In the beginning of the end, she will be born upon the darkest night onto those who seek the light. She will be born of undreamt power and will lead her allies to a grand victory. Many shall try to deceive her but all will fail. So it is written it...
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I was 2:05am an I was currently sitting on the floor with my back against the fridge an a bottle of firewhiskey in my hand.
"Perse-woah hey hey, it's just me." Sam gasped holding his hands up in surrender when a knife surrounded by gold electricity, flew and stopped right in front of his face.
"Sorry." I mumbled flicking my wrist and the knife was back in the drawer in seconds.
"What are you doing here? Not that I don't love your company but I assumed you'd be at your house with Ron tonight." He asked in a whisper before sitting down across from me on the floor an I shrugged.
"Ron had to work late an I didn't want to be alone so I came here but... I can't sleep. Not that I ever get much sleep these days, and when I do it's..."
"Not rest?" He offered an I nodded looking at the bottle in my hand.
"It's not going to help." He said after a moment slowly crawling to sit next to me.
"I know. It wouldn't matter, I can't really get drunk anyway, my powers don't allow it an it tastes awful." I mumbled handing him the bottle and leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Firewhiskey? What the hell is firewhiskey?" He asked confused.
"It's like mixing Fireball, Bacardi, and bad life choices in a blender with a hint of Vodka." I joked and he opened the bottle to smell it only to gag in response.
"Who made this shit?" He laughed shaking his head and setting the bottle to the side. After a moment our laughter died down and we sat in a peaceful silence.
"So...you wanna talk about it?" He asked leaning his head against mine.
"Talk about what?" I asked closing my eyes only to immediately open them with images of Greyback and Scabior filled my mind.
"Whatever you want to tell me kid. What's on your mind?"
"Did one of my therapists put you up to this?" I joked.
"I'm serious Perse, you've been through more than any of us know. We want you to know you can-"
"I didn't know we were having a kitchen party." Bucky said as he and Loki stood in the doorway an I gestured for them to sit with us.
"It's a party now I guess, what are you guys doing up?" Sam asked them as we all sat in a circle on the kitchen floor.
"It's quieter at night, easier to read." Loki muttered with a shrug.
"I couldn't sleep I was going to go to the gym but I saw the light on in here. Why are you guys up, especially you Birthd-"
"Don't, please don't mention what day it is." I begged cutting Bucky off and he looked shocked at how weak my voice sounded but nodded nonetheless. I ran my hand over my stomach where my scar was hidden under my clothes.
