Being back here is weird. My old New York home is back to its old glory. A new owner as well lived within its sad walls. I'm sure the gloomy blue wallpaper is covered by something more uplifting. When I knock on the new door I grow nervous. My old door laid on the front lawn, this stood tall before me. A nice lady stands behind it, the door doesn't creek.
"Afternoon, can I help you?" Her presence is polite, she wears maroon and black pants. She looks as if she's about to go to a meeting.
I attempt a casual smile, "I lived here before, a couple of years ago..."
"Ah before the whole alien thing?" She smiles and I freeze. She noticed my tenseness and regrets, "My apologies I was being insensitive. I just was told a superhero lived here previously so..."
"No it's alright, I didn't realize I was famous." I smile to ease the women who is genuinely sorry. "I was just curious to relive my past I guess."
"Most supers do that I hear." The lady chuckles sweetly and opens her door wider. I slowly scan the area, it's not so different than before. Still darkly lit when the blinds are closed. Blue walls, wood furniture everywhere.
"This is practically the same..." I mutter as I spin to face the lady again.
"The tragic events of the attack made me really think. I wondered if the person that lived here before me would wander back home to get a glimpse of the past. I kept this place moderately the same just in case someone seeked nostalgia." The lady delicately traces the wooden entry way of the kitchen as she explains her sweet reasoning, "It's a understandable action of a person who goes through tragic events. Facing it is like a hero's epiphany."
"That's very kind." I reply as I check my old hiding spots. I smoothly don't find the guns and the women grins.
"You're the Cold Shoulder correct? Yeah I'm not a fan of violence which is why your little hiding spots were removed. I promise everything else is similar though." The lady laughs in defense, "I don't know your real name though."
"Isabelle." I reply blushing as she has caught me.
"I'm Amara Wolf." The women tilts her head. I nod slightly feeling queasy. My mind flickers red and the walls aren't blue anymore. Maroon is everywhere and the women's kind face stings in my brain.
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Hold On Soldier ✔️ | marvel
Fanfiction[Completed] Isabelle's journey through the assemble of the amazing avengers and more! Sleeping soundly only to be woken up by the one and only Captain America. Recruited and then pulled into the war she only wanted to avoid. Will she be a nuisance o...
