PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
[based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe]
This is the story of Forsaken, a skilled and trained assassin who works for Hydra until she is rescued by Shield. She tries to find her old memori...
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Closer I get
Can you resist?
It's relentless
It's why
It had been a year since the Snap. Despite still grappling with the profound loss and devastation brought by Thanos's actions, Alice tried to rebuild her life and forge a new path. She started working in a small coffee shop that was near her apartment.
Her days were always the same – wake up, work for eight hours, go home, sleep, repeat it all over again. It was a boring routine, but it brought her some kind of comfort and sense of purpose. Having a routine was good for her, but she would occasionally fall off the wagon – getting drunk and crying until the early hours of morning was something that happened at least once a month.
Those nights when she felt helpless and depressed usually consisted of the same thing – it was either drinking in her apartment, or going out to a club, flirt with someone and then bring them home for a night of meaningless sex. It wasn't healthy, but at least it helped forget everything, even if it was just for a few hours.
Luckily for her (or not), no one from the team had tried to contact her during all those months. Not even Steve or Natasha. That shocked her to a certain point, but then she also realized that she didn't try to contact any of them. Maybe it's better this way, she always tried to reassure herself, but the truth was, she missed them. She missed everyone that was gone and everyone that was still alive, but she felt as if there was nothing she could do to change it. Sure she could pick up the phone and call them, or even swing by the compound, or Steve's apartment, but pride got in her way. Maybe in a few weeks she would call them.
As Alice wiped down the counter, a man stormed into the coffee shop. As soon as he saw her, his face twisted with anger. He marched up to the counter, his steps heavy with purpose and slammed his fist down with a loud thud.
"It's you!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Alice. "You're one of them, aren't you? One of those Avengers who failed to stop Thanos!"
Alice froze, taken aback by the sudden hostility. For all those months she had been working at the coffee shop, no one had recognized her, of if someone did, never said anything about it.
"I... I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm really sorry..."
"It's because of you that my wife and daughter are gone!" he screamed at her. As the man's accusations pierced through her, Alice's heart sank, the weight of his words heavy on her shoulders. "I lost everyone I love!"
She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she met his gaze with a mixture of sadness and defeat. "I'm sorry," Alice said softly, her voice filled with sorrow. "You're right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was an Avenger. And I can't help but feel responsible for what happened."
