An Emissary's work is never finished. In fact, it has only just begun. Amber was surprised to be accepted into a London university when she'd never even thought of going there at all. It seemed like it was staged to drag her into a new situation. The good news was, she had a family friend to stay with in London. Steven Grant, a genuinely nice guy -- albeit an insomniac with memory issues who often behaved differently depending on the situation -- who Amber's father was friends with. It appeared that in spite of the shock of the university admission, the first two months went smoothly... Until Steven vanishes for two days. Amber must take up arms as the Emissary once more against a new, much more frightening threat than Sivana or Mr Mind -- a literal cult of a judgement goddess. No pressure or anything? [Second in the Emissary Verse] (crossposted to ao3) [currently undergoing a rewrite] (cover inspired by @Rxjahan)

A boy with no name and a past he hates he remembers gets dragged into a world much weirder than the one he is used to. And, in doing so, tries to be a better person. I don't own Agents of SHIELD or Marvel. This is a piece of Fanfiction. OC x No one OC x OC Warnings for talks of Mental Health, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Internalised Queerphobia, Neglect, and Grief.