Peter's P.O.V 10 minutes earlier
I hold Lianna close and press her head lightly against my chest, kissing her forehead gently.
"Please, be okay? Alright? Come back to me," I whisper into her ear desperately. "I need you, I can't lose you, all of us can't. If I lose you, I don't know what I'll do. If you're gone, your dads will freak out and they'll probably kill me. Thor and Loki will hate themselves for not being able to take care of you. Mr Stark'll probably never let me go for a mission ever again. Michelle will hate me," I feel tears streak down for my face. "I think you get the point. But, please, come back to me, Lianna. I love you,"
Lianna's P.O.V ten minutes earlier [same time as Peter ^]
I sit up abruptly and I look around. I'm in the same field as before and I'm on the same bed as in my vision. Only this time, instead of vibrant flowers and clear skies, I'm surrounded by dead grass and a thundering above. I'm in a white sundress and my hair is brown and normal. I try and my powers don't work. Again. I clamber out of the bed, panicked and run around the field.
"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" I scream at the top of my lungs until my throat is hoarse. "DAMN IT THANOS!" I slump to the ground after I realise that I can't escape without Thanos letting me out. I don't know how to get out.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt from the sky hits the ground behind me and I jump in fear and shock. I turn to face the ground where it hit and in place of the bolt stands Storm, my mother.
"Help me," I sob and she crouches down.
"My poor child, my darling," she strokes my cheek.
"How do I...How do I get out?" I ask desperately. She looks down sadly. "Storm, tell me,"I choke out. She looks up at me with sad eyes.
"Do you remember any of it?" she asks me. "Your childhood? How T'Challa and I raised you until you were five years old? Any of it?"
"I...No, I'm sorry, but I need to go-," I start but she shushes me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Remember," Storm places her hand on my forehead and gives me a vision.
*This vision was different from any other vision. Instead of living in a vision, I was watching myself, like a flashback. In this vision, I see a little brown haired girl running around Wakandan grass and she had a huge smile on her face.
That's me.
The younger me was being chased by Father and he was equally happy as he lifted me off the ground with his strong arms onto his shoulders.
"You are the future Queen, my daughter," he tells me endearingly. The scene then switches to inside the castle, in the Royal Suite, my parents' suite. Younger me seems maybe a year or two older and is sitting on a lady's lap while she reads a story. That lady is my mother. She kisses the top of my head lovingly and smiles.
"My beautiful daughter," her accent wasn't as strong as Father's, hers was more of an American accent. The words rolled off her tongue and into my head. In seconds, countless memories and flashbacks of lost thoughts went through my head at hyperspeed. I...
I remember. *
I snap out of my flashback and see her in front of me. I remember everything as I stare up at her.
"Are you alright?" she asks, concerned.
"M...Mom," I cry and fling myself into her arms.
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FanfictionLianna is a 17 year-old girl living in New York with her adoptive father, Dr Steven Strange and she was taken care of by him and his assistant, Wong, her whole life. But the one thing about her... she has powers. She can control cold elements like i...
