UNEXPECTED EXPECTATIONS
I AWAKE bright and early the next morning, sitting where I do every night I sleep. In front of the door, with a pistol in my hand.
Things come back to me as I wake up. Today is the day of the war. The team still doesn't know about it, besides Sebastian.
I jump out of the bed, dressing quickly. I don't know the time of the attack, just that it is today. But, I want to be prepared.
I lodge a knife in the holster on my thigh, putting as many weapons I can on me that can go undetected.
A soft knock brings my attention to it. I grab the pistol on the nightstand and hold it up to the possible intruder.
Thor and Clint bounce into the room, both with cheshire-sized grins on their faces.
"What did you two do?" I question their sanity, as they bounce around like little girls. I set the firearm back on the table.
"We wanted Stark and Steve to have a new look, so we gave them one while they were sleeping." They exclaim, finishing each other's sentences.
"What exactly did you guys do?!"
They both stay silent for a couple seconds, I just sigh and leave the room. Both of them trail behind me like lost puppies.
I walk into the kitchen, laughing extremely loud at the two men with pink colored facial and head hair.
"You guys look absolutely absurd!" I exclaim, pointing a finger at them. Stark flicks me off, as Rogers glares at me.
Only a certain few are up, the ones that are, are slowly waking up.
"Shut up, who did this?!" Stark shouts. Romanoff shushes him, coming to stand beside me and Barnes.
Right on cue, Barton and Thor start to giggle childishly. I roll my eyes at their obviousness. They couldn't be more obvious, could they?
"I'm going to kill you! Is there a way to get this stuff out?"
"Just washes out." Barton instructs, relaxing from his tense stance. The Captain and Stark sigh in relief, on their way to rinse the coloring out.
Hours pass by of us just laying around.
It strikes two o'clock in the afternoon, when a loud boom from outside makes the room become alert.
Finally.
The team rushes outside, while I go change into my battle suit, strapping an alarming amount of weapons on me.
I run as fast as I can outside, not wanting to miss anything interesting.
Everyone is standing in a long line, the rest of the people who were supposed to be here a week from now, summoned here to be a part of the war.
Guess the team now knows of the war that is happening today.
The Hellhounds stand on the opposite side, around fifty feet away from this team.
I stand behind Barnes, me and Drystan making eye contact. He nods subtly to me, I return the gesture. Turn against this team in the middle of the fight.
"Where is this supposed leader everyone keeps talking about? Why isn't he here?" Stark yells to Drystan.
"No need for the yelling, we can hear you just fine. And about our leader, he's right here." Drystan moves over to let the Hellhounds' leader come into view.
Fallon played by Paul Wesley
"Hello, Avengers! I am Fallon, the one you have been hearing about. We are here for the war. I want to be in control of the world, the universe. Take this warning and take it seriously. Leave."
Barton begins to laugh. "You're not serious are you? That's funny. We'll beat you, like we've beat every other villain that has wanted to take over the planet. We'll win."
"We'll see." Is Fallon's only reply. I finally know his name. That guy has a secrecy like no other.
The Hellhounds charge forward first, letting out battle cries. We run forward after that, letting out shouts of our own.
The teams meet in the middle, weapons clashing together. In the middle of a strike against a witch, I turn around a plunge my knife in one of the wizards Doctor Strange brought.
Commotion goes over the comms in our ears. "Vera! Wrong team!" Barnes shouts at me. I smile evilly.
"Whatever do you mean?" I lowly remark. I fight off the other remainders of the Avengers team around me.
"Vera's gone rogue. Stay away from her until further notice, we'll figure it out later!" T'Challa yells in our ears.
"It's not Vera, it's ShadowHunter!" Sebastian reveals. I run at the Winter Soldier, him unexpectedly taking the hit.
He regains his stance, looking pleadingly in my eyes. "This isn't you Vera. You're better than this!"
"She's not currently on the line right now, but can I take a message?" I sarcastically say to the father of the girl I am in control of.
He growls, contemplation heavy in his face.
"I don't want to do this. Please don't make me do this," desperation is clear in his voice, it even cracks a little bit.
"Good thing for us both, you don't have to choose." I simple the situation up, rushing at him in an attack.
I slam my fist on the side of his cheek. He takes the hit, but retaliates by hitting his own fist against my shoulder.
