𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, if it feels like a trap, you're already in one
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Ingrid Rebecca Banner had lived a thousand lifetimes’ worth of chaos before her 18th birthday.
At just 17, her life had been a relentless storm of survival and sacrifice. Twice, she'd found herself running from the government, hiding in the shadows as the world hunted her. She had stood on the frontlines of battles no one should ever have to fight, facing down alien invaders as they tore through cities, their destruction turning the world upside down. She had fought alongside the Avengers against killer robots and had faced the Mad Titan, staring into the eyes of something far worse than death, something that promised to take everything.
Every chapter of her life had been written in blood, sweat, and loss. She had mourned those she loved, forged bonds stronger than steel, only to watch them break under the weight of war. Each time she hit the ground, she clawed her way back up, battered but unbroken, refusing to let the world bury her.
And now? Now the storm had passed. The war was over. The dust had settled, and Ingrid had earned something she once thought was the ultimate prize: peace. A quiet, normal life. No enemies, no battles, no more running.
Deep down, Ingrid knew the truth she couldn’t bring herself to say out loud: peace didn’t fit her anymore. The girl forged in fire and fury wasn’t meant for soft edges and calm days. She had fought too long, endured too much, and in the process, had become something... else.
If she were honest with herself, the quiet wasn’t peace. It was a haunting reminder that, deep down, she wasn't made for a normal life.
And maybe she never would be.
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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, get out your map, pick somewhere and just run
