One Year Later
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis.
Chapter 1: A Long Time Coming
A television screen had static on it, seemingly attempting to pick up a signal. The screen continued to erupt in static for a few moments before an image came up.
It appeared to be a non-descript room of some kind, with a small chair in front of the camera. A white-haired cat-woman dressed in red adjusted the camera and perched on the chair. Her name is Farrah Willows, the heroine Persiana.
Farrah waved into the camera,
"Hey, everybody. Hey, Tigra."
She sighed, shaking her head,
"It's been a rough couple of months, I'll tell ya."
The white-haired woman said,
"I know what you're all thinking, especially you, sis. You're wondering why I went with Leon and the others. To tell the truth, it's really because of him."
Farrah's smile turned into a frown,
"I owe him. I owe him for rescuing me, owe him for helping me be a hero. Not that you didn't have anything to do with it, sis. It's just…it's just that he's done so much for me, and, after seeing him like this…"
She scratched the chair with her claws, getting angry,
"I'm pissed off Fury did this to him. He turned my man in to some kind of weapon. I know Leon is in there, the Leon I know. The Leon that was kind and sweet, gentle to me. The one that had always wanted to be a hero, not some pawn."
She hissed, attempting to tear apart her chair. Farrah took a breath, trying to compose herself, and continued,
"I know what Leon did and I can forgive him for that. I don't know why I can, and I don't care. He can, and I will help him get through it."
She looked back up at the camera, wiping a tear away,
"I know some of the League isn't happy about Fury and what he's done. I'm not either, but I left not because I believe in Fury's cause, but in Leon's. I believe he wants to do the right thing, but that one-eyed bastard poisoned his mind. I have to remind Leon of who he is and, when I do that, I'll come back with him."
She shook her head,
"Sis. Greer, don't hate me for this. I know Diana does, Donna leaving the League, leaving her title as princess, leaving it all behind. I don't know why she's doing that, but it might have something to do with Roy. They've been hooking up again and I think she wants to be close to him again."
Persiana chuckled,
"They're so good together."
She began laughing, remembering some fond memories. After a few minutes, she stopped laughing and continued on,
"Greer, when you find this, we'll probably have moved again. Don't ask what we're doing, because we're not going to say. All I can say is this; I won't be coming back until I can convince Leon that he doesn't have to follow Fury's lead anymore. When that happens, no matter how long it takes, I can change him. Call it love, call it insanity; it is what I think to be the best for all of us. Leon's not some cold-blooded psychopath that likes to kill people."
She got increasingly angry,
"I don't care what GL says or anybody else; Leon is a good man for me. If they don't like it, tell them to kiss my ass."
Farrah leaned back in the chair and shook her head, chuckling,
"I forgot; my emotions, like my senses, are more sensitive. I guess that wasn't totally unexpected."
She looked back up, saying,
"Greer, I hope you and Ted have a wonderful life together. I only wish Leon and I can have the same."
The screen then went back to static…
Meanwhile…
Skrull Jacket, the shape shifter impersonating Yellow Jacket, was thrown through several tables in his secret underground lab. The green-skinned shape-shifter looked up, only to get kicked in the face again hard. He landed on a hard table surface and glared at seemingly the darkness,
"You humans are such hypocrites. You claim my species is monstrous, when you are no better."
A hard jab to his stomach caused Skrull Jacket to keel over. He groaned, then felt a sharp pain in his neck as he screamed in an alien language. The imposter Yellow Jacket then got thrown across another table full of beakers and sickly liquids. The crash caused all the beakers to shatter, their glass shards carpeting the tile floor. Yellow Jacket looked up, glaring,
"What we did, invading your planet…it was for Skrull Justice!"
Leon Maxwell, the red-eyed powerhouse Crisis, stared with his angry red eyes. He said,
"Skrull Justice…meet Avenger Justice."
He raised his hand and fired a white energy blast at Skrull Jacket. The imposter gave one last scream in his alien language as his atoms disappeared.
Then, there was silence.
Crisis brushed off any broken glass and began walking out of the lab, a cold, steady rhythm in his footsteps. For a moment, it would look like he was actually going to smile. But, the precognitive hero had to remind himself something; that, no matter how personal this was to him, it should still be approached professionally. Picking up the laptop and several other data records from Skrull Jacket's lab, he left.
Once he was outside, he took out a cell phone and made a call,
"It's me. It's done."
Next Chapter:
Insanity Ensues aboard the Watchtower as several unwelcome, and very familiar guests, come crashing in. Stay tuned, fellow readers!