"The sidekick business has been good to me."
-Sean Astin
"Do you really have to nitpick every move I make?" I yell over the sound of rapid gunfire. A hearty laugh filled my ears as a red streak ran past, catching every bullet heading towards me. "And I could've stopped those you know!"
"And how many times have you almost died?" The Flash called as he knocked down another gunman. "He's not wrong, you know!" Cisco's voice rang through my small earpiece.
"Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you that it's what I do!" I yelled as I threw two men into each other. "Now are we gonna figure out where our target is, or are you going to keep trying to teach me life lessons?" I searched the gunmans' minds for any information.
"He's not here! This was a set up!" I shout, ducking as an idiotic man tried punching me in the face. "Nice try, but I'm more than just another pretty face." I smirk as he threw another punch, and I used my telekinesis to stop it in midair. The utterly hilarious confusion on his face made me laugh as I pulled his fist into his own face.
A faint sound of footsteps rang through the warehouse, boots hitting against the cement floor, and the unmistakable sound of clapping followed each step. "Well done, I must say, you are much more talented then I first imagined." A male British voice spoke as the footsteps came to a halt just behind me.
Whipping around, I spotted Barry racing to my side. The man in front of us wore a long brown trench coat, his dusty hair side-swept around his tan complexion. His eyes dazzled in the light of the moon coming from the window just behind us. He carried a small pistol that emitted a odd blue light.
"Who are you?" Barry asked, taking a step ahead of me and staring the man down. The man, who I took note of his beard and mustache, just chuckled and put his odd weapon back in a pocket of his coat. His face showed confidence and courage, but his eyes betrayed that he had seen dark things. His mind was filled with fire and death.
I saw him slightly flinch as I searched his mind. "Please, can you not do that?" He asks, the courage completely drained from his face, replaced with a stern unreadable expression. "Sorry, not one to trust strangers who mysteriously appeared in the warehouse we were just fighting gunmen in." I say sternly. Flash raced towards the man, but I stopped him with my mind mid-sprint.
The stranger smiled slightly. "Exceptional. I need your help, Amina. Both our futures are on a very thin line between peace and total chaos, you in?" He asked, his hand on his gun in his pocket, so I guess he wasn't going to take 'no' for a answer. Before I could answer, Barry broke from my focus. "I really hate when you do that." He grumbles as he stands in between me and the stranger.
"As I hate when you try to make decisions for me." I growl back as I look around the scarlet speedster to the man in the long trench coat. "I want to help you, Mister...?"
"Hunter, Rip Hunter. From East London, and the future." I raise an eyebrow. "When exactly, Rip?" I ask, knowing a thing or two about the future seeing as Barry's always messing with it.
"April 25, 2166."
If you caught that reference with the date, you are a true legend. If you don't, than you either haven't watched the other shows, or are very unobservent.
"Amina, can we talk?" Barry says, sounding very mad. I roll my eyes at him. "Sorry Rip, let's just say he's a little over protective." I glare at Barry as we move to one side of the warehouse. I look back to see Rip fiddling with a device on his wrist.
"What are you thinking? This guy says he's from the future, and you trust him? How do we know he's not lying?" His words are vague, but his mind showed everything unsaid. He was thinking of Eobard Thawne, and all the trouble he caused. We trusted him, and he tore that trust in half like a peice of paper.
"Look, Bar, I know you just want to protect me, and I know you don't trust him, you have every right not to, but this is my chance to finally make my own mark on this world. I don't have to be remembered as just 'The Flash's sidekick', I can help save the future that you're not gonna see in eight years." I sigh as I recall seeing the newspaper article in Thawne's hidden room that said Barry was going to disappear fighting him in 2024.
Barry looks at me, emotion shining in his vibrant green eyes. "I know I can't stop you from going, I don't even know why I tried. Good luck, Amina, go save our future." I smile, pulling him into a tight hug.
Turning around, I see Rip looking over a holographic image of a woman and a small boy seeming to emit from the device on his wrist. "Ready to go?" I ask. He slightly jumps at the sound of my voice, and his mind goes back to the images of death and utter carnage. I think I spot those same two people from the holograms in front of a familiar man flash through his mind, but I can't quite remember the name of the man.
Shaking the ominous feeling I got from his mind, I repeat the question. "Oh, ah sorry, just was thinking about the future." I want to question him, but decide to keep that to myself. "Let's go." He says, heading towards the door to our far left.
"So, time traveler, huh? You look like somebody fit for that kind of job." I smile.
"What gives you that impression?" He asks.
"You look like you would travel through time in a small looking machine, but it's bigger on the inside."
Couldn't help myself. May not be a Whovian, but HartTruth told me a lot about Rory. May make a few more references through out this book.
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To Be A Legend ¤Legends Of Tomorrow Fanfic¤ (DISCONTINUED AND SWITCHED AUTHOR)
Fiksi Penggemar(Being continued on @AndresPlatas's account) Amina Winters has worked for The Flash since week one. She is a telepath and has telekinesis. She never thought about herself, only others. She always had some sort of connection to Leonard Snart as a fri...
