When Agent Arielle Anson gets a new gig with Nick Fury and the Avengers, she's in for something much bigger than she could've ever dreamed of-quite literally. Her brains have gotten her this far, along with her kick ass punches. Arielle is the under...
I burst into my small bedroom on the hellicarrier, placing a hand over my chest as I catch my breath from running. I close the door behind me, locking it shut. I take a deep breath, and exhale. Deep breath, exhale. I walk into the tiny bathroom, opening every drawer filled with female products that they put in every bathroom for anyone on board this ship.
I find the pregnancy tests.
I stare at them in the drawer for a moment. My eyes study the words as I try to process this. My heart races. I grab 3 tests from the drawer and place them on the bathroom counter. I groan, placing my hand on my forehead as I pace back and forth. I look at myself in the mirror and turn away over and over.
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Is this really happening? Could this be what I...think it is? No way. No fucking way. I stop in my tracks—facing myself in the mirror again. I grab the first test, and begin to quickly unpack it from its packaging. I look over, making sure the bathroom door is locked again. It is. I continue.
I sit on the toilet, doing my business aka—peeing on the sticks. I pee on all three before placing them on the counter in a straight row. I take a deep breath, turning away from them as I face the small shower. The cool-toned light above me shines brightly, flickering ever so slightly as the ship maneuvers through some rough wind. Thunder rumbles—we're heading toward a storm. I swallow thickly, sighing as I wait...and wait...and wait. I wait longer than I even need to, unable to bring myself to turn around.
I'm so scared.
I think about what this could mean. What this could change. If these tests are positive, what is my next move? I have no idea. They won't be positive. There's no way. You haven't had sex for...3 months.
I take a shaky, deep breath—forcing my thoughts to be cut off. I cross my arms tightly, turning around to face the tests on the counter. Before I look down at them, I glance at myself in the mirror. I exhale deeply, calmly—trying to prepare and collect myself. It's going to be fine. I pinch my thumbs, and then look down.
+Pregnant
+Pregnant
+Pregnant
My heart stops. My face goes white.
Pregnant?
Everything around me goes silent, all I can hear is the thud of my own heartbeat in my ears as my blood vessels pulsate loudly.
Pregnant.
I look at myself in the mirror, in complete disbelief.
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