A/N: Trying to make more 'poetic' fanfics. I think I've found my calling.
Summary: When you're alone, you don't see anyone else unless they make you.
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Asami's green eyes searched the harbor. A day had only gone by and she was already being treated like a superhero. Her fake smile was beamed throughout the crowd that was praising her like she was a Spirit.
She hated this. This stupid treatment given to her when truthfully, she had done nothing special. She was just the fourth wheel in Team Korra.
Bolin had his muscles and his quick punches that knocked people –literally- off their feet.
Korra could blast anyone off anything with her water, air, fire, and earth bending.
And Mako could singe people to a crisp or shock them into a paralyzed state with his bending.
What did she do?
Wear a glove that stunned people.
How lame.
But that didn't stop her from getting her the sweet taste of victory when she's flipping over an Equalist.
Asami remembered how cameras and journalists would follow Team Korra around, asking questions and doing documentaries. Bolin loved the attention, but Mako hated it.
She smirks.
Let the rest of the team have their spotlight.
Who's to say that being invisible didn't have its perks?
Her privacy was the most important to her, after all..