Emma Parker. The incredibly smart, beautiful, kind agent of SHIELD. The elder sister of Spiderman. The Assistant of Tony Stark. And the maternal cousin of Caroline Forbes.
After the traumatic falling of SHIELD, and the explosive reveal of her long...
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She imagined that the girls are chatting about her.
'I can't believe Emma's actually gonna live here. I mean, it's been months since I even talked to her and that was at your 15th birthday.'
'I know, but she's spearheading Stark Industries' expansion into Virginia. The factory's gonna be a few miles out of the Mystic Falls border. Isn't that exciting?!'
'A little unbelievable, honestly. Nothing interesting ever happens in Mystic Falls.'
'That's unbelievable? I think that the fact that she's 24 and spearheading the expansion of Stark Industries is more so.'
'Talk about setting a high standard. Sorry, Care.'
'Oh please, my chance went out the door when she graduated high school at 17.'
Or something of the sort. Emma isn't really concerned. She turned her attention onto the song on the radio and hummed along to the generic pop bass line, mulling over the 'season finale' worthy events that went down not two weeks ago.
'This is good, Emma. It'll be good. Nice, sleepy town, family rendezvousing that won't end in bomb blasts.... Relaxing.'
'If I leave, then who'll take care of Fitz? I'm the only person he's comfortable with!' Emma argues in vain, knowing that when Phil Coulson put his mind to something, it was binding.
'He'll survive. You're still recovering from a gunshot wound, and it doesn't take a fancy degree to identify that Ward's betrayal hurt you.' Oh hell no. Don't you dare.
'He was your guide in this world when you started and he helped you when Stephanie died. Go.' Emma rolls her eyes. This must count as entrapment or something.
'Yeah, and I need to cement my place here, prove that Grant Ward is not my reason to be here at SHIELD. Not run away, and lick my wounds.' She regrets it the moment it slips out of her mouth.
'Speaking of, it has been 12 days since you were shot. You need to rest.' She can see the shadows of a smug smile on his face. That darn weasel.
'My wound is fine. Peter's blood healed me.' She has no idea how it had managed to worked. But the self healing enzymes in her brother's DNA was extracted and inserted into hers.
After hours of painful, precise work, Jemma (an angel, truly), with the help of Emma's notes on her dad, Richard Parker's work, managed to splice their genes perfectly, giving the elder Parker a self healing process. Yay.
'Agreed. But the physical trauma is ever present.' Her features fall slack. Coulson, especially he, did not get to lecture her on traumatic experiences.
'Please, Emma. You're a smart girl. You know you need time to recuperate. Just go and help Caroline pick her homecoming dress.'
The robotic words of her GPS system shook her out of her trance. She is officially in Mystic Falls.
