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In the aftermath of her bodyguard's death, (Y/N) finds herself struggling to cope with the difficulties of her everyday life - and the newfound changes that went along with it.
And while, yes, she did have people she could rely on - Aaron, Spencer, Maria and occasionally Dallon and Natasha - her friends' attempts at aiding her in her problems weren't doing much good.
Her mental state had been on a steady decline ever since she witnessed Brendon's jet blow up a few months prior and as a result, managing her powers got progressively harder with each passing moment.
But that's not what she displayed on the outside, of course.
For the sake of the peace of mind of everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D - particularly The Director - she feigned almost complete control over her abilities, and even went out on menial missions with other agents - all in an attempt to maintain the pretense that she was fine, and that there was no cause for concern.
But she was far from fine, and while out on a mission with Agent Smith one day was when that fact came to light.
Her meltdown cost them that mission - her powers causing mass destruction.
Anxious, upset and angry, (Y/N) finally turns to her godfather for help, and he sends her - as a companion to Doctor Aaron Ross, S.H.I.E.L.D's newest associate - on a consultation with Jane Foster and Doctor Erik Selvig. Nothingcould've prepared her for the events that followed.
After losing her parents, (Y/N) was left without a family. Now, a year later, she finds herself staring at the unconscious body of someone who would change that.
And little did she know...
Somewhere across the country, her very-much-still-alive bodyguard was experiencing the exact same thing.
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❛ YOU WERE IN GOOD HANDS. ❜
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" You've been alive this entire time?! "
"Yes."
" So you lied to me? Again?"
"Yes."
" Damn it, Brendon! This is fucking serious! Can't you give me an answer that's not compromised of one syllable only?! "
"Sure, I can. When you stop asking questions which you obviously know the answers to. I mean, really, (Y/N) - you're just wasting both of our time here. We could be making out right now."
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❛ YEAH, BUT THEY WEREN'T YOUR HANDS.❜
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