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I think so many of you are going to be surprised about this chapter's opening scene. I know you all think that I hate Harry. The thing is though, I don't hate him. I think he's a kid who got dealt a really crappy hand and never actually had a stable adult figure in his life and that's left him a little... emotionally stunted. However, in this story, everything is seen from Hermione's point of view and from where she's standing, Harry doesn't look so good. But there are multiple sides to every story, you know? But also that doesn't necessarily mean that he's going to be a hero in this. I just like to make sure that my characters are nicely rounded.
This chapter is unbetaed (but guys! I might have found a beta and I'm so excited! Fingers crossed!) so apologies for any mistakes you spot.
Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!
Harry slowly made his way through the graveyard, pausing at his parent's graves to leave flowers before stepping past theirs to the headstone he was looking for.
Hermione Granger
September 19, 1979 – April 10, 1998
Here lies a beloved daughter, friend, sister, soldier
Gone but never forgotten
When he'd first decided that he wanted to create a headstone for Hermione and have it placed beside his parents, Harry had been told that only people who had lived in Godric's Hallow could be buried there. He had made such a fuss though that they'd eventually allowed him to do as he'd pleased. Ron had thought he was mad for wanting to have a headstone made for Hermione- after all, why bother with one when there wasn't even a body? But Harry had wanted it, had needed it. Hermione's body might not have been resting there but he'd hoped that at least her spirit would be able to find peace and join his parents and Sirius on the other side. It turned out to be a fool's hope.
He honestly didn't know why he was there. Hermione was alive. She was alive and she hated him and he both did and didn't understand why. And every time he tried to work it out in his head- tried a way to figure out how he got to this point and how he could fix it- Harry just felt worse. Nothing sounded right. Nothing sounded like a reasonable explanation that he could give Hermione to make things better. In fact, every single thing he came up with sounded worse than whatever he'd thought up before.
'Sorry I let Ron tell everyone you were madly in love- I just thought you forgave him because that's what you always did.'
'Sorry I didn't do more about the corruption in the Ministry- I didn't know how to start and you weren't there to ask.'
'Sorry I didn't do more to save you- I didn't even know how to save myself.'
'Sorry I let you down.'
Yeah, he didn't think those sorry's would get him anywhere with Hermione.
Abruptly turning on his heel, Harry strode out of the cemetery. He had no idea what had happened to her, just that she disappeared from Malfoy Manor.
It was time to have another conversation with Draco Malfoy.
Carol was gone.
Her mom was gone and Tony and Pepper were hovering so much that Mia felt like she was slowly suffocating. They loved her and were worried about her- she understood that- but it was all just too much right then.
She didn't deserve their love. She didn't deserve their concern. She wasn't the one they needed to worry about.
Needing to escape for a bit, Mia snuck out of Stark Tower and, keeping her face hidden in the hood of her jumper, began to wander the streets of Manhattan at random. She just wanted to be lost for a little bit- wanted to find herself somewhere her true name didn't matter. Where she didn't matter.
They were all trying so hard to help her. Pepper had even tentatively brought up the idea of finding some kind of therapist, but Mia had quickly put an end to that conversation. What would she even say to a therapist? 'Well, I killed numerous refugees from an alien planet and then had a horrifying conversation with Death- who goes by the name Dabria in case you were wondering- and learned that there's an evil overlord figure named Thanos who wants to murder half the universe. Also, she thinks I should be alright with letting innocent people die in my attempts to stop him because what are the lives of the few compared to the lives of the many and I'm not sure how to process that idea.'
Mia couldn't even bring herself to tell her parents about what had happened, she certainly wasn't going to tell a complete stranger. Though, she suspected that even if she wanted to tell them about Dabria, she wouldn't be able to. She had heard her parents whispering about a block in her mind and knew that Death was guarding their time together and the memories she had been given.
Those memories- Bucky's memories- haunted her every time she closed her eyes. But they weren't really Bucky's memories, were they? They were the Winter Soldier's memories. HYDRA had taken Bucky and destroyed everything that made him who he was. Mia could still hear his screams, still feel the phantom pain of having electricity sent directly into her brain. Out of everyone, Mia was uniquely able to empathize with what Bucky had gone through in the beginning- only the beginning though. She remembered what it was like to be unmade. Bellatrix had unmade her, and her parents had helped put the pieces back together. Without them though, who might she have turned out to be? What kind of person could she have become?
Glancing up at a street sign, Mia realized that she was now in Hell's Kitchen. It wasn't unexpected really, considering how close this neighborhood was to the Tower. She was honestly a bit surprised that this area still held as bad of a reputation as it did considering how close it was to Midtown. Perhaps it was because of everything with Fisk.
