Carla, surprisingly, was doing pretty well for a young girl such as herself. She just turned twelve a couple of months ago, and it was a nice, simple celebration.

Tony had ordered luxury food to the house and invited one of his friends, "Rhodey." It was an awkward meeting on her part, but he was pretty nice nonetheless.

Rhodey was pretty surprised to hear from the childish adult that he adopted a kid. He actually didn't believe him and thought it was a joke, but finally understood when Tony filled him in on the details.

Christmas was now coming around the corner. It had been about seven months since the attack on New York, and both Carla and Pepper had noticed Tony's sleepless nights.

Carla opened up more to Pepper and Tony with time, their bonds strengthening in a family type of relationship. Pepper was fairly surprised how well Carla was doing after such a traumatic event, but could still tell when the girl was feeling depressed.

Carla was resilient, while Tony was gradually breaking apart. It was apparent as he spent most of his time downstairs making multiple suits and insomnia.

The brunette stared up at the huge, stuffed rabbit in the room. It towered over her like some kind of monstrosity as she blinked at it in disbelief.

Tony gave her an expectant look, "Well? You think Pepper will like it?"

The young Stark snorted, "Maybe. Where are we gonna put it afterward?"

He shrugged. Carla sighed. A ring resounded from Tony's pocket, he pulled out his phone and answered it before putting it to his ear.

"Hello?"

Tony's eyebrows furrowed, and his lips curved down into a frown. Carla rose an eyebrow in question.

"Alright, thanks for letting me know. Bye." Tony hung up his phone, a stressed sigh escaping him.

"What's wrong?"

"Happy… he's in the hospital." Carla's eyes widened.

The next day, Carla stayed at home, as usual, when Tony was swarmed by the press on television concerning the Mandarin threats against the U.S. In doing so, he revealed their home address in frustration.

Pepper was pretty pissed off. Carla was worried. Tony? He was regretting his life decisions.

He was downstairs in his lab, doing research to actually take down Mandarin. Carla was watching TV on the couch when she heard the doorbell ring. She waited for Tony to come up and answer it, clad in one of his iron suits.

A woman with dark hair was at the door, which opened to let her in as JARVIS scanned her.

He met her at the entrance, "Right there's fine."

The woman gave him a peculiar look.

"You're not the Mandarin." Tony's mask lifted to reveal his face, "Are you? Are you?"

The woman gave an amused smile, "You don't even remember. Why am I not surprised?" She let out a dry chuckle.

"Don't take it personally, I don't even remember what I had for breakfast."

"Gluten-free waffles, sir," JARVIS answered.

He nodded, "That's right."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Okay, look, I need to be alone with you… someplace, not here - it's urgent."

Tony gave her a confused look and started heading out into the house, "Normally, I'd be up for that sort of thing but now I'm in a committed relationship." And just on cue, two bags fell one by one by his feet from up above.

"With her," he stepped out of his suit as it opened itself up.

Pepper's voice called out, "Tony? Who is there?"

"Yeah, it's Hanson, my old botanist pal, that I used to know. Barely."

Pepper walked down the stairs. Tony went up to Hanson, voice lowered.

"Please don't tell me there's a twelve-year-old kid in the car that I've never met."

Carla scoffed from her spot on the couch, "I heard that!"

Hanson frowned, "No! I need your help."

"What for? Why now?" he asked.

"Because I read the papers, and frankly, I do not think you'll last a week."

"I'll be fine."

Pepper walked up to them as she spoke, "Sorry, with Happy in the hospital I didn't know that we were expecting guests."

Tony interrupted her, "We weren't."

"Or any girlfriends." Tony tried to defend himself as Pepper was being sarcastic.

Hanson shook her head, "No, not really. It was one night."

The redhead smirked, "That's… how you did it, isn't it?"

"It was a great night."

"Well, you saved yourself a world of pain," Pepper explained to Hanson.

Tony snapped his gaze to his girlfriend, "What?"

"We're going out of town."

"Okay, we've been through this, nope," Tony argued.

"Yup!" retorted Pepper.

Carla groaned as she watched the couple start to bicker.

The dark-haired woman shook her head, "You know what, bye."

The woman gave a lame wave as she started to walk out, and the arguing continued between the pair.

Hanson stopped at the sight of the rabbit monstrosity, "Is that normal?"

Tony scowled, "Yes, this is normal!"

