Natasha sacrificed herself to save the world. To save HER world. Y/N couldn't accept her love was gone. She couldn't move on. Reliving that day over and over. Can Y/N find a way to rewrite history? If she rewrites history, her and Natasha may never...
I don't know how long I was out, but I woke up shackled in a strange prison cell. Before I can regain my bearings, I am dragged out of the cell and down the hall by this weird old elf holding a long spear. It isn't long before I'm in a throne room and thrown to the ground at the feet of this giant purple giant dressed in silver-clad armour, sitting on a throne. "What is the point of this Ebony Maw?" His voice has no amusement as he snarls. I look up from my knees as he gazes at me with a deadly stare.
"She might not look much, but I've seen what she can become." Says the ugly Squidward-like thing beside me. I scream in pain at the sudden sensation of a blade piercing my skin and digging deep into my shoulder.
"This human is The Destroyer of Worlds?" Husks this tall woman with ram horns on her head as she pins me down with her sword.
"I've seen it. We need to train her, Proxima." Ebony Maw gives the woman pinning me down a look, and she pulls her blade out of me. Blood drips from my wound and onto the floor, and I can feel all eyes on me. "Heal it." The words take me by surprise, and I can only look up. I haven't fully perfected my powers; I'm still working everything out and don't know what they all do. Time manipulation has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Telepathy only started after being captured during my second deployment. My plane got shot down behind enemy lines. I woke in an old prison cell, tortured for information and then I was injected with some serum. Shaking my head trying to get those images out of my mind. No sense in dwelling on the past. Taking a deep breath, I focus on my wound. My hand hovers over it. Small ripples of temporal distortion erupt out of my hand as I reverse time on my wound. It takes longer than it should have, but it heals almost perfectly.
Ebony Maw smirks with amusement, "What if we controlled the essence of time, Thanos?" He says as the giant leans down from his throne with a grin.
"That pitiful display of power is what you are talking about?" Thanos snarls as he eyes Ebony Maw with skepticism.
"I promise, I have seen the world crumple at our feet with her at the helm." Maw bows as if to show he is at Thanos' mercy.
Rolling my eyes, "I won't join you." I spit as I stagger, ready to accept my fate. Thanos seems to welcome the challenge as he gets down off his throne.
He chuckles, and it feels as if the ground beneath me rumbles. "Oh, I think you'll welcome it when I ask my child." Before I can reply, something hard hits me in the back of the neck as I slam into the ground.
Before my world goes black, Ebony Maw's voice rings through the air. "Don't worry, sire, it won't be hard to manipulate her weak mind."
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Natasha pulls herself out of her thoughts a short while later but no longer feels Y/N's warm body beside hers. Her heart drops slightly hurt at how the long [Y/H/C] (Your Hair Colour) haired woman left before she could say anything. At the same time, her feelings confused her since it didn't make sense why she cared so much about someone she had just met. Downing the rest of her drink, she huffs before turning and walking back inside.
