I had the idea for this fanfiction during writers block for my previous story "Kindred Spirits", putting together one of my favorite tv shows with one of my favorite movies.
Now about the character.
Helena Elizabeth Coulson, it's Phil Coulson's niece and younger than Emma by 5 minutes. She's is also shorter by two inches being 5'2'' being only taller than Belle by an inch. Both her body and facial will be a mix of Emma and Natasha.
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Chapter 1 – Introducing Helena
The ducked at the punch and process to fight back working well for some time but her minds was distracting her and she ends up in the floor with the red haired on top of her. She gets up frustrated with herself as she gets a bowl of water and washes her face in hopes of focus.
"Elizabeth, go see Emma." I hear my uncle say as he appears in the gym. I'm glad he actually didn't see all this fail attend of fighting.
"Was I that bad?" The frustration in my voice is pretty much clean to the two agents in the room
"Not many people can stay they fought the Black Widow and lasted 6 minutes."
"6." I scream irritated with myself. Most times she's the one on the floor. Now I lost in just 6 freaking minutes.
"Well Barton is waiting for me at the Hub." The red haired says leaving them alone as they got out following her but turning to different directions once outside. "See you around Liza. Coulson." She says nodding to the man.
"Bye Tasha, don't let Clint get you into too much trouble."
It was a simple cold, rainy day of January in Washington DC so kept my long black trench coat around me. I turned to the ball man who looked at me with a smile. His blue eyes shinned with hope for my reconnection with Emma. They pretty much shinned at the sign of any hope towards me.
"Emma doesn't even know I'm in the US. She thinks I'm traveling." I sat sitting in the black and silver Kawasaki Ninja. I shouldn't be thinking that well when I picked up the coat for today. Long trench coats don't miss well with motorcycles.
"Now it's a good time for her to find out. You've been doing really good work." He says with a huge weight the last sentence as I took a deep breath trying to ignore what he said. Good work. He and I have very different positions when it comes to good work. "Go."
"You could go with me too." I told him as he just smiled at me.
"We'll see about it. Now give your uncle some happiness and go meet Emma." He tells and I nod getting my gym bag.
*** A few days after ***
I walked into the restaurant as I saw people giving me strange looks. I just had parked the car outside the place. Emma was not answering my phone and I don't know the town. Inside I saw a woman around my age serving the clients in lack of clothes on her legs, how she stayed warm was a mystery to me. I faced the town people with black skinny jeans and a purple tank cami with a black leather jacket, my typical clothes.
"You're Emma's sister." The woman said facing me. Emma and I where twins after all but still with differences: from our height and body to our facial completion, besides my hair is shorter than Emma. "I'm Ruby." The leggy brunette told me as I forced a smile out of my face.
"Helena." I introduce her with my first name and the one most people use to call me.
"Interesting, aren't twin sister suppose to me alike?"
"Paternal ones have differences. Do you know where Emma is?"
"Probably at the sheriff station." She tells me as I hear a woman calling out her name as she turned and walked to the old lady and I turn around as well in direction to the door.
**** Sheriff Station ****
Emma kept listening to Henry storytelling as she heard someone coming inside the station. Turning she saw someone who she wasn't expecting: her twin sister.
"Helena." She says surprised as she turns to the woman as well as Henry did with a shocking expression. Her sister was almost looking exactly the same and almost all in black. The hunted inside of her showed in her green eye that had no light but the rest is masked by a cold exterior and a perfect, fearless posture.
"Emma. I called you."
"Oh I forgot my cell phone at the apartment. I wasn't expecting you here." She says as I Henry urged for an introduction. "Henry as you can see this is my sister Helena Coulson."
"Why do you have a different surname?" He quickly asked with his child curiosity.
"Adoptive." She says with a neutral voice as she stares at her sister. Emma just raised an eyebrow at her sisters' cold ways. Kids and Helena is a very touchy subject. But by now Emma things everything is
"Henry you should probably get home before your mother sees you." Helena waited until the boy left so she could turn to her sister.
"The town sheriff. Look at you." She says with her dark humor but Emma know already how to read her.
"I thought you were in Asia."
"I was for a while." Her sister says once again not telling her anything. "Do you have a place where we can really speak?" The shorter sister asked getting a nod and a car ride.