Pepper laughed dryly, "It's very normal."

"It's a big bunny, relax about it!" he snapped.

Pepper turned to Tony, "Calm down."

They started to bicker yet again. Carla turned her attention back to the TV and was surprised to see her house on breaking news.

Hanson glanced at the screen, grabbing the attention of the fuming couple, "Uh, guys?"

"What?"

"Do we need to worry about that?" she pointed to the screen.

Before anyone could register the impending threat, an explosion erupted through the giant windows. The force sent by the explosion had everyone flying through the air. Tony called for his suit to cover Pepper, and everyone fell to the ground as they collided with the walls of the house.

Hanson was unconscious, and Carla had soared from her position and slammed into the wall, her head making the first impact. Pain erupted through her skull, and her vision went hazy. Her brown eyes stared up at the ceiling in confusion as everything seemed to be going in and out of focus, a ringing resounding in her ears. She moaned in pain as her eyes finally rolled to the back of her head and finally passed out.

Pepper quickly picked up Carla by the waist as she helped a recovering Hanson to her feet, taking them away from danger.

The suit came apart from Pepper's body as it soared to cover Tony. Pepper watched on in terror as bullets rained on the house. One of the helicopters crashed into the building, dragging Tony down with it into the ocean.

Pepper got up from her feet cliff fearfully looked down from the edge of the cliff.

She screamed, "TONY!"

"Happy Birthday, - ."

A birthday cake sat in front of a young woman, now eighteen, who smiled brightly.

An older man appeared. Carla couldn't make out his face well enough as she looked up at a family, all staring down at her expectantly.

The man with a blurred face chuckled, "Make a wish before you blow out your candles!"

Carla felt herself laugh. She just an onlooker through the eyes of some girl that she found herself trapped in. Like she was watching some sort of secret, live footage.

"I can't think of any, but I could really go for some free scholarships."

"Well, now you've ruined it by telling us," a younger voice chimed in.

"I believe in ghosts, not magic. Know the difference, Jake."

She pursed her lips and blew air out to extinguish the small flames.

…

She held hands with a taller boy who seemed to be about her age. They were walking around the shopping center, drinking smoothies. He grinned down at her, "Hey, you wanna go see Endgame?"

She sighed, "You torture me with a Marvel movie marathon, and now this?"

She was obviously joking, of course. She didn't mind watching those movies actually, and really enjoyed the Iron Man and Thor movies. Personally, Black Widow was her favorite character.

Her boyfriend whined, "Please? Next time, we can marathon all those Fast and Furious movies that you like."

She laughed, "Alright. I guess I can let this slide."

"This is why I love you, Ru-"

...

She examined herself in the mirror, humming to herself as she listened to music playing from her computer.

Her green eyes quickly scanned over her attire, her curly brown hair tamed into a French braid. She wore light make-up and was wearing a black polo shirt with a pair of jean shorts. She smiled to herself, excited to spend the day hanging out with friends.

She had just graduated from high school last week and was finally able to relax for a bit before getting into college.

…

"Wake up, sweetie. You have to wake up."

"I heard people in comas are able to hear their loved ones while they're asleep. It might work if we just keep talking to her."

"We love you."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Williams. Her condition isn't getting any better, and while there have been cases where coma patients survive from being asleep for years, it's a very slim chance. Most get worse and become brain dead."

"There has to be something… anything else that can fix this."

"She's been comatose for fifteen months. It's best to just let her finally rest in peace. I'll leave you some time alone to do what you must."

"I'm so sorry."

"Goodbye, Ruby."

It was three weeks since Tony went under a life threatening surgery of removing the shrapnel pieces in his chest. It had also been three weeks since Carla had slipped into a coma, but things were starting to look up when Tony finally got a call from the hospital.

Shortly after Carla was admitted to the hospital, a lot had happened. Tony managed to survive the attack and save the day yet again, nearly losing Pepper, and saving the U.S. President from mortal danger.

He started moving whatever he salvaged from the wrecked house to New York, where he and Pepper decided as a new place to live. It was sad knowing that Morgan's grave would be on the other side of the country, but it wasn't too bad considering he could simply get a three-hour private jet from New York to California.

In the nice hospital suite, paid by none other than Tony Stark, Carla finally awoke.

Her groggy eyes stared at the white ceiling in confusion, her head feeling a bit sore. She glanced to the side when she saw movement in the corner of her eye, only to see a few nurses rush in the room.

