AURORA

The Right Thing

A/N: Now it's getting interesting...

Aurora's voice was steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Yelena froze, her eyes narrowing in defiance as she assessed the situation. The air crackled with tension.

"You won't shoot me," Yelena challenged, her voice low and gravelly.

Aurora's grip tightened on the gun, her expression unreadable. "YOU,did"

Yelena hesitated, her mind racing. She could see the determination etched on Aurora's face, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded moments ago. Slowly, Yelena raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, -she couldn't use any of her techniques, Aurora had her distance- Her eyes never leaving Aurora's.

"This isn't you, Aurora," Yelena said calmly, her tone almost pleading. "We're not enemies."

Aurora's jaw clenched. "I didn't kill Mia, I would have never let anything happen to her but it did. It's not my fault."

"You attacked me," Aurora countered, her voice tinged with bitterness. "You've changed."

Yelena's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of regret passing across her features. "So have you."

A tense silence settled between them, broken only by the distant sounds of the city beyond the alley. Aurora's finger twitched on the trigger, uncertainty warring with resolve. Yelena remained still, her stance relaxed yet poised to react.

Wanda watching the interaction from afar ready to use her magic if anything goes wrong.

Finally, Aurora lowered the gun, the weight of it suddenly too heavy in her hand. "Go," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

Yelena nodded once, a gesture of acknowledgement rather than victory. She turned away, opening the door leaving Aurora's house, she left toward the street without looking back. Aurora watched her disappear.

Alone in the destroyed living room, Aurora sank to her knees, the adrenaline giving way to a rush of conflicting emotions. She stared at the discarded gun in her hand, grappling with the choices that had led them to this point. The scars of their confrontation ran deep, leaving both women forever changed.

Wanda made her appearance. Aurora looked at her for a few seconds then she turned her gaze back to her hands. Wanda hugged her tightly. "You're okay... you're okay"
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Aurora’s shoulders shook as she clung to Wanda, the tension finally releasing in silent sobs. Wanda held her, whispering soothing words until Aurora's breathing steadied. The silence in the room seemed to stretch on, broken only by the occasional creak of the settling house.

"You did the right thing," Wanda murmured, pulling back to look Aurora in the eye.

Aurora shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "It doesn’t feel like it. She wanted to hurt me, Wands...that's messed up."

Wanda sighed, her gaze drifting to the door where Yelena had disappeared. "Maybe this was her chance, to think about her actions."

Aurora’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. "But what if she doesn't? What if she comes back?"

"Then we'll deal with it," Wanda said firmly. "You have me"

Aurora nodded, a flicker of determination rekindling in her eyes. She stood, placing the gun on the table with a sense of finality. "I won't let her destroy what’s left of my life," she said, more to herself than to Wanda. "I’ll fight if I have to, but I won’t become like her."

Wanda smiled, pride shining in her eyes. "That’s the Aurora I know."

They began to clean up the wreckage of the living room, each movement purposeful, a step towards reclaiming the space and their sense of normalcy. As they worked, the distant sounds of the city became a comforting backdrop, a reminder that life went on beyond their immediate turmoil.