"I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness for what I'm about to do."
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In which Cecilia Murdock picked up her father's mantle only to have old enemies resurface while she's trying to navigate through college and h...
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"Stop making us like you!"
Christmas Eve 2024
If you had told Cecilia Murdock that she would be spending Christmas Eve with an Avenger making trick arrows she would have laughed in your face. Except that's exactly how they spent their morning, with a soldering iron and a label maker.
They had all been relatively quiet, as they were each overthinking something in their heads. Clint was thinking about Yelena, Kate was thinking about her mother, and Cecilia was thinking about none other than Wilson Fisk.
Her brown eyes watch as she twirled the STARK industries arrowhead around in her fingers. It was pretty cool to think that Tony Stark was so smart that he created tech for all of his team, not just himself. Cecilia wondered what it had been like, to be on a team. This was the first time in years that she had been working with someone, and even before it was only ever one partner, not two.
A part of her wondered if maybe that would make things better, to not always have to do everything alone. That's what both teams of superheroes that Cecilia knew about represented, that it's okay to ask for help. That was something her father struggled with during the formation of the Defenders.
Perhaps it was something she struggled with also, but she didn't want to do this alone, not anymore. Of course, there was the ever-present fear that something would happen to the team and it would be her fault.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Clint finally said as he glanced over to Cecilia, the young woman had been lost in thought staring at the arrowhead for nearly ten minutes. She snapped out of it with his voice and lifted her gaze to meet his.
"I wouldn't expect you to know," She answered with a soft shrug. Kate frowned at her friend's words, the tone of her voice was dry and it told her that Cecilia was closing herself off to handle this objectively. Something that Kate was struggling to do herself.
"But I did and like I said...Nat kept tabs on you, and that means she had files on your family, and what he put you through. I just didn't want you to derail yourself over scum like Wilson Fisk," Clint stated as he carefully set down the arrow he had been working on and gave her a concerned look.
Cecilia rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked away quickly. She didn't want nor need anyone's concern, although granted it was reasonable. She hated Wilson Fisk with everything in her, she wanted him to rot in the deepest corners of hell. She just wasn't sure how far she was willing to go to put him there, there was a part of her that wanted to drop everything and go after him, but she couldn't. She couldn't because that's what everyone was expecting her to do, they were expecting her to become blinded by rage and make a stupid decision, one that would get her killed.