She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering where she was and what happened.

That was when her eyes widened in realization, new, fresh memories running through her mind. Then, the most recent memory right before she was sent crashing into a wall and thought she died. Again.

She screamed, or at least tried to until she choked on her dry throat. Tears ran down her cheeks as she coughed and gagged, body trembling. Hands grabbed her limbs and firmly held them still as she thrashed against her captors for her life. Carla felt a prick in her arm and went unconscious soon after.

Everything was already set in New York in the newly remodeled Avengers Tower. Tony was healing just fine, and waited impatiently in his luxury hotel room with Happy, anticipating some kind of phone call.

The first time Tony went to the hospital, they told him it was a high chance that she wouldn't make it from the blood loss. Miraculously, she did very well in recovering with the blood transfusions, which baffled the doctors.

Then, he was told that even while her body had survived and replenished its blood supply, her coma was too far gone to recover. It was the same like that for a week while they waited for her body to heal on its own and maybe she would show some signs of improvement. Remarkably, she did. Her body healed so rapidly that it left them all confused and amazed.

Merely a few days ago, her brain began to display some high activity in the MRI scan. The doctor Tony spoke with said that it would be any day now that she would wake up. He was also warned to not expect her to be completely herself or alert, as some cases left patients in vegetative states.

Happy drove Tony down to the hospital as soon as he got the call that Carla awakened from her coma.

Once he reached the hospital room he quickly signed his name on a name chart, got his visitor name tag, and navigated himself to her suite.

The nurses gently woke Carla, and she opened her eyes to the bright lights of the room. She squinted at first, then raised her hands to her face to rub her eyes.

Her mind flashed back to her freak-out episode before she was sedated. Carla winced in embarrassment. The nurses started asking her questions, such as what her name was, who was her caretaker, what year it is, etcetera.

The blonde nurse smiled gently and asked her, "What's your name?"

The first thought came to her head, Ruby. But Ruby was dead. Carla was here right now. She was Carla. Or was she? Had it all been a dream?

Did she dream that the Marvel Universe was actually real?

She stared at the nurse with an almost constipated look, "Uhm… Carla Davis?"

The nurse simply looked to her clipboard and marked something off with her pen. Carla frowned.

After answering all the questions, they left her with a bowl of red jello and a spoon to snack on while she waited for whatever was coming next. She ate it while staring off into space, her thoughts racing.

She saw the calendar on the wall which read the year as of January 2013. She missed Christmas. She was in a coma the entire time.

Carla groaned in frustration. This was not good at all. Why the hell was she put in this universe just to suffer? She was related to Tony Stark. She was related to Iron Man. Was there a god out there playing some type of sick joke, thinking her situation was funny?

Before, she wasn't as surprised as she grew up learning that superheroes were the norm. Now she knew just about everything there was to know about this place thanks to her ex-boyfriend. She had only made it to Avengers: Endgame so far, however she did skip out on seeing Thor: Ragnarok, Captain Marvel, and Spider-Man: Far From Home. At least there's a bit of time for her to actually prepare to save the world.

Sure, she could hide and pretend that Thanos wasn't going to snap half of the universe away, but was she really going to let Tony die?

She couldn't. This was no longer fiction, this was real life. Tony Stark to Ruby was a fictional character. Tony Stark to Carla is her uncle, her goddamn family.

He was going to die, and the only way to make sure that never happens is to somehow stop Thanos. Carla chuckled dryly to herself. This was going to be a huge pain. In order to save Tony, she had to save the world before he could decide to be the sacrificial hero.

She felt weak and tiny in this small body of hers. She missed her old body as Ruby when she used to be a nice 5,6" woman. Now she felt a little ridiculous, even if she did grow up mature for her age, as a short 5,1" twelve-year-old girl.

She was a young adult stuck in the body of a kid.

Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a creak from the entryway, sighting the solid door being opened. Tony stood there, brown eyes glistening as he looked at his beloved niece. He walked briskly to the left side of her bed before leaning down and gently wrapping his arms around her. Carla reciprocated the touch by gently wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his shoulder. Her eyes started to sting and her face began to feel hot with emotion.

Tony's voice shook, "I'm so, so sorry. This was entirely my fault, and I'll make sure it'll never happen again."

Carla sniffed a little, pulling herself away from the embrace before Tony sat down on a wooden chair beside her bed.

