☆» All Queen Visaena Hightower wanted, was to protect her children. Being married off at a young age to a man three times her senior changed her. She was a sweet and kind girl in her youth, but every little experience forced her to toughen up. She...
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Once they were far away enough from the now-destroyed military base, Visaena had asked Steve what happened. She explained to him how her mind transported her somewhere else, though she didn't explain what she saw. Visaena couldn't understand how the quick flashes of visions could take so long in real-time. She had missed everything that happened. Steve explained most of it to her, though he left some details out, that would later bite him in the ass.
At first, Visaenas first thought was her children. And that she needed to get to them. But Steve quickly assured her they were safe, with Rhaenys. How he learned that she did not know. But Steve Rogers was one of the few people Visaena trusted.
The trio, including a now awake Natasha, stopped in front of Sam Wilson's home. Steve ensured them it was safe. The door opens, revealing the man looking at them confusedly.
"Hey, man." He said slowly.
Steve looked at Sam with a somber expression. "I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low."
Natasha, standing beside him, added, "Everyone we know is trying to kill us."
Sam paused momentarily, considering their situation before replying, "Not everyone." He stepped aside, allowing them to enter his home.
"Thank you." The Queen says with a somber expression. Her usual bright eyes are now dim and unfocused. The quick flashes of visions really wore her out. She wanted to understand what it was, and why she saw it. But Visaena knew she had to deal with her current situation, before exhausting herself even further. Sam had directed Visaena to a bathroom where she could clean herself up. Once She was alone in the hallway, she let the tears fall from her eyes. So much had happened in such a short amount of time.
Fury dying, finding out SHIELD had been infiltrated by HYDRA the whole time. She felt her whole world crumbling beneath her. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her down. And then her mind strayed back to the visions. And not just the most recent ones. The ones she and Eliana shared, how it happened, and how she failed to prevent it. Visaena walked into the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. The woman took a shower, scrubbing off all the dirt and small amounts of blood.
Drawing a deep breath, Visaena reached within herself to the power that lay in her core. Her fingers tingled as the familiar warmth of her magic began to flow through her. She envisioned her attire changing, focusing on the elegant green dress from Celestria she often wore during moments of peace and reflection.
A soft, shimmering light enveloped her body, starting at her feet and gradually rising upward. The tattered remnants of her previous civilian clothing (which she did not like) dissolved into particles of light, which then merged into a new fabric. The transformation was seamless and almost immediate. The material was a rich, emerald green that seemed to catch and reflect the light, giving it an ethereal glow.
