𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
Six months after the final battle, the Avengers (or what's left of them) are trying to get back to their old lives, trying to move on from Cameron's tragic death. Sure, it wasn't the...
• You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are, devil in disguise •
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SMALL LAUGHTER FILLED THE air as the women were all sitting down together in Dottie's garden. Dottie was one of the most influential women in the city and thankfully for her Cameron was good friends with her. Almost every woman in the city had been invited to that small party.
Cameron had gladly accepted the invitation that arrived just the day after finding out that she was pregnant. The day later the party she would have expected a doctor's visit and because of her powers she didn't really know how much her belly was gonna grow throughout the day. So, probably she shouldn't have gone to the party, but she couldn't miss it. Being at one of Dottie's parties was pretty important to fit in.
So, now she was sat in a rather uncomfortable chair in a big dress that covered pretty well her belly. Next to her sat Geraldine. The two had become quite good friends over time.
"Say, that dress is so cute!", Geraldine exclaimed in a whisper tone to Cameron as she passed her a plate with some biscuits that they were passing around.
They were all talking about schools, husbands, children and gossip and Cameron couldn't help but think how boring all of that was. And adding on the fact that she was pregnant and her back hurt like hell made it all even worse.
"Oh, thank you! I bought it yesterday. You know that little shop in the centre?", Cameron asked her with a smile.
"Oh, yes. I love that place", Geraldine replied with a small chuckle, but suddenly they were cut off.
"We all reunited here to talk together, so a little less cross chatter between each other and a little more focus", Dottie told them with a bitter and irritated tone.
"Sorry", Cameron muttered before passing on the plate with the biscuits.
And like that the party, if you wanna call it that, went on for another boring and exhausting hour. And, much to Cameron's delight, Dottie asked her to help her clean up after. Her day just couldn't get better.
Cameron picked up yet another tray full of plates and glasses and placed it on the small table with an exhausted sigh. She was definitely regretting even just getting out of bed that morning.
"That is why you never do a seating chart on an empty stomach", Dottie finished saying yet another one of her, oh, so boring stories.
"Golly, you're a whiz at all of this stuff, Dottie. I'm so grateful you chose me to help you clean up today. I feel so lucky", Cameron told her with a smile as she moved to take another tray of plates.
"You are", Dottie replied in her bitter tone. That bitch.
When she turned around to place the tray on the table Cameron stuck out her tongue and silently mocked her. With a sigh she put a smile back on her face and turned around to the blonde woman.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help but wonder if you and I haven't gotten off on the wrong foot, Dottie. And I would like to correct that if I can", Cameron told her with a smile.
"And how would you do that?", Dottie asked her almost sceptically.
"Well, I-", Cameron began with a small nervous chuckle but she cut her off.
"I've heard things about you, Cameron. You and your husband", Dottie told her slowly standing up.
"Well, I don't know what you've been told, but I assure you I don't mean anyone any harm", Cameron told her truthfully as she slowly waked closer to the blonde.
"I don't believe you", Dottie told her in her bitter tone. Before Cameron could respond, though, a strange sound filled the air.
The two kept looking in each other's eyes as slowly fear could be read inside them. From the small radio on the table beside them they could hear a strange, cracky sound. A voice.
"Cameron. Cameron, can you read me, over? Cameron, please", the voice said and with fear in their eyes they both looked at the radio. But Cameron couldn't help but think one thing. She knew that voice.
"Who is that?", Dottie asked her with a scared voice. Slowly she turned around to Cameron in front of her and with immense fear she spoke up. "Who are you?"
"Cameron? Who's doing this to you, Cameron? Cameron? Camer-", the voice kept repeating then suddenly the radio malfunctioned and it turned off, smoke slowly coming out of it. When it did, though, to that sound also added the sound of glass shattering.
Cameron quickly turned back around to Dottie, fear clear in her eyes as she watched the glass that she had in her hand now broken. Slowly opening her hand, they both could see blood on it. Red blood.
"God, Dottie! Are you okay?", Cameron immediately asked her and rushed to get her a napkin.
As she came back and took her hand she placed the napkin on it, trying to help her, but Dottie stopped her.
"Pop quiz, Cameron", Dottie told her, and Cameron frowned as she looked back up at her. "How does a housewife get a bloodstain out of white linen?" Cameron simply stared at her, still shocked. "By doing it herself."
And just like that Dottie left, smiling at her. Cameron was left there just thinking about what the hell had just happened. This wasn't right.
᯽ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻 ᯽
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