Natasha
Natasha sat in her room at the orphanage alone on the floor, crying. This wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want to lose this part of her. How did she get here? This orphanage had been her home for so long. It seemed normal, but as she grew older, her training started. This orphanage was a front to in the Black Widow program. She was one of their top students. It did, however, come at a price. The Ceremony was a secret that was only revealed to the graduates. Natasha whipped her eyes. If anyone saw her crying they…they…well she didn't know what they would do. A white ballet shoe stepped into view. Looking up, Natasha was greeted by a tall woman dress in a tea length cream colored tulle dress with her hair up in a ballet bun. Natasha pulled her feet up to her chest as the woman delicately sat on the floor in front of her.
"Who are you" Natasha hated the sound of her voice. It was the sound of weakness.
"I'm here to talk to you." The woman had the same voice as the one Natasha heard earlier.
"You've talked to me before haven't you." The woman nodded.
"You think that you are being made into a villain. One that will have a ledger too red to ever make up for" Natasha looked into her eyes; they were glowing white.
"I am a villain they have made me into a mindless killer. Because of them, I can only take life from this world." The woman reached out and gently grabbed her hands.
"You were forced into this, but that does not mean you can't change. You, however, must be the one to do it. Look at the team they trust you. You do not need to spend the rest of your life trying to make up for your past mistakes. You asked for forgiveness. Now you just have to do your best to make the right choice." The woman slowly pulled Natasha to her feet. "What are you going to be a villain or a hero. What will you do with the life you have been given?"
Tony
Tony knelt in front of the bodies of the Avengers fighting back his tears. Steve's broken shield laying in front of him.
"I could have saved them." He repeated over and over.
"You can't know that." Tony looked up to find a woman dress in a long white dress. Her hair was in a loose bun with a pin in the shape of a moon. She delicately stepped around all the Avengers bodies not disturbing any of them. Her feet were barefoot, and her eyes glowing white.
"What are you talking about." He said as she knelt in front of him.
"You are not responsible for everything that happens in the world." He looked down at his feet.
"I have to protect them. All of them." The woman lifted his head, so he was looking at her.
"You can not do this all by yourself. Disaster is inevitable but will you trust your team to protect the world or let them die trying to do it by yourself.
Hulk
The Hulk was trapped in a cage with the man he hated sitting on the other side of the glass. Bruce was sitting in a chair, staring at the Hulk. He couldn't look away; he could only stare at him. If he looked away, the Hulk would be released.
"You are afraid of the damage you cause, and yet you are afraid of getting trapped in here for the rest of your life." The Hulk looked up a woman was standing behind Bruce. She had on an emerald green dress that was tight around the top and long sleeves but fell loosely to the floor at the waist. Bruce didn't seem to see her. She walked over to the glass, tapping it. The glass shook, and she walked through to stand in front of him. He towered over her, but he felt strangely small. He recognized her. She had been here before to talk to him. Bruce could never know, or he might try and stop it, so he kept it a secret.
"The more control you give him, the less freedom you fear you will have." The Hulk looked down.
"Kill destroy." He replied the woman looked into his eyes.
"You also save." He shook his head. "Bruce and I are a lot alike we both have monsters within." The Hulk narrowed his eyes at her, but she held up her finger to stop him from protesting.
"But you and my monster are very different," she leaned close, so he was staring straight into her white eyes. "You can make the right decision when that time comes…together."
Steve
Steve stood alone in the dance hall in silence. The people that had filled the room now gone.
"What are you waiting for." Steve turned around, finding a woman standing on the stage. She had on a white dress like the ladies that filled the room earlier.
"Who are you." He asked, taking a step toward her.
"They're gone." The woman said, ignoring his question. She walked down the steps toward him.
"This wasn't how it was suppose to be. I was suppose to go home." Steve bit the words out thinking about what could have been. He closed his eyes for a moment then looked up into her eyes. They were white, and cosmic dust swirled in them.
"What is home to you. Is it a place, a time, family." The woman said, taking his hands. She snapped her finger, and music started playing in the background. It was a haunting song that Steve didn't recognize.
"It's where you make it," he said as they danced.
"Then why are you not making the most of it. This team they are your family if you are willing," she said.
"I trust my team, Tony…Jennifer, they're the ones that keep secrets from the team. Natasha was even more open than they are." The woman nodded, looking to her left.
"Tony thought he was saving the world." He looked into her eyes.
"What about Jennifer when will she be ready." The woman smiled.
"She has lived her life hiding from everyone she just needs to know that you will be there. She needs you like the team needs you." Steve spun her, and her hand slipped out of his. She stopped with her back to him.
"But what if I fail them like I failed Bucky," Steve said, shaking his head.
"You are not a perfect man, just a good one. Like everyone else in this world, you will fail. That's part of being human. They are just as broken as you." She glanced back at him. "You have a choice to make. Secrets have a way of causing bigger problems than originally thought. Will you trust them."
