Over for a Witch
Chapter One: The Cycle begins
YourLocalOdin here, hey everyone! Thank you for waiting so long, here is the first chapter of the sequel to Over In a Flash. If you haven't checked it out already its written by me and a link here s/11928350/1/Over-in-a-Flash. Hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated.
Wisp stood alone in the backdrop of New York as the various heroes went about their ways. She'd seen it all, the entire battle, the saving of mankind as they knew it, she'd changed the timeline and as a time remnant she began to feel the effects of the changing timeline on herself. As Nora watched Barry and Wanda walk off giggling and laughing, a tear was seemingly bought to her eye, Barry had done it and she couldn't have been prouder of her father. Nora began to feel herself slowly fading away as her hands first began to dissipate followed by a feeling of lightness spreading up her body. She was not afraid, she was pleased, death wasn't around the corner for her. There'd be a new Nora here to take her place soon enough and everything seemed happy, yet Nora felt a slight twinge of regret as she vanished, stretching one hand forward to her parents she muttered "Goodbye Barry." And with that she was gone.
Barry paused in his walking as he heard something behind him, turning his head, he saw nothing as Nora had gone. He felt a heaviness on his heart as he turned, he could have sworn heard someone calling out to him but there was no one there. "Thank you, Nora." Barry said, he hadn't heard the voice fully, but he'd felt it, it had been her. As Barry turned back around he continued walking with Wanda until they finally reached the shawarma restaurant where the Avengers and the Legends sat gathered around eating shawarma.
"So, we came here after the battle of New York, you know, right after I dropped a nuclear missile into the wormhole."
"Yeah Stark, you keep saying."
"Alright Clint, just cause you ran out of arrows."
"Real funny tin man."
The conversation of the Avengers around the table droned out for Barry as he watched the Legends and Avengers eating this somewhat dodgy food in a scene oddly reminiscent of a last supper which in a way it was for Barry. As he was sat at the table, he felt Wanda slide her dainty warm hands into his cold fists. "Barry are you alright?" She asked him, having turned her face away from the friendly competition that was developing across the table with a look of concern and worry on her face. Her deep green eyes reflecting back Barry's guilt and fears. Barry looked back into them and smiled bitter sweetly. "I have to go back Wanda, we defeated Ultron and Zoom but so many people died because I couldn't bring myself to go home, I selfishly endangered so many lives-" Barry was cut off by Wanda gently squeezing his hands and glaring like a kitten at him.
"Not now Barry we're celebrating. Do not blame yourself for Pietro, I blame myself for Pietro, but I cannot. You know why I cannot blame myself or you for Pietro? Because Pietro wouldn't want me to. Pietro is here." Wanda lifted Barry's hand and placed it on her heart. "So, I know this is not what he wants." Wanda released Barry's right hand and wiped her eye before the tears even got to leave the sockets. "We will meet again Barry, goodbyes are not forever, if you need me I'll be there in a flash." Wanda said with a tearful smile and a light laugh as she repeated Barry's signature phrase.
-TWO YEARS LATER-
Coldness, plain old coldness. This was not the sort of cold that followed you on a chilly day, but rather the cold that bit away at you slowly, the coldness that rose up slowly inside. Joe knew this cold too well, he'd seen it time and time again, in himself and…well in others. That was how he was at first able to identify the body in front of him, from the coldness left in his eyes. All signs of life had long since left the man and his face had become a horrible pale colour, but yet his eyes remained. Shallow husks of the bright vibrant colours they once were, instead they starred at Joe, etching a coldness into his very essence; for anyone else this would be enough to make them flinch or turn away, but not Joe. He wasn't like everyone else, that was why he was so good at his job, he was disconnected, distanced, barely human…. Then again humanity came with all its own problems. He was after all better off like this than the man lying cold on the ground in front of him, at least Joe could still feel the warmth of life.
"Oh god." Cried a familiar male voice from besides Joe, this outcry prompt Joe to turn his head up from the body towards the foreign voice. Standing next to him was the ever-vibrant Cisco Ramon, who in every sense of the word couldn't look more out of place on the crime scene with his hoodie and weird thermometer stick device in his hand.
"I take it you recognise him then?" Joe asked Cisco glumly as Cisco had turned almost as pale as the body in front of them after all.
"Yeah…" mumbled Cisco as he starred at the cold dead eyes below, his very essence seemingly sucked out like that of the corpse.
"Cisco…" Joe walked over to him and held onto his shoulder. "what can you tell me about the body?" Cisco seemed to somehow further pale as he approached the body, kneeling down and waving his device over it.
"I'm getting a lot of dark matter readings here Joe." Cisco turned to face him "How long has he been here?"
Joe paused before rumbling around in his pocket and pulling out a small little notebook, after a few seconds of flicking through he began reading out the case. "The paperboy found him behind that bin there this morning at approximately seven forty-five this morning. He then dialled nine-one-one at seven forty-seven. Dispatch officers were the first at the scene, they then set up a perimeter, closed off the road, and interviewed the paperboy."
"Hmm." Cisco mumbled, thinking over the given information in his head.
"What doesn't add up is if you look at the body, can you see the faint line of frost forming on the eyebrows, this shows us that it's been here overnight as the frost has set in. Secondly look closely at the pupils, the eyes are dilated quite heavily, this indicates the person's been dead for some time due to the fact we can see that rigor mortis has begun to set in meaning this person could have died anywhere within the last four days." Cisco explained.
"So, what's the problem then?" Cisco asked Joe "well other than the whole dark matter issue."
"Where are the witnesses? If the body has been here all night, someone would have seen. I've asked about, but no one saw a thing." Joe outlined.
"So, the question is how did the body get here?" Cisco asked.
"Exactly and who in their right minds killed Scott Lang." Joe sighed and looked down at the chilled body of Ant-Man before him, he'd never known Scott well, but he'd known him well enough to feel the sadness that accompanied this death. He'd known Scott had been close to Barry during his time on the other earth and he'd known Scott was now leaving a daughter behind as he went on into the next life. It was a tragedy really, leaving a girl fatherless, Joe would find out what had happened here regardless of what world Scott was from. It was his job after all and he owed it to the man that now lay cold on the ground to find his killer.
"Someone'll have to tell Barry." Cisco said weakly, drawing Joe out of his thoughts.
"I'll go after I finish up here, see if the Warden can give me some extra time?" Joe said as Cisco nodded before opening up a breech in front of him.
"I'll see you later Joe…" He said before disappearing into the void.
"Yeah… I'll catch you around." Joe replied half-heartedly as he continued looking at the body, someone really was going to have a lot to answer to.
