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long life

╒ "The thing about light
is that it casts a shadow."╛

Light is everywhere. And anywhere light can be so can Emily. It's a part of who she is.

But in the grand scheme of everything, what's the point? It's said that Inhuman powers aren't random and are given to fill a need at the time.

So what's her "destiny" supposed to be? What's her grand purpose? To constantly push herself to the limits until she finally goes too far? That's where it looks like her life is going. It's fine. It is what it is. Goodness knows she's no stranger to death. They're old friends.

"Emily, are you listening to me?" Bruce asks, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Have I said hi? Or even hey? We don't see each other for two years and the first real conversation we have is you stitching me up and telling me how close to dying I am. You don't find that even a little messed up?"

Bruce sighs, rolling his chair back and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Why in the world would you go to space alone? How could you have possibly thought that was a good idea?"

"I was trying to find you."

"T-the Valkyrie from Asgard said you had been to Sakaar several times as a bounty hunter. Is that true?"

"The who? You mean Brunnhilde? Wait- you were on Sakaar? Are you kidding me? I was so-"

"As a bounty hunter?" Bruce repeats. "For that man? You killed people? Em, how could you?"

Emily's eyes narrow, "One, I didn't kill anyone. Two, even if I had you would not have any moral high ground over me. You of all people cannot judge because last time I checked you spent the last two years killing innocent people who were wrongfully imprisoned. Three, we can do this when this whole thing is over. We have a war to fight."

"No. No"we". You can't fight. You can barely even walk."

Emily purses her lips together, "We don't have that kind of luxury. The suit Tones made should-"

"God, you really are just like him," Bruce mutters under his breath. Emily starts to object but Bruce keeps talking."It is only a suit and you are in it. One strong hit and you're a goner. You need to stop or else you'll die."

"And if we don't stop Thanos, everyone else will. People I care about. That's more important. Everyone else comes first."

Bruce shakes his head, "Not to me. I'm benching you."

Emily's mouth gape open in shock, "Are you actually trying to tell me what to do right now? Because last time I checked-"

"Sorry to interrupt but we were feeling a little awkward," Sam interrupts, the rest of the worn-down Avengers behind him.

Emily chuckles softly, her demeanor instantly shifting. It feels like it's been years since she's last seen them. She takes in the group who looks almost completely different from the last time they saw each other. There's so much to say. So much to talk about. There's a whole essay worth of things she wants to tell them. But she blurts out the first thing on her mind. "You guys look like crap."

Sam smirks, looking her up and down. " You're one to talk. What the heck happened to you?"

Emily doesn't even acknowledge his question. She lets out a soft breath. "I missed you guys."

Natasha frowns slightly, studying the girl who quite literally looks like she's been in hell."We're not the ones who dropped off the face of the planet."