26 year old Nova Smith Jones has a burning desire for revenge after witnessing her friends' death when she was 14 years old by a man that can control lightning. Ever since, she's had a hatred for lightning users and has awakened her spatial powers...
Almost three weeks have passed since Thanos disappeared, and destroyed half the universe.
Both of my parents, Katie and my three horses have blipped, along with Katie's family, but my two sons remained behind. I'd decided to stay in the New Avengers Facility in New York, and was cuddled into Thor's side, his hand stroking my right side, Endymion and Arthur sleeping in a seperate room next to ours.
Suddenly, our room starts shaking. We look up with furrowed brows. Our room continues to shake.
Thor and I exchange a glance before we get out of bed and throw on some jackets. I make sure that Arthur and Endymion are asleep before following Thor outside, meeting with Nat, Cap, Bruce and Rhodey.
I'm wearing a long sleeved white shirt under my green sweater and knee length green skirt with polka dots on it with tall socks and shoes, my brown hair in a bun.
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They must've seen the shaking too.
As we head out onto the grass, we see a huge spaceship being carried down to the ground by something—or someone. Even Pepper had come outside as a woman with long blonde wavy hair and brown eyes flies down, a rainbow aura of light glowing around her, and gently sets the ship down.
The aura dies around her body and she turns to us as the hatch opens up.
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A blue skinned female cyborg woman with stripes of purple helps lead a weakened Stark out. Cap runs up to him and wraps an arm around Stark, helping him off the ship.
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