Hey everyone, just a note to let you all know that I AM working on the sequel but until then I have done a Valentines Day special called Wonder: Save Tonight.
Here is a small taster of it:
Butterfly stitches above my right eye, surrounded by the lightest of purple bruises. A swollen bottom lip with matching scratches. A dislocated shoulder, now resting in a cradle. Cuts and bruises down the rest of my body and a nice little reminder to never just wing it again without knowing who I'm going up against again. Yeah the fight could have gone better, a hell of a lot better. But I was alive, the bad guys (sorry not guys, robots) where taken care of and the world was safe for another day at least. I walked out of my bathroom and felt the breeze from an open window. Instincts took over as I balled my hand up, instantly releasing a little of the Tesseract energy. I had become so well trained that I could switch the power on and off as I needed it. I had no ill side effects and I was actually pretty effective with it now. The blue aura gave off a soft glow as I silently made my way to the window. I let my eyes scan the route in case anyone was about to jump out at me. I was in sweats and a purple hoody, it wasn't exactly fighting clothes but at least if I had to run out, I could blend into the crowd. As I reached the window I noticed an arrow pinning a piece of paper to the window sill. A smirk crossed my lips as I shook away the aura and picked up the piece of paper.
"You don't look so hot Blue," I smirked wider at my nickname. "Take it the fight didn't go to plan huh?" I read out loud letting out a small snigger. "Well you could say that Feathers. You've really got to stop shooting arrows at my window. One of these days you're going to miss and if I loose this deposit..." I muttered to myself tossing the arrow into the bucket with the others I had collected. I folded the paper up and looked out into the city. I had no expectation of seeing Clint, I rarely saw him now. But he always left me a note when he was passing through Brooklyn. Most of the time it was observations, sometimes it would be how he felt, sometimes it would just be really bad jokes. He always seemed to know how to cheer me up, how to make the worst days into good again. I had kept all of them notes, it was my way of keeping him around.
"I never miss." Clint's voice broke out from behind me as I turned to face him. I wasn't surprised, not really. He stood there looking good. He was in wearing jeans, a black fitted t-shirt and his dark brown leather jacket. He looked like he just walked off the street into my apartment, not broke in through the tenth floor window.
Take a look of it and see what you think of it!