She thought she had everything in control. Which, in retrospect, is certainly laughable. If she was to learn anything about the last year, it was that she had no control over anything. He took that, but he was a master of taking.
She still sits in her bedroom for time to time, when she find herself alone, and will laugh at everything that was so unbelievable, even to her fanciful mind. She wondered what he would think, what he would say if he saw her now. Would he approve of her actions, or admonish her? She favored the first.
an: okay, so really this story won't have anything to do with the avengers, but it takes place right after the events in the avengers have happened, so i figured i should make it a crossover. anyway, i'm going to try and get the first chapter up tonight, no promises though cause i haven't finished it. oh and i apologize for my crappy prologue, i've never written one before and the words just wouldn't come.