Sequel of Enhanced (An Avenger's FanFiction).
After her supposed "death", Andromeda Johnson awakens to a new world not far from the one she was used to. She is in a whole new, dangerous world. A world on the brink of collapse. An enemy endangers thi...
Leora faced Katie in a sparring match that tested not just speed and strength, but spirit and growth. Katie, once frail and haunted, now moved with purpose and precision, while Leora burned with raw potential still finding its shape. Their duel was more than training—it was a sync of forces, forging mutual respect and a bond deeper than rivalry. Meda arrived to observe, then joined the fight to personally test Leora's resolve, revealing that the legendary Carol—Leora's idol—was her wife. Through the fight, Leora confronted her fears and expectations, learning that she must become herself, not a shadow of someone else. Meda, seeing that truth take root, welcomed her to Alpha-9. Later, Leora wrestled with impostor syndrome, but Katie's gentle guidance reminded her that belief—Meda's and her own—was already enough. As dawn neared and their team prepared to leave, quiet conversations between Meda, Moose, and Dean revealed that the true enemy wasn't fear, but the refusal to face it—and that courage, ultimately, was a choice made in the light.
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"You ready?" I asked them, voice calm, not casual. There's a difference.
Katie and Leora stood at attention without being told. Leora's duffel bag was slung over one shoulder, weight evenly distributed, posture sharp but not tense. She was still glowing faintly, residual light under the skin like embers after a long burn. Katie stood beside her, one hand resting on her hip, braid tucked into the back of her uniform jacket, eyes gleaming—not just from dual-sight, but from something simpler: conviction. Dean already stood beside me, quiet and resolute. He didn't need words. His presence filled the gaps where conversation might have gone. They nodded in near-unison. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just that subtle tilt of the chin that said, I'm still walking forward. "Good," I said, slinging my pack over my shoulder. "Because we've got one more stop before we go home." Katie blinked. "Home?"
"Alpha-9," I clarified. "If you're going to wear the designation, start saying the name." Leora's mouth curled at the edge, something caught between hope and reverence. She'd been humming with purpose ever since I told her she'd made it—like the sun finally realized it was allowed to rise. Still, the quiet was comfortable as we stepped into the corridor that would lead to the surface lot. Moose met us at the exit, already holding the keys to the armored personnel vehicle—the same matte-black Leviathan-issue hybrid we used for short jumps between the site branches. Bulletproof, fire-resistant, leyline-dampened interior. Comfortable enough to transport a small squad or a ticking anomaly. I slid into the front passenger seat, letting Moose drive. She didn't ask for the wheel. She didn't need to. She was one of the few people I trusted not just with movement, but with momentum.
