Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

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Arya sighed as she leaned against the window of the plane, feeling a sense of safety even as the plane violently shook due to turbulence every once in a while, but there was just something about the day that made her seem as if she was untouchable.

Maybe it was the fact that Milburga was finally gone and out of her life, and that she was safe to do as she pleased.

Maybe it was the fact that each of the boys were sound asleep, leaving her to relax and sip at her tea as she admired the sunrise that was streaming through the small window beside her.

Or maybe it was the fact that Michael had finally stopped flirting with her after Luke yelled at him, and she sighed as she rested her head back against the soft plush of the seat, loving how peaceful everything seemed at this moment.

It was a combination of all three that let Arya finally let her guard down and relax, even if it was just for a moment before Nemesis received their next target.

Luke groaned from beside her and held his side as he sat up, letting out a slow exhale as he stared ahead, yawning silently and he looked beside him, and Arya smiled at him.

"How are you doing?" He asked, and Arya laughed as Luke looked more concerned for her than for himself, and she nodded as she got up and poured him a coffee, which he sipped at and nodded at her in appreciation.

"Doing fine, but how are you? Calum said you gave him a bit of a scare there." Luke said, sipping at the coffee and wincing as the burning liquid went down his throat, and set his mug down and settled for watching the steam rise from it.

"Smoke inhalation. I just needed fresh air." Arya said, and Luke grimaced as he nodded.

"Yeah, sorry. It wasn't originally supposed to go off, the last one I mean. But we're all okay, Milburga is dead, and we're going back home." Luke said, and Arya nodded as she looked back out of the plane window, nestling into the chair further and resting her head against the headrest.

Arya couldn't bring herself to sleep though, she still had the adrenaline from the nights events coursing through her veins, each moment replaying in her mind and she felt a surge of victory through her body.

The guys slowly woke up throughout the plane ride, each in a better mood than the previous plane ride, and Ashton sat beside Arya as she watched them all.

"I'm sorry we never mentioned your father before. We thought it would mess with your concentration or you wouldn't want to be with us at that point." Ashton commented, and Arya sighed as she sat up and crossed her legs, looking directly at Ashton.

"I've seen you before, just you never noticed me. I don't blame you, I wouldn't have noticed me either." Ashton chuckled, and Arya frowned as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Don't say that, I was just too focused on the one thing that really did matter to me, which was my fathers approval." Arya muttered, and Ashton sighed.

"Your father was immensely proud of you. He spoke of you nearly every day when we met for training."

"Did you know who I was when you read my file?" Arya asked, picking at her nails and Ashton nodded.

"Yes, but the others didn't. I had to remind them of who you were, but they just knew that you were his daughter. I was the one who really met with your father on a daily basis." Ashton answered, and Arya scowled.

"I miss him a lot, Ash. When Milburga spoke of him and how he stopped working with her when he realized, it made me think about how amazing of a person he was." Arya said, smiling slightly and Ashton nodded.