"I WAS BORN WITH MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE, FIRE IN MY SOUL, AND A MOUTH I CAN'T CONTROL."
In which only one of the Cunningham sisters will make it out alive.
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Iris wasn't planning on waking up, actually, she wasn't planning on opening her eyes ever again (that whole thing with oxygen running out in the morning) but she did.
And it was really bright out, like, insanely bright.
Iris squinted, throwing one of her hands up to shield her eyes, the other propping herself up in the chair she'd fallen asleep in.
She glanced over to Tony, who'd awaken to the same thing apparently. He was still sitting in the chair to her right thanks to Nebula and was also squinting at the window before them.
Iris popped her neck before sitting up fully, eyes adjusting to the light now, but they still stung with tears when she looked directly at it.
"What the fuck is that?"
Tony groaned and sat up next to her. "Dunno, a ship?"
"What kind of ship is that bright?"
"A person?"
"What kind of a person does that?"
Tony grunted under his breath, in what Iris thought was in agreement. She moved her hand away from her face, now able to fully look outside of the window without tearing up. The light had also dimmed down too, which was a help.
The light dimmed even more. Iris looked closely and found that the source was in fact, a person. A woman to be more specific.
Tony saw her too, mouth agape. He fumbled, reached for the chair arms to help himself stand. Iris did the same, turning her head to shout for Nebula, who came running. "You seeing this?"
The cyborg skidded to a halt in the middle of the room, staring at the floating woman in space. "I am."
Their new company didn't even have a helmet on, her blonde hair floating freely in the zero gravity. Her features were hard to read, almost like have the ghost of emotions behind her eyes. The suit she wore was red and blue, with gold highlights. There was a gold star in the middle of her chest with eight points.
The most eye-catching thing about her, however, was the fact she was glowing. A sort of energy emanated from her, and every limb save for her face was coated in it. It shimmered between different colors, twirling around her fingertips and sparking to life.
Iris tilted her head a bit toward Tony. "Do you have any idea who that is? That symbol?"
He shook his head in disbelief. "None."
The woman outside flew a bit closer, pointed to herself, then to the ship. Iris got the message pretty quickly. "The airlock, she wants in."