*** Mary Margaret Apartment***
"How long are you planning to stay?" Emma asked her sister putting the coffee in front of her. Her sister looked around the place. It was decorated almost innocently like, definitely not by Emma. "The apartment belongs to Mary Margaret, she and I share it."
"Interesting decoration." She says a little bit skeptical.
"I knew you would like it." Her sister teases her. The truth is that Emma can almost compare her sister's style to a more rocker version of Regina's. Honestly it not the only similar things between the two women but she rather not go there. "What did you wanna talk about it?"
"Fury came to visit me." She says it out of the way as Emma stares shocked. Fury is or was Helena director, back when Helena was a SHIELD field agent. The job that made Helena the way she was. Part of Emma can't help but blame the man for it, even if she knows it's wrong. "He had a proposition for me."
"He wants you back?"
"Please, like I would be allowed to be back after everything that happened. Hell no. besides I wouldn't go back even for the money I did as an independent contractor." Emma was somehow aware of her sister definition of independent contractor. She knew people would judge her but she knew half of what her sister had been through and it was enough for her to understand how she did things. Yes, it was dark and dangerous way and Emma could never do it but she knew Helena had no problems with it. "He has this stupid idea. I think he read too many comic books when he was young. He wants to form an independent crime team. He already got some possible members… all very interesting beings."
"Vigilantes you mean."
"Yeah can you imagine me as a vigilante?" She says with a dark laugh and Emma stared at her sister. Her clothes showed 'I'm stylish and hot but I can kick your ass in a blink of an eye' and Emma knew she could do that. Even Phil admits she's one of the best marital artists he has ever met, the dark fighter personality was already there and Emma is pretty sure her sister has a leather suit or sometimes in her closet.
"Actually, I can." Her sister could be many things but she always carried the weight of the world on her shoulders and always wanted to save the world and everyone, even if she didn't admitted. So her being a vigilante isn't truly a surprise for her.
"I said no. It's not for me but I was getting bored so when you told me about Henry I could help but come here." Emma was very aware there was more to it, much more, but she won't push it, you can't push with her. "He seems like a nice kid."
"With too many imagination."
"Care to elaborate?"
*** Time break ***
Mary Margaret walked into her apartment as she hear Emma talking as she turned to her she saw a new comer, obviously Emma's sister. They couldn't fool anyone, they were defiantly twins, not that you would confuse them but still could clearly the many similarities between them made it clear.
"Helena this is Mary Margaret." The woman got up and the teacher noticed the difference between the two: Emma was taller than Helena, not right now, since the woman was wearing boots that the dark haired wouldn't even dare to walk in, the styles were also different: Emma was practical with her red jacket and her jeans, Helena called out attention and confidence with her fashionable style. The most obviously different: contrary to Emma's long blonde hair, Helena has a raven haired bob.
"It's nice meeting you. A surprise since Emma never told me she had sister."
"It's ok for her to forget." Mary Margaret just stared at the woman shocked. Did she just meant that or is she joking? It honest looked like she meant it.
"You'll get used to her humor." Emma tells the teacher while she smiled at the new comer.
"Will you be staying as well?"
"For a couple of weeks. Emma told me about the bed and breakfast."
"You can stay with us." She says nicely but the stylish woman just said no, a couple of minutes after she left them to get to her car. "You're sister is-"
"I know. You will get used, probably. My sister doesn't …connect a lot with people." She says as Mary Margaret crosses her arms. "She's worst than me. Just, don't be surprised by her lack of emotions. Her surname is also different from mine. Coulson. She was adopted." Emma says showing a little smile, happy that her sister didn't missed that in her life. She already lost enough. "She doesn't talk about her family a lot. Actually don't push her into telling her anything about herself."
*** Granny's Bed and Breakfast ***
She stared in front of the bathroom mirror cleaning her hair with a tower, completely naked. She got used to her body to the point she didn't care, especially when she was at home alone.
She looked up to see the cut on her forehead, it was just a white mark now, two inches long that was easily cover by her hair. As she got up the large on, healed, but still very red could be seen as a deep cut on her belly, it was more than 3 inches long and with an inch wide. She had many scares for her years as a field agent but this is her worst: physical but also for carried the most emotional off all mark. She covered herself with another tower and got to the living room getting her black bag into the bed opening. You could count five guns inside.
