"I'll spin for you like your favorite records used to."
IN WHICH a light-hearted and playful agent of S.H.I.E.L.D is paired with the humorless patriot of right and wrong, Captain America. Both despise each other with a fiery passion to start, but wh...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THE IDEA THAT A GOD COULD BE CREATED would be considered absurd by every person on the planet until two years ago when a god came to Earth. In a world of Avengers, Emersyn enjoyed being a human. The ability to create something from nothing was a power she did not want to have. She wanted to win battles with the sheer force of her punches and the strength she had worked to build. Strength was something Emersyn could control; she knew her limits and often, the winner of each fight was the person who wanted victory more. Battles became about willpower rather than pure physical strength. To be given an unnatural power, to be placed above mankind with an ability that knew no bounds and instilled fear into the very people she had just been a part of— was terrifying. Emersyn had seen what the press did to Thor, Loki, and Steve Rogers. It placed them on a pedestal, or made them into the monster parents told their children about at night. They were praised if their powers were used for good, but what if they were in the wrong hands? The reporters would not remember a single good deed as soon as the people in power make one wrong move. The superheroes become weapons in an instant, so Emersyn never wanted power greater than her own hands could produce. Becoming a tool for Hydra was to be used, forced against her will, to know and see the pain she would cause and being unable to change it— to have her life determined by somebody else— to lose control. It haunted her thoughts.
Clouds rolled overhead, painted in broad strokes against the blue canvas. They blocked out the sun and offered a slight breeze that made the grass dance and tickled Emersyn's bare skin. She didn't know what to feel other than fear, having years of secrecy thrown at her in an instant. Her thoughts were destroying her, but the silence was a killer too. The air had dried any stray tears that escaped her eyes, but it could not help the heaviness of her heart. It had been battered, broken and now she tried to stitch it back together again. A dull ache was present throughout her whole body, but Emersyn remembered what Sam had advised her: to focus on the present and find a goal to work towards, and the rest would come on its own.
The biggest issue remained at the forefront of her mind; Hydra was looming like dark clouds rolling in and in just a few hours Project Insight would be used to establish world domination. Emersyn knew she would do everything in what strength she had left to stop them, but the fear of failure was still fresh in her mind. She tried to focus on the sounds of the rustling leaves and breathe the fresh air to distract herself. With every movement, her ribs ached, but there was a job to do, and the crunch of grass and dirt underfoot brought her back to the mission.
Emersyn raised her head from the earth and found Natasha walking toward her with her arm in a sling. She entertained a slow limp, but still managed to offer Emersyn a slight smile.
"Hey," Nat said as she looked down at her friend in the grass.
