His Daughter Against him

Luna Heart Isnt Heartless

Luna lived in the middle of the woods. An old woman named Mary loved and raised Luna like a first born. Luna was weel enpugh fourteen when her parental figure died mysteriously.
She took everthing and anything that was of use in the little cottage and journeyed into nyc. She had a sudden power surge and was taken cusedy to by shield. This is where we pick up.

Luna Heart wasn't evil! My jeart said.
Luna Jeart is on a killing spree! My brain said.

Luna's eyes glowed a piercing blue. As her black pixie hair with green tips started to swivel and sway in nonexsistant wind, she screamed, loki green radiating from her mouth.
Then, all at once, her hair calmed, her screaming stopped, and her eyes stopped glowing.
She blankly stared out at space, then blacked out.
Suddenly, I was there before she hit the ground. Gotcha! *inside head pokemon theme starts to play, then stops.*
I looked aroumd. The shadows had curled up and retracted back into Lunas body. The fire on the far wall had dimmished and died when she fainted.
Behind her was tons of shield agents lyingb dead or unconsious. Most with at least one brocken bone.
I looked back at the group. Most rendered unconsis by thedeafinging screaming, the bright light, the intence heat from the fire wall, and the smell of metalic blood, I was the only one besides powerman, but he was on the boarder line.
I sighed. "Guess I'll take you down to hospital hallway." I said, strapping her to my back and turning into a cheeta. I was silver with lavender spots. Basically all the main body parts were silver and the (ugh cirse my vocab) decals lavender. Eyes always stayed the same.
I ran and went to the hospital wing in at least half a minute. We were remarkably close.
I set her down on a bed, after turning human and ridding her of her bonds against my back.
Than ido the same for everyone except for powerman. I had to turn into a rhino for that.
I went back and did damege clean up. The only thing left was the brocken gun. I just put that in the weapondry with a note.
The hallway was as good as new.
"Wait! Was that all a dang test?" I suddenly exclaimed.
"No. But if it was you would have passed." Eye patch dude- I mean, nick fury said as he walked up, surveying the dameage to the helicarrior. He looked pleased. "Where did you put the others?" He inquired. (I LOVE THAT WORD!)
"Hospital Hallway. The team I put in the family room as to not waste space." I responded.
"Amd Lu- the manic?" He asked.
"Luna Heart isn't crazy! She had a power surg, I'm sure! You do know that people react to new power differently. I reacted by convulsing on the floor and transforming into every animal I knew. She probably went wild trying to unleash it and then, with some spent, harness it." I said, all in defence of Luna. She worked her way into my sympathy pit.
Suddenly, I jeard several moans and groans. I cheeta it to the hospital hallway and fjnd the team gainimg consiness.
I hurried from one to the next, making sure that they were ight.
Nova-sadly-was still flirting. Gross!
White Tiger was okay.
Powerman was still stunned by the mysterious girl but was fine
Iron fist was being a fortune cookie-hes fine.
Then I ran over to dad. He had suffered the worst. He had pushed everyon down, therefore ended up ontop. He had a large singe mark all over.his back, incluing butt and legs.He was on his belly, and his head was to the side facimg me. I had taken his mask half off-up to his nose. I had dome that to tiger too to help tjier breathing. Tigers was down again. Dad was still unconcience. I pulled his mask off, and his shirt. I wasn't going any close.to the pants. His whole back was covered in second and first degree burns. I predicted that his butt and legs did to. The room fell silent when they saw what bad shape my dad was in. He was sweating, but icy cold.
I walked over to a cabinet and looked for burn butter. I noticed a little mini fridge in the corner. The burn butter was in a light blue box. I closed the fridge and walked back over to my father.
I undid the lid and scooped out a few globs of the grainy clod blue liquid. I put the lid on and started to rub the substance into his back. The clod substance worked its way into the burn, cleaning a nd treating them.
I put the burn butter back and went to the sink and washed my hands. Then, u got out the guaze and guaze tape. I walk over.to him and put the start of the roll onto the top of his back, right below his armpits. I stared to wrap towards me. Power an came over and lifted him wile I got the guaze umdernieth. This prosses want on until I got.the tape all the way to the slamm of his back. I tapedthe guaze in place and I packed up the supplies.
Power an took his original seat. Nova pulled one up for me to sit in while we wated.fo dad to wake up. Danny offered to do the legs.
We all went to vairous rooms to treat other patients, but I never wanderd far. When all the patients were treated we made our way back to dads room. His waist down was covered by a blanket, to prvent us seeing his butt and legs. I resumed my seat. I racked my brain for what I should do now.
"Where's spiderman?" Nick boomed as he walked down the hall.
Tiger bolted up and hushed him signaling him to our room.
He entered and opemed.his mouth to start sayimg something to my dad, then stopped short. He looked at all of us, then me.
"Kati you should go home, yuour-"
"I'll ne fine, fury. I'm not moving for the world." I said sternly.
"That's what he said about you." Nick said, tjen turned heel and left.
I just stared at my dads face. He had a few little scratches from his various battles, but the burns required more than just a quick glance. I pulled the memory of treating his woumds. They looked normal, but they had some puss trickling out of some. Some had blister badly and otjers were bleeding. One part.toards.the middle was third degree burns. I was on the edge of tears.
Fist motioned for everyone to leave.
Then I started to tear up. I grabbed he hand, carfull not to disturb him. I held the jand in both of mine and bitterly wepts for about an hour. I dried my tears and stared at.his hand. It was the hand he allowed me to paint pink and purple when I was four. It was the hand the stroked my hair after a nightmare when I was six. It was the same hand that helped my get into the front seat for the firat time when I was eight. The same hand hugged me when I got bullied at ten. Amd it was the hand that held me tightly after mesmeros attacks. It was the hand that always gave food, whether I bit him or not. It was the hand that I will never let go of, because it never let go of me.