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Hiroshi's POV

The vigilante, the so called Blue Spirit, was in my office and for the first time in years I was afraid. I gulped nervously when the blades glinted menacingly under the moonlight as the masked figure approached me. I took a step back, not wanting it anywhere near me.

It had turned out that the legend was in fact real.

I looked to the tazer gun I had on the desk and made a move for it when a blade came down on it, shattering it. I took another step back at this.

"Don't move!" the muffled voice commanded.

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just leave," I said, putting my hands up.

"What is Amon planning?"

"What?"

"I know you're helping him!" the Spirit accused. "What is he planning?"

"I don't know anything," I lied.

"What do you know about 'The Endgame'?"

I actually stiffened at that. No one aside from a small intimate circle knew about The Endgame. It would bring about a new era. An era without Bending. I turned back and grabbed a frame.

"I said don't move!"

"I have a daughter," I said, showing the picture with Asami, my wife and myself to the thief. "Her name is Asami. Please, I'm the only thing she has left. She already lost her mother, she can't lose me too."

I could see the hesitation in the masked vigilante. Then, surprisingly, it lowered the blades and put them away, putting her hands up as a sign of peace.

"I'm not going to hurt you," it said.

I took the opportunity and pulled out a fire arm, a new weapon I had been working on, and fired it several times. The figure fell onto the floor with a grunt, dodging the bullets and I readied the pistol for another round when it got up and made its way out the window.

I quickly made my way over and leaned against the frame, looking down to see no trace of the masked vigilante. I felt my hand touch something smooth and when I examined my hand I noticed a red liquid. I grinned.

So the Blue Spirit, wasn't a Spirit after all.

Interesting.

Katara's POV

I exited the tea shop that Zuko owned. I had gone to visit him, seeing as it had been a while since I had seen him. I had wanted to talk to him about my former pupil. Having Jason with her had changed her, but I had a hunch that she was still up to something.

Ever since she'd arrived it seemed as if…she had come back with a purpose. As if there was something she had to do. I had gotten a glimpse of this when she had been poisoned. But the old Firebender had assured me that she would be fine. Yet I still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

I had borrowed Naga for the trip and when she saw me walk towards her, she wagged her tail before stretching her front and hind legs. I chuckled at this, rubbing the beast's ears before getting on her.

It was late at night and I decided to take a shortcut home. I was only halfway through the alley when a figure landed in front of me with a groan, falling to the ground within seconds. I grabbed Naga's reigns, forcing her to stop while I starred at the figure, their breathing labored.

I hopped off the beast and made my way towards the figure, noticing it was wearing a mask. The Blue Spirit. I hesitantly reached out and removed the mask, already knowing whose face it hid.

"Korra," I breathed when her face was revealed. "You're bleeding," I added, noticing the blood that was quickly oozing onto the ground.

"I don't need to be told that," my pupil retorted. "Take me-Take me to the Pro Bending arena. Jason doesn't need to see me like this."

"You need to go to the hospital," I countered. "I've never seen a wound like this."

"Katara, you have to promise me that you'll take me to the Pro Bending arena and nowhere else," she insisted.

I let out a long sigh and nodded, helping her get up. She clenched her jaw at the sudden movement but somehow managed to walk over where her animal guide was. The beast whined and lay on its belly so that its master could get on.

Once she was on I did the same and had her lean against me as I took every dark alley to the old building. I needed to keep her out of sight and I needed to figure out what I was going to do once we got there.

Howl's POV

Korra had told me that she was going to pay Asami's father a visit after seeing that the evidence pointed to him. I had been a little uneasy about her going alone, especially since Naga wouldn't be able to help her if she ran into trouble.

Just as I had made up my mind to go look for her, the door of the Pro Bending arena opened. I lit a flame in my hand, before covering my face, ready to fight whoever the intruder was since, by the size and shape, I knew it wasn't the young Avatar.

I was surprised when the figure turned out to be Katara, her parka stained red with blood along with her hands. I could tell by her expression that she did not bring good news. It was a mix of worry and dread.

