In which Supergirl
And the avengers are
Soulmates.
Crossover, Supergirl/ Marvel
(Alternative universe)
(Avengers x Oc)
(Polyamory)
(Crossover)
(Crédit to angcliv for the new cover!)
( I don't own anything, all rights to MCU and DC.)
( may be matu...
PAINTING. In the late morning "In which the pain was suffocating her."
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Waking up in a daze with dried tears under my eyes was starkly different from yesterday morning. Additionally she didn't even wake up in her own room, but in Lena's sophisticated cold guest bedroom. The only colorful thing in the room that stood out as a sore thumb were my clothes that laid in pile on the floor. There was piece of paper on the under bedside table beside a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast with strawberry jam on, my favorite breakfast. It is exactly like how my mother made it. Lena remember that even after all this time.
I was thankful for her, however it started to feel like I was a burden to her. I didn't do anything for her, I wasn't supergirl anymore, I didn't want to be supergirl anymore, but sometimes it felt like I was only useful when I was super girl. Nevertheless was supergirl really useful,
or is it just want I wishful want to believe.
Her letter said that she hoped that i would be fine, and that she needed to abruptly leave to china.
I walked over to the mirror and watched myself my hair was crumpled my PJs wasn't my own, the deep blue under my eyes wasn't beautiful. Oh, I wasn't beautiful, I was just sad and lonely. I didn't want to be lonely but I couldn't love, because love hurts and I didn't want to get hurt again.
Please don't hurt me again.
I wanted to hate Tony for what he did, but I couldn't. His attractive smirk, his hair so ruffled to perfection, he is a genius and I couldn't resist that but I needed to because I wouldn't be able to survive getting my heart broken by him.
I couldn't survive being heartbroken by any of them.
The people said that a soul mate could never break one's heart.
Science said that breaking one's heart is impossible.
Poets says that only soul mates could break one's heart.
I say that they are all wrong.
As I walked out of the guest room in my white silk pajamas I remember yesterday. It hade been like a movie segment in one of those early 2000s movies aimed at teenager girls. We painted each other's nails, braided our hair in complex hairstyles, face masks in all the rainbows colors, ate lots of ice cream and emptied our hearts.
Nevertheless is it time to face reality. I showered, letting the scolding hot water try to clean away yesterdays happenings, wiped away all my old make up, and finally redressed in the clothes i wore yesterday.