She smiled, "As long as you're alive, it's okay. Where's Pepper?"

Her uncle scratched his neck, "New York."

Carla rose an eyebrow, "What for?"

"Our mansion got completely destroyed. We thought it would be best to move to New York... specifically in the Avengers Tower."

She blinked, "Oh."

She subconsciously fiddled with the ring that hung on her neck, "What about… Mom's grave?"

Tony frowned apologetically, "I'm sorry. I figured if we ever want to visit her grave, it isn't too bad to take a three-hour flight to do so. With everything that's happened, alien invasions, terrorists… I feel better and secure knowing that we'll be closer to allies."

"You mean the Avengers," Carla clarified.

He nodded. The young Stark shrugged, "I get it. California weather drives me crazy anyway."

Tony chuckled, "Sometimes I forget that you're only twelve. You're more forgiving and mature than I ever will be."

Before she could respond, a blonde woman walked in the open doorway, clad in a white coat while holding a clipboard. The doctor smiled, "Hello, Carla."

She nodded her head to Tony in greeting, "Mr. Stark… I'm Dr. Freedman."

"So… what's the damage?"

Dr. Freedman laughed, "None, actually. It's almost as if this was some kind of miracle. She's completely healed other than some minor bruising. Her mentality is perfectly fine. I don't see why she can't be discharged today."

Tony stared at her in relief, "Thank you…"

The woman grinned, "No problem."

Carla blinked in surprise, "Really? I'm good to go?"

"Yep!"

After more discussion and signing of papers, Carla was finally ready and discharged to leave with Tony. Dr. Freedman smiled as she bid them farewell, her expression suddenly turning blank as she walked down the hall towards the staff room. Her steely blue eyes looked back over her shoulder before looking down to the phone she held in her hands. Her thumb scrolled through her list of contacts, finally stopping at the name of Maria Hill. She selected the call button and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello... Send word to Director Fury that we have another person of interest to keep watch over. It really does seem that Morgan Stark was hiding something from us."

Another pause. She slightly smiled.

"Yes, I'll quickly send you our data on the subject. Bye."

She ended the call and placed it back into her pocket. She glanced down to the clipboard in her hands, that had a profile of Carla "Davis" attached to it.

The blonde quickly scanned over the notes taken on the subject.

-Notes-

Rapid cellular regeneration… Unusual paternal DNA sequence… High physical endurance…

She smirked, "I wonder what her father is…?"

Carla happily munched on her cheeseburger as she watched an episode of The Office on the little TV screen in the private jet.

An idea came to her head, and she grinned up at Tony. The hero gave her a confused look.

"What?"

She took a quick sip of her coke before setting the plastic cup back down on the table.

"Can you do me the biggest favor?"

"Depends on what the favor is."

Carla clasped her hands together in a begging motion, "I want to get some kind of fighting and self-defense lessons. And I also want you to teach me how you do your work."

The brunette figured that some fighting lessons could definitely come in handy for the future, in an emergency, of course. She was only going to plan a way to pull the strings anonymously, never directly interfering with the universe. There was no way for her to be a hero, nor did she wanted to be one.

She would eventually learn to never jinx herself like that again.

He stared at the young girl in surprise, "Sure, but what for?"

"Well… I don't want to be useless if there's ever any trouble. What if I got kidnapped and held for ransom? That would definitely suck… I also want to learn more about your technology and how you build your suits because I just find it interesting, and I want to use those skills to help people in need." When she finally noticed her uncle staring intently at her, she flushed red and quickly averted her gaze.

He gawked at her in astonishment, noticing how similar Carla was to her mother. His heart tightened at the thought.

Doubt soon settled in her stomach as she waited for an answer, "Or not. I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to."

Tony smirked, his eyes glimmering, "Alright, kid. You can have your lessons."

"Thanks, Tony. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it."

It was nostalgic for Carla to see New York again, even if it was only about a year ago. Just as Tony promised, he let her play with his lab. He showed her the ropes of being a Stark genius.

He was satisfied to see how determined his niece was, and even further pleased when Carla managed to recreate one of his suits within a couple of weeks.

He was proud of her. They built, they tore, they programmed together… It was great.

Tony also kept up his promise by hiring a top-notch trainer for Carla, and also considered giving Natasha Romanoff a call.

A few months after they moved to New York, he was pleasantly surprised to see Bruce Banner at his door.