"Howl, I need you to help me," she said, her voice wavering. "I can't carry her inside."

I quickly nodded my head, following her out to find the Airbender slouched over Naga, unconscious. I walked over her and picked her up, but not without noticing that part of the beast's fur was also painted red.

Katara followed me back inside and Naga came as well. She cleared the table and I lay the young Avatar down, taking off my jacket to use it as a pillow for her. The elder ripped her shirt and that's when I got a glimpse of the hole in her chest which was causing her to bleed out and fast.

"I should have taken her to a hospital," the Waterbender whispered when she saw that the wound wouldn't stop bleeding even after she applied pressure.

I shook my head. "No," I countered. "The police and healers would want to know how and why this happened. That's why she asked you to bring her here."

"I'm guessing how and why are Korra's least favorite questions," she muttered.

"When and where, aren't too far off," I muttered back as I went over to the emergency kit we had.

I took out a couple of tools which I thought that we would need to get whatever was inside her out. As soon as I finished gathering what we needed the elder asked me to add pressure on the wound while she gathered some water.

"So you know what you're doing?" I asked. I was pretty sure the war hero had never seen a wound like this. I knew I hadn't.

"I've seen a similar wound," Katara answered. "I just hope it'll be enough experience. I don't want to put her through any pain."

"Korra has been through a lot worse," I reminded her. Not to mention that she had practically passed out from the blood loss.

With a shaky nod and a deep breath Katara began the process of removing the piece of metal from the young Avatar. Korra didn't move at all and this worried me.

It wasn't looking good.

Katara's POV

I couldn't help but sigh in relief when I finally dug the metal object out of Korra's wound. As soon as it was out I'd grabbed the water and placed it over the cut, willing it to glow and close the bullet hole further, enough for the bleeding to stop. Once I finished, I checked her pulse and noticed it was a little low, but she wasn't in any real danger.

For now.

"You know," Howl began. "I was thinking all of this would be a little more of a shock," he said, gesturing around to what seemed to be their headquarters.

I sighed and shook my head. "I've seen the recent burns and bruises on her body, she was poisoned once. Not to mention the one night she came home with a broken leg," I stated. "I'm no fool, Howl."

He chuckled at that. "Korra isn't good at coming up with cover stories."

"Neither are you," I answered. He smiled and shook his head. I turned my attention back to my pupil, running my hand through her hair. "Why did she find me?" I asked. "She could have come here. Why did she decide to let me in?"

"As much as Korra hates to admit it," the sentry answered, coming over to us. "Even she needs help."

I looked up at him before glancing over to my surrogate daughter. I had always been her secret keeper. She used to tell me everything when she was younger but when she came back…it seemed as if something was lost between us. But now I knew that trust was still there.

Korra's POV

I opened my eyes with a groan. But instead of finding myself at headquarters, I found myself on a warm bed… and without clothes. I instinctively pulled the sheets up to my chest before feeling the bed move. I turned on my side and found a familiar Firebender smiling at me. I had to smile back.

My hand went to the place where the wound was and found that it was closed, nothing but a scar. I couldn't help but grin at this. I had probably just dreamt the whole thing because this…this reality was better than anything I could have ever wished for. This was a reality I wouldn't mind staying in.

"Shh," Mako whispered. "Jason isn't awake yet."

I grinned at this, scooting closer to him to give him a kiss on the nose. He was here, Jason was here. It was perfect. He chuckled before reaching out and rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

"Mako?"

"Hmm?" he hummed.

"Have you forgiven me?" I asked. I had to ask, though it disrupted the peace of this beautiful world.

"What do I need to forgive you for?" the Firebender replied, humming contently as his fingers drew patterns on my bare back.

"For-for not being able to save Bolin," I answered.

The smile on his face fell. I regretted the question immediately but I had to know. I needed for him to tell me that he had forgiven me for killing his little brother.

There was a moment of dead silence. "Did it hurt, Korra?" he finally inquired, avoiding my question.

I frowned, my brow furrowing in confusion. "Did what hurt?"

"When he killed you."