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[11] Aftermaths and Aftershocks

Over the next hour, grief struck me hard. It was like a hard blow to the face, only it kept hitting me. I didn't want to except the fact that my father was gone, in the next realm, as Thor would say. He was gone forever, and forever is a very long time. 

I sat at the table in the front of the Helicarrier, with Steve and Tony. Natasha and Clint were in a separate room, I had watched Loki send Thor plummeting to Earth, and Bruce was gone. A jet had fired at him, getting him angrier and angrier. He ended up throwing the pilot into the air, and the jet had blown up, sending Bruce/Hulk flying. So, in just a few short hours, I had lost two people that I cared about. I had no one now. The only thing left is to dream, just to dream of the world I often longed for. A world where my mother and father were still here, they loved me, and I was normal. I sighed, and Fury started talking.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. I guess he never did get you to sign them." Nick said, tossing blood spattered cards on the table in front of Steve. I didn't even have the energy to glare at Steve, it was all I had to hold back the tears. Steve picked up the cards, and I wanted to slap them out of his hands and take them myself. He didn't deserve to hold them.... Before Fury finished, I stood up and stormed out of the room, furious with myself. Demoria was controlling my thoughts, and she was pissed about losing Hulk.

'It isn't fair! My Hulk! Gone! I'm so sorry Cynthia!' She wailed and hissed. I knew she was trying to break free, to release herself. I was fighting back, and she was mentally kicking my ass.

'Let me out! Let me out! I will find this God, and make him pay!' She shrieked. I fell to my knees in an empty hall, groaning and moaning in pain. She was not winning this time, we both lost people we loved in the span of a few hours. She wasn't using that as an excuse. I stood shakily, and stumbled back to my room. I felt like a drunkard, and I fell on my bed.

'Cynthia, I swear to God. If you don't let me out, I'll make your life fucking hell!' She screamed. My head felt like it would burst, but I had to fight her.

"NO!" I shrieked. Demoria seemed to silence herself after my outburst. Phoenix and Floraa woke up, and Phoenix started singing a soft lullaby to calm me down.

'I'm so very sorry about Demoria. This is the first time she's felt love. She will do anything for it. Even take over your body.' Phoenix whispered. I closed my eyes, and decided to get some rest. My head hurt like crazy, and I felt my heart shattering. Sleep is what I needed, and sleep is what I was going to get.

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"Ms. Coulson. Cynthia?" I could hear someone whisper gently. I didn't want to open my eyes to the cold world, but this person obviously wanted me up. I felt hands on my side, carefully shaking me.

"Five more minutes dad." I groaned. 

"The poor thing. She still thinks he's here." A woman whispered. This comment made me snap my eyes open and sit up straight. The woman jumped back, fear in her eyes.

"What did you say about my father?" I growled, feeling the fangs grow in my mouth. 

"Just that you....uhm..." She stuttered.

"That's what I thought. Get out!" 

The woman ran out of the room, and and stood up from my bed. I turned towards my mirror, and I noted how my hair slowly turned purple. My lips turned icy blue, like I had been left in the harsh cold for 12 hours. My eyes turned black, and Demoria chuckled.

'Welcome to hell, little girl.' 

I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill her. I wanted t avenge my father's death. I wanted to kill Loki. I wanted Demoria out of my head. She was twisting my thoughts, making them evil and twisted. 

'Stop this! Please! Stop!' I pleaded. My hair slowly turned back, everything about me turned back.

'Until we have our boys back, this body is mine!' She hissed. I shuddered, and someone knocked on my door. It slid open, and I turned around to meet the chest of Captain America.

"Oh, hi Steve." I mumbled, trying to regain my previous, normal, not murderous, state.

"Hi Cynthia. Look, I'm sorry about your father, but we have an idea as to where Loki is. Tony figured it out. Join us if you want." Steve said before giving me a quick hug and laving my room. How much did I miss? I was asleep for what, fours hours? Five? I don't know. All I know is that I have a chance to get back at Loki, to get mt revenge. I sat on my bed, wondering if it'd be worth it to go fight, to possibly hurt someone I didn't mean to. I had no idea where this battle was taking place, and I had no idea if I was ready.

'We're ready, little girl.' Demoria whispered. I shuddered and stood up again.

"And so am I."

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"Fury!" I yelled, running towards him and Agent Hill. He turned to face me, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Ms. Coulson, if you're looking for the others, they've left for New York already." He said. 

'He speaks the truth, but if you trust us, I can get we there.' Phoenix and Demoria said together.

"Thanks for the info. I just wanted to let you know that I was going. I have a new mode of transportation." I said, and Fury's eyes widened.

"Then, good luck, Cynthia."

I nodded, and ran out of there as fast as I could. I felt like I needed a suit or something I could move around in, stretch in, fight in.

'We've got you covered.' The girls said in unison. I grinned and arrivedat the top deck, and waited for the girls to do their thing. I glanced down at my feet, and a sleek black fighting suit was covering my body, the parts that covered my hands turned red, the boots turned deep blue, and the middle turned green.

'Tada! Your new elemental fighting suit!' Floraa cried. I smiled and raised my arms to look at myself.

'So, how are we getting there?' I asked them.

'Easy, we fly. Phoenixes fly, silly.' Phoenix laughed. I smiled and Phoenix took control. She sprouted fiery wings, but they were colored black, for Demoria.

'Time to do what I was born to do: fly.' Phoenix said, and we jumped into the air, finally flying.