up to tricks at all... pfft. Nah," She walked down the stairs on her way to the training room as Wong shook his head.

"She's exactly like her father... even if they aren't related biologically," Wong shrugged to himself. 

Anthea continued down the stairs despite Wong's comment, frowning slightly at the words before reaching her destination. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes and calming herself down before exhaling.

Once her eyes snapped open, she pulled her fans out, starting her training, just how things would go with her dad.

Just how things would go with her dad–

Memories started bursting into her mind, muscle memory kicking in as she began to move in familiar steps, shutting her eyes as memories continued to flood through her mind. 

They suddenly got overwhelming, all of the images flashing at once as Anthea's eyes shot open, the girl panting as though she had just woken up from a nightmare. 

She looked ahead of her and saw a dummy, its wooden exterior rough and almost mocking her as it flickered from its wooden self to the purple Titan. 

Anger and confusion coursed through her as she screamed, swiping her glowing fan across the item's chest as it slowly slid down, embers remaining. Her sobs filled the air as the tears flowed down.