Tony smiled, "Bruce. You came to visit?"

His eyes trailed down to the wheeled luggage on the floor next to the scientist. He quickly pieced the clues together.

"So you finally decided to take my offer?" Tony smirked.

"Ah, you can say that."

He grinned, "I'd like you to meet someone."

Carla was currently in the lab, creating some programs to connect with the sensors in the Mark XV helmet she created. She heard some steps and voices from behind and turned to see who it was. She was surprised to see her uncle and Bruce Banner walking up to her work station.

She got up from her seat and met them halfway to introduce herself. She felt a bit nervous since technically, he was the first Avenger she was going to meet other than Tony. Bruce looked at Carla in surprise, then looked back to Tony. His face held a perplexed expression, and Carla could only guess what he was thinking.

"Tony, you have a daughter?"

The girl snorted, "I'm his niece. I'm Carla."

She held out her hand for him to take, which he graciously accepted and gave her an embarrassed smile.

The meeting went pretty well, with Tony bragging about his niece and her great achievements so far. She watched him with amusement as he proudly talked about her creations and how she just recently earned a black belt in martial arts.

From then on, Bruce lived with them in the Avengers tower. Carla got to know him better as a person, and he even helped her with some stuff in the lab. Bruce was fairly surprised to find out that she already knew he was the Hulk, yet wasn't the least bit scared of him at all.

He had asked her why he didn't seem scary to her, why she wasn't hesitant to interact with him.

"It's because I know you're a good guy. And if I were you, I'd wanted to be treated for who I really was," Carla simply responded with a shrug.

When Tony heard what she said, he was even more proud of her. He knew he loved her like his own daughter at this point. Both him and Pepper had grown to love her over time. To him, she had no imperfections. The scientist knew in his heart that Carla would probably surpass him one day.

More time went by, and it had already been about eight months since they moved to New York.

Tony had called Natasha a week prior to help train his niece. She had agreed with some persistence and was set to arrive at any moment now to meet Carla.

He had almost forgotten to tell her, actually. He winced.

"JARVIS, can you tell Carla to come to the bar?"

"Will do, sir," the AI answered.

Carla soon came up from her room, curious as to what Tony wanted.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I have a surprise for you. I got someone to do me a favor to personally train you in your fighting skills," Tony answered.

She narrowed her eyes, "Who…?"

Before he could respond, a woman's voice cut in at the right moment.

"I am."

The Stark duo snapped their attention to the newcomer. Carla's eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

When she realized he was talking about Black Widow, she internally fangirled. She loved Natasha Romanoff; she was beautiful, strong, and badass. Carla bit her lip when she registered that she was staring for too long and shyly smiled.

"... Hi."

Natasha smirked, "Tony, when do I start with your adorable niece?"

It had been two years since Carla started her training. Her fighting and defense skills have gotten pretty good, enough to last against Natasha for a while before she got her ass beat by the woman.

Natasha was like an older sister to Carla. She greatly idolized the Avenger, who constantly gave her motivation to improve herself every day. She had learned so much within those years, and became very proficient at science mechanics as well.

Natasha decided to stop by on Christmas, handing Carla a big box that was wrapped in red paper. Her eyes glistened a bit, taken aback by the gift.

Natasha smirked, "Don't tell Tony, but I had this especially made for you."

Carla gave her a perplexed look before shrugging and tearing the paper off the box, the scraps littering the floor of her room. She lifted the white lid off, only to look at the gift in surprise.

It seemed like a folded piece of black clothing until she pulled it out of the box, the fabric unraveling itself to reveal a full body suit, much similar to Natasha's. A big difference she noticed was that the suit as had its own hood attached to it.

"That's why you took my body measurements last month, didn't you?" Carla asked in disbelief.

The redhead smirked, "I just wanted to get my cute little apprentice something nice. Merry Christmas."

Carla laughed, "Thanks, as much as I love it, I don't think I'll have much use for it in the future."

The woman shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "You never know. Who's to say I need a buddy for one of my future missions?"

The brunette gave her an almost shocked look. She shook her head and sighed. Carla grabbed a small box from her nightstand and handed it to Natasha.

The young girl grinned, "I'm not the only one getting a present."

Nat looked at her in surprise, her eyes staring fondly at Carla. She smiled, opening the box. Inside was a framed picture of the two of them together at the last party Tony held at the Avengers tower. Her heart warmed at the gesture as she leaned over to give the young Stark a gentle hug.