I stagger away from him to rein in the pain and fight back.
"Don't make me do this!" He shouts in my face. Vera is screaming in my head, begging me not to fight him.
Vera's POV:
I watch from a cage as I fight my father. I shriek and holler for me to be released, to help my team.
My father comes back at me, throwing a leg in the center of my chest. I grab his foot though, twisting it at an angle.
He grunts in pain and yanks his foot back, dragging me to him.
I'm not really fighting him. I never would. It's ShadowHunter, the one who is in control of my body, who is the one making me do this.
We battle what seems like forever, when finally he has me pinned underneath him. He can see me behind the eyes of ShadowHunter, just barely though.
The next second I'm seeing black. He slammed my head against the ground, knocking me out. That was his only chance of a possibility of getting me back. He had to do it.
I come to, finally being back in control of my body.
"Papa?" I whimper, scrambling to be in his grasp. He squeezes me tight, not wanting to let go. But, there is a war at hand.
"It's me, Babydoll. Guys, I got Vera back." He informs the team in our comms.
"Great, because we need the back up." Stevie gasps out.
I look around to see what I can help with. I give my father one last fleeting glance before heading off to kill some witches.
They still think I'm on their team, so I will get in the middle of the big group and rain Hades on them.
I work my way to the center, not hurting a hair on my team's head.
I pull a gun ShadowHunter stored in my jacket, pulling the trigger and spinning to shoot down all the witches around. I kill them all in one go.
I reload the ammo before stalking towards Drystan.
He knows I'm not in his control anymore, he can see it in my eyes. He frowns deeply, before we initiate in a fight.
He speedily pounds his elbow in to my stomach. I hunch over, taking the elbow and twisting it to dislocate the shoulder.
He hisses, going to grab at my hair but finding it's not in his reach.
"See dad, I told you that it would be a good idea to get a hair cut." I reason to my father over the comms.
From his spot a few yards away replies, "I never questioned it Doll."
"Lies!" I am rudely interrupted from the bickering, by a fist to my throat. "Do you guys have a things for throats?" I think about what species they are. "Forget I asked that."
His fangs enlarged, making my eyes widen. Those could kill me if I'm not too careful.
I jam my foot on his. He yelps at the unexpected sensation of pain. I smile in victory before I duck under his swing.
"It's rude to hit ladies." I inform Drystan quite professionally.
"Who's hitting you? Do I need to hit them back?!" Sebastian's voice rings through my ears, protectively.
"Aww, you care. Please just focus on your fight, I don't need anyone dying on me today."
"Do you guys always have to flirt?" Tony exasperated.
"This is a frequent occurrence while fighting? Please, continue you two, it's cute." Carol Danvers honestly says.
"No flirting! Focus on the war that is taking place right now, please!"
"Sorry, Papa."
I return my attention back to Drystan, him impatiently waiting for me to finish the conversation.
"Why'd you wait?"
"I like a fair fight!"
"Doesn't seem fair, you're going against me. You are you!" I jest to him.
He growls, baring his teeth. I shut up and kick him in the face. He doesn't dodge the attack, letting my foot crush his face.
I regain posture, as he stands straighter. I sigh heavily. This dude needs to find a chill pill or some type of drug to get high off of.
I pull out a knife I have in my waist band, flipping it around in my hands to get acquainted with the weapon. Drystan's gaze falls on the sharp tool in my hand. He rolls his shoulders.
We collide against each other, me slamming my knife at his chest while he blocks.
I try to strike him three times, going zigzag down his front. I succeeded when my knife slid in him like butter.
He groans at the object that is inside him, and rips the knife out. He heals almost automatically. He goes to stick the knife in me, but someone blocks his hand.
"Eddie! Nice to see you." I casually greet him.
"Back to ya, sweet cheeks!" He flings the knife Drystan had in his hand away from us. He uses his super speed that's faster than any of ours, to run around Drystan, leaving red lightning in his path. Drystan gets shaken up, not knowing where to look. Did I mention Eddie was a speedster? His alias is Velocity, if anyone wanted to know.
"I got this, you go kill somewhere else." Eddie instructs me, fighting off Drystan.
"Okay, don't die!"
"Likewise!"
Author's Note: She's back! Tbh I forgot ab Eddie so I added him here. One more chapter, and it's over!
11.27.2020
1797 words