V I G I L A N C E ~ (Marvel) ~

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(song above dedicated to Loki)

"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

ESTHER:

I wake into the day not feeling the pleasant welcoming of the light... only feeling darkened as if I know one will die today.

I refuse to believe this lie. I will protect them. All of them.

I pull my suit onto my body, feeling the new fabric and weight to be satisfyingly comfortable and fitting. I pull my hair into a ponytail and clip on my utility belt with thigh straps. I go to Stark's lab where the others are and load up, putting blades into my holsters and a pistol in both thigh straps. I throw a rifle onto my back after filling it will ammo and hook grenades.

As I pack up I don't notice someone leaning against the wall beside me. "Ready to kick ass?" he asks, quoting me from so many days ago.

I don't look at Loki at first but slowly smirk. "I'm ready for this shit to be over."