"Thank you, Carla."

Lately, Tony had been holding quite a few parties at the tower, typically because of the holiday season. Carla had been banished for whatever reason from the lab while Tony worked on his "top secret" project. Whatever the hell that meant. At this point, she could only assume he was trying to build that weird robot thing… Ultron, was it?

"A mission?" Carla frowned.

Tony shrugged, "Yeah… and I can't exactly tell you the details either. It's highly classified."

The young girl sighed, "It's a full-on Avengers mission, isn't it?"

The scientist gave her a startled look, "How'd you know that? Sometimes I think you're psychic or something."

"Considering I know how to hack into pretty much everything, are you even that surprised?" she rhetorically asked.

Tony pursed his lips, "With great power comes with great responsibility, Carla. I'll be gone for a week, just in time for the next party. Happy will be here while Pepper's gone, so don't drive him too crazy."

She watched as he walked to the elevator, waving.

"Bye."

The metals doors closed shut, and Carla groaned in exasperation. She made her way to the workout room, hoping to busy herself to wash the apprehension away. She had a strong feeling that this mission was the one where the Avengers infiltrate a Hydra base for the scepter from The Avengers.

Carla stretched out her arm right arm over her left, looking at herself in the mirror in the room. Her eyes caught sight of her necklace, memories flashing through her mind again. Memories of the New York attack. Her breath shuddered as she pinched her arm to distract herself.

She pondered, frowning at her reflection. She had certainly gotten taller, developing more and more into the body of a young woman. Her slightly wavy hair had grown to the middle of her back and was now a dark red. Carla had it dyed as a Christmas present, thanks to Tony. It now contrasted to her past self's dark chocolate curls, she mused. The young Stark remarked how similar she looked to her mother in her teenage years from old photos she once sighted.

Her attention brought back to the current situation. Carla was positive that the future dangers of Ultron were soon to come in no time. She scowled in annoyance. She was merely fourteen, despite how much progress and training she had over the years, she still felt useless. This was a world with heroes and enemies with abilities beyond her comprehension, and the only good qualities that she had was her intellect and her above-average physique.

If worse comes to worst, she wouldn't be able to do anything if her life depended on it.

Even so, she had to save Tony. And now she definitely had to save Nat. Her chest tightened, anger slowly creeping in as she thought about another crucial death in the MCU. Loki.

Over the years she realized that even if Loki had been driven by his emotions controlled by the wretched tesseract, it doesn't excuse what he has done. Lives were lost. Her mother was killed. Logically, it was Thanos that caused this tragedy, but she couldn't help but have a reason to solely condemn the Frost Giant.

Reasonably, she knew she'd have a better chance at defeating Thanos if she saved more people. But knowing Loki as the God of Lies and Mischief, could she really trust that he'd make a good ally?

As far as she knew, Loki was mostly concerned with saving himself and Thor, as evidence of his sacrifice for his brother in Infinity War. Who's to say that Loki wouldn't throw his comrades under the bus to save his own neck? It was a risky and unpredictable route that she had to contemplate with time, depending on how successful she is in the future.

The memory of her mother's death ran over and over in her mind, her chest burning. She absently stared at a random point of the mirror, not even registering what she was looking at. Her face felt warm, her hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white.

Images of dull eyes staring into nothing, crimson everywhere she looked, her hands dripped with warm blood.

She remembered the sorrow, agony… the animosity.

Her reflection rattled. Her mind snapped back to reality. Carla's eyebrows furrowed, perplexed as she spotted a crack on the surface of the mirror.

Her right-hand raised to the glass, fingertips tracing over the rough fracture. Dumbfounded, she closely inspected it, wondering how it transpired out of nowhere.

"That's… weird," she frowned, "... How did this crack?"

Standing back up, she sucked in a big gulp of air before releasing the tension from her lungs to calm herself. Sighing to herself, she decided she was thinking too much about things, it was probably just a coincidence anyways.

"Maybe I do need therapy," the redhead deadpanned.

Heyo. So the movie and events was pretty fast paced, but considering there isn't much purpose for Carla to be apart of anything dangerous yet, it can be understandable kek.

Question: Anyone have any predictions for the next chapter(s), and/or the future in general for Carla? I'm interested to see what some people think.

The more reviews, the faster the updates because it gets me hyped haha.

Love, Navi.