Allie
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"Allie, are you alright to do this? On the last mission, Steve and I noticed you-"
"Flew into a mad rage? Had to be calmed down by you and Nat before I accidentally killed the guy?" I finish and smirk. Natasha and Steve share a look and I crack my neck. "If I'm not angry then I'm scared, anxious, and depressed, so Imma be angry and use my rage and newfound awful abilities to do some good."
"Allie this is not a healthy way to cope with what happened," Natasha reasons and I scowl. "You were doing so well with your old coping mechanisms."
"It may not be healthy, but it is what I need," I counter and turn my back to them as I pull on my tactical gloves. I choose to ignore her comment on my former wellness. I was doing well and then I relapsed after a stupid press conference I tried to do.
It all came falling down and I decided to bury Phoenix.
The second Tony had safer clothes made I hurled the Phoenix suit into the workshop, intending never to wear it again, and returned to Siren. Tony redesigned my old Siren uniform based on a drawing Gabie created after the wedding.
It's the same short corset-style dress, but now it's black, navy blue, and patterned with scales. The flared out skirt was replaced with a loose skort that has darker purple scale patterned leggings. The shoes are now only a short wedge boot that's much easier to run in. Underneath the corset bodice, I wear scale patterned mesh to cover my arms and neck, as well as fingerless gloves because I think they look cute. I've decided to lean into the Siren aesthetic for my namesake and to dissuade the media from calling me Phoenix.
After the incident, I tried to rush myself into becoming the Phoenix, rush myself into healing, but reality hit soon after the weddings. When I donned the flaming suit all I could remember was how close I was to murdering Lorelei and how I actually murdered him.
"Come on my dear spouses, let's go kick some ass," I say and pound my fists together. Steve and Nat watch me with concerned eyes and I grin widely. My smile and assuredly red sparking eyes do nothing to ease their concern. "Oh worry not I'm under control."
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"I take it back, I am not under control," I breathe out and swallow thickly at the sight of rolling waves. "I hate the ocean." Natasha rubs my shoulder, as much as she'll do in front of the other agents. It's a small action, but it's more than enough affection considering she's the lethal Black Widow.
We're flying over the Indian Ocean with a SHIELD tactical team heading for a hostage ship.
The STRIKE team is led by Brock Rumlow, a short ball of fury, whom I don't entirely trust. He's giving the mission debrief and I can't help but feel bad for him. The poor guy is the leader of the team and the mission, but has to deal with the fact Captain America is on that team and that mission.
"The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. It was sending up their last payload when pirates took them, ninety-three minutes ago," he reports and displays blueprints of the ship.
"Any demands?" Steve asks stiffly.
"A billion and a half."
"Yikes," I hiss.
"Why so steep?" Steve huffs.
"Because it SHIELD's," Rumlow responds, as if it's obvious.
"So it's not off course, it's trespassing," Steve grumbles. He hates doing Fury's dirty work. Natasha turns and leans in to whisper in the ears of Steve and I.
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Target Acquired (3) (Siren and Quiver Series)
Fanfiction"The Siren is dead, the villain Killian murdered her in cold blood," she taunts and I flinch. "The people call you Phoenix now." "Siren isn't dead, I'm not dead," I growl and clench my hands. I'm furious, I hate that I was renamed, hate that Siren...
