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Peter, Happy and Margaret had landed in Berlin's main airport extremely early that morning and had travelled through many destinations allowing the teenagers to see many sights. Though the kids were both there to do the same job the chaperone kept them separate as ordered to do by his boss. The three were staying in a fancy hotel but Happy had made up a lie and had told Peter that his female counterpart was only going to Berlin as a part of a real internship though she wasn't and had told the redhead that Peter was Tony's assistant.
"are you not his assistant though?" she had asked him, the comment making his blood boil with rage. He had answered with a big story about how he was actually his advisor and basically did all his work for him.
As a result, she had been told to stay on the other side of the hotel where she had been given an entire suite to herself, fitted with so much space she didn't know what to do with herself.
When she had entered the room her mouth had slowly formed and 'O' shape at how futuristic the place looked. Happy had left her to explore her new apartment, rather than a hotel room, while he worked. The girl took a seat on a large fluffy bed filled with more than a dozen pillows all neatly placed one on top of the other that really served no purpose other than to look nice.
She lay back and spread her arms and legs and just looked at the ceiling. This really was her life now and she was just going to have to deal with it. She, Margaret Daly was going to fight tomorrow using some powers neither her nor her peers knew the limits to. The girl's brain started to nag her with paranoia while also trying to subdue the worry some thoughts. Margaret knew she had to fight but how was she supposed to? she hadn't amassed and fighting skills or control over these abilities and didn't see how she could.
"I can't do this!" she confessed out loud to herself. Tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. Is this going to be me from now on? Crying, screaming, eating, sleeping and arguing? She thought.
"arghhh!" she sobbed, the cheeks and pillows around her stained from her tears. Why, when in these situations no solutions ever came? Was she destined to have to deal with these problems by herself for the rest of her life? Her body subconsciously curled itself into a tight fetal position and her brains forced itself into a rough depression sleep.
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Margaret woke a mere forty minutes after her short slumber to a knocking on the hotel door which drove a rather sharp pain across her already aching head. She looked really rough and probably should have been given more sleep. She wanted to ignore it so she could achieve a bit more rest but it kept on knocking and knocking. Balling her fists and clenching her teeth she jumped off the bed and walked to the door.
Opening the door her eyes opened wide and her nostrils flared at the sight. A young girl no older than her stood about shoulder height styling long luscious red locks partially tied back.
"yo-you why ar-" she stuttered at a loss for words. The girl walked in and made herself at home quickly on the messed up bed without saying a single word to the newly pixie-haired girl. The foreign but familiar face in the room sent Margaret into a panicked frenzy. "You wanted to see me," the young girl said in Irish, staring into the abyss in front of her.
"Actually, yeah" Margaret replied back in her vernacular. She walked over to where the other girl sat nearly tripping over the numerous pillows scattered across the ground which lay there due to her nap earlier. Her eyes watered again for about the hundredth time "you did this to me!" she accused poking her finger in the girls face. " I don't have my family or my old friends or my home thanks to you!"
The banshee didn't care much for the accusations and was waiting until the girl finished before getting to the facts.
"I know you may not have asked for this but it's destiny" she answered back.
"DESTINY? IT'S BULLSHIT!" she retorted releasing all her anger in one big blow. " all of this, it's- it's just bullshit" her words calmed slightly.
" I know that you may be feeling regret for the past and resentment for the future but you must understand that it is now your job to carry on the legacy" she turned to face Margaret. " you are not to go back to your family it will not work anyway so there's no point in trying, ok? You ended up in this year, in that place for a reason. Do you understand?"
Margaret nodded her head timidly, realising she had snapped a bit harshly at the girl but it had been a say it or do nothing at all kind of moment. " you are to go with everything because as a banshee everything happens for a reason and even if you do make a mistake that mistake was set in stone years before you were born so that the very basis of reality could carry on normally. Great universal damage is on it's way and you're the only one who may be able to hold the universe together" she finished and this time did not vanish before Margaret had time to ask a question or two.
But 'oh' was all she could muster in response. Talk about pressure. " but- but how? How am I supposed to save the entire universe?!"
" With what I and the many of us before gave you" she said mysteriously
"what? Tell me!" she yearned.
"commom fucking sense" the banshee commented, staring her dead in her bright blue eyes. "but seriously, your powers they're a gift nothing more but a mere extension of your own strengths and weaknesses, so be careful"
"but what are they?" by that time she had taken a seat beside the other girl and was hanging onto every word she spoke.
" That is for you to find out and for me to-" she bust out laughing at Margarets face of disappointment. " I'm joking, I'm joking, I'll cut to the chase, " the banshee was so lighthearted and teasing that Margaret would have joined in on the laughter if she hadn't been pressured by her brain to gather more information. " you know the basics, I'd say you figured that out, defensive and predictive screaming as well as silent prediction, but other than that, the uniqueness branch out and delve into one's personalities and strengths"
" oh, well how do I-" but yet again the banshee had vanished before she had been completely satisfied with responses. Well now all she had to do was figure out what her uniquenesses we're before tomorrow. And maybe how to control who she hurt with her wails. And maybe hope she didn't accidentally travel one hundred years into the future.
Never see her family again. A tough call to come to terms with. Never was the girl ever going to be stable without them. And now the whole fate of the universe partly depended on her willpower and wellbeing.
Sucks to be the universe.
~authors note~
Feel like this is a lousy chapter but we love creepy girls coming into your expensive hotel room after a mental breakdown and attempting to give you life advice but not helping at all.
Another question-----> if you could have one superpower what would it be? (sorry for any mistakes in this chapter it's late and I'm tired and I wrote this in a hour and a half)
Anyway comment vote and give feedback and it honestly makes me update fast so love y'all byeeee!
