Soory for not updating but i have been super busy

i do not own Marvel (duh)


There was a heavy silence that followed my words. I was rigid in my chair with my eyes trained on the table. I didn't want to look at anyone else. I didn't want them to see me this vulnerable.

"I escaped nine months ago and I've been living in New York ever since. But I'll have you know, Dylan is more skilled than I am in almost every way possible. He has two powers, fire and shadows. His fire cannot harm me but will burn someone very badly. You can guard yourselves from his shadows, but it take preparation, both mentally and physically. Probably more mentally. He is strongest when he is among his own and if you can get him away from his base and any type of shadow then you will have the upper hand. I will not tell you what I can do because that would mean telling you much more about myself that I am willing to say. Maybe some of you already know some things or hint. But I will not tell you now."

My voice was hollow. The scars from nine months ago were starting to ache and my right eye was starting to throb.

"That is all I have to tell you."

I continued staring at the table, waiting for someone to ask the question. When they did, it was Dr. Banner who piped up.

"So how did you escape?"

I fingered the hilt of my sword, remembering the time when I had received them.

"Does it matter?" That was the last thing I wanted to remember and the throbbing in my eye intensified.

Once again, everyone was silent. Nick Fury stood and walked over to the hologram on the wall. "And where exactly is the base?"

"About a few miles away from Norlock. It's underground. There's a tower there. It's supposed to look abandoned." My breath rattled and throbbing in my eye grew until it felt like my eye was going to pop out of its socket. I willed myself not to groan in pain and rubbed my eye. The rubbing made it worse but I pressed the heel of my hand into my eye as hard as I could. The pain intensified.

And suddenly my right peripheral vision went black. I could only see out of my left eye and I leaned over the table until I could see my reflection in the glass. My left eye was its usual obsidian black but my right eye was what made me catch my breath. The iris was pure white with flecks of black. My eye still moved as if I was still using it, but I could see nothing. Nick Fury's voice brought me back. "Ezri? Did you hear me?"

My head snapped up, my vision disorienting me, making me feel lopsided. "I said that… what's wrong?" His voice seemed to fade in and out and I clutched my head. I gasped, not able to catch my breath. I stood up knocking over my chair. Steve Rogers stood, a worried expression on his face. "Ma'am? Are you alright."

I shook my head. "No. No no not now. Argh!" I whispered. I needed to leave, and fast.

"What is wrong?" Nick Fury said loudly. I coughed, the old scars burning. "He found me."

I straightened up and looked at them. They stared back at me, their mouths agape. And then I disappeared, leaving nothing but floating tendrils of shadows.


hehehe i know i'm so mean

hope you liked that chapter, and i will try to update as soon as i can