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15.| NORMAL.

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃. Hestia didn't know what she was going to do to ensure that it wouldn't happen again, but she imagined that it wouldn't be so easy. That every time she would tap into her powers it would cause even more pain than it had before. She knew that. The powers that she had were very dangerous and very difficult to learn to control. The team of heroes made that very clear when they were training her.

But now, the young girl was sitting on the couch within the apartment that they had given her. Atkin lived across the hall from Hestia, and she couldn't help but feel relieved. She didn't really want to continue sharing a living space with Atkin, seeing as he would watch her like a hawk. Sure, he was just trying to be protective over her, especially with what she had gone through, but she didn't like it. She didn't like having someone helicopter parent her twenty-four seven.

She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, her journal sitting in her lap. The pastel green gel pen tapped against the spirals of the notebook, her lips pressed together as she tried to figure out what she was going to write. It had been quite a while since she wrote in her journal she named, 'El'. Hestia felt as if she possibly hurt her journal's feelings, even though it was an inanimate object that didn't really have feelings.

A soft hum fell from her lips as she tilted her head to the side, before lifting her chin. Her eyes wandered over the walls of her apartment before she set her notebook down onto the dark-wood coffee table. As she stood up from the couch, she ran her hands over her thighs as she made her way to the door. For a second, she was hesitant to leave her apartment and go off wandering through the facility, but that was exactly what she was going to do.

The young girl stepped out into the corridor, which was lit by the large windows at the end of the hall. Her dark hair fell down her back in a low ponytail, her chin glancing down both ends of the hallway. Pressing her lips together for a few seconds, Hesita decided to start walking down the left side of the hall. She could hear the various sounds that made up the atmosphere of the facility, and a small smile appeared on her lips.

Hestia wandered around the various halls of the facility until she found herself in front of another set of large windows. Outside on the large yard outside, she watched as soldiers were in the middle of their training; Steve and Charlotte Rogers at the front of the group.

She admired the blonde haired Avenger, seeing her as one of the very first enhanced people of her kind. There were things that Hestia had in common with her, and she never thought she'd ever have something in common with a woman like her. Charlotte Rogers was a hero to the world, alongside her brother, and the world admired her. Hestia admired her.

Folding her arms across her chest, a figure stood a few feet behind her. The boy had his hands in his pockets as he stared at the girl in front of the window, as a red-haired girl appeared beside him. Both teenagers stared at Hestia as she stood there before they both approached her.

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