As she turned a corner, Mia bumped into someone and her hood fell back.
"I'm sorry," she automatically apologized.
"Watch it, bitch," a man snapped.
Looking up, Mia studied the three men in front of her with a raised brow. They were all white, wearing leather jackets, and one even had a tattoo on his face. What was it Tony had said- a face tattoo is a literal sign that a person's spent quality time in prison?
"Hey," one of the other men started, "I know you- you're that Stark girl."
The way their eyes lit up made Mia roll her eyes. "Whatever it is you're thinking is a terrible idea; I suggest you walk away."
The one she had bumped into smirked. "Why would we do that? We were just startin' to get to know each other."
"Could you be any more of a cliché?" Mia sneered before moving into action.
Kicking the first man in between the legs and causing him to fall to his knees, she then punched him in the face with enough force to send him falling backwards. His head bounced off the concrete with a sickening crack. Before his two friends could even move, Mia had taken them down as well.
Her response had been automatic, and it wasn't until after she was done that Mia's mind caught up to her actions. She felt her face flushing a deep red and Mia reflexively reached back to grab her hood and try to shield her face once more. "That may have been an overreaction."
"Nah," came a voice from behind her, and Mia spun around. "They had it coming. Good reflexes."
Standing a few feet back was a man wearing a black jacket over a dark shirt and jeans. His hair was short and cut close to his skull and his face was covered in bruises. "How much did you see?"
He shrugged. "Knew what they were going to do. Saw that you can handle yourself."
Unlike with the three men, this person didn't set her instincts on edge. Despite the fact that he was clearly a fighter- when he took a small step closer to her, Mia could see that his knuckles were bloody and bruised- it didn't seem like he had any ill-intentions towards her. "Well, I am a woman walking alone at night; being able to handle myself is somewhat of a necessity."
Giving a low hum of agreement, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "You're kind of a ways from home, aren't you?"
Mia stiffened. "I'm not sure what you mean."
He snorted. "Hate to break it to ya, ma'am, but you're kind of recognizable."
She sighed. "That I am. I'd introduce myself, but it's clearly unnecessary. What's your name, soldier?"
It was his turn to stiffen. "What makes you think I served?"
"Your appearance, the way you stand, the way you just reacted," Mia listed. "Plus, the only other person I know who refers to an unknown woman as 'ma'am' was in the army- which doesn't necessarily mean anything but combined with the rest… I could be wrong, of course, but I'm rather confident in my deductions."
Slowly nodding, he told her, "Name's Frank."
His finger started tapping rhythmically against his thigh and Mia glanced at it for only a moment before looking away. "Well, I should be going. It was very nice meeting you."
Before she could walk away, Frank said, "It's dangerous walking around at this time of night on your own, ma'am."
"I can take care of myself," she told him coolly.
"Oh, I can see that," Frank retorted. "But better safe than sorry, yeah?"
Mia folded her arms across her chest. "What, are you going to walk me home?" The way he froze in response made her regret making the joke.
"Guess so," he told her abruptly. "My old lady would have my head if I let a kid like you go out by yourself."
She almost told him no, she could make it home on her own, but something made Mia pause. The look in his eyes was almost pained and she wondered why that was.
"I think most women would have your head just for referring to them as your old lady." Stepping to the side, Mia turned to face back the way she came. "Let's go, soldier, before my brother sends out a search party."
Frank fell into step beside her. "That likely to happen?"
"He may not seem it, but Tony can be rather overprotective with those he cares about." Mia was rather sure that her brother was probably following her every step via JARVIS as she spoke.
"Hmm. Can't say I blame him. I'd worry too if you were my sister and I found out you were wandering around Hell's Kitchen at night."
"Yes, but you've seen just how capable I am at taking care of myself." She slid her clenched fists into her pockets. Tony was also well aware just how skilled she was and it was probably why he worried.
"Don't matter how good of a fighter you are- you love someone, then you can't help worrying about them when they're out of your sight." The pain in his voice made her chest ache and Mia had to swallow back all her questions. It wasn't her business what happened to him and she shouldn't try to involve herself in it anyway- she was sure to do more harm than good.
"Yes, I suppose that's true- I feel as though worrying about Tony is just a constant state of being for me by now."
"That's because your brother is always pulling stupid shit," Frank grunted.
Mia laughed. "That is the understatement of the year. If he's not creating something that is sure to cause chaos, he's coming up with an idiotic idea that we have to talk him out of."
"You don't sound too bothered."
"He's my brother," she shrugged. "He's family."
Frank didn't respond and when Mia glanced over at him, he seemed to be deep in thought. It didn't appear to be a happy thought though, based on his furrowed brows and the frown pulling the corners of his mouth down.
Mia realized that they were only a few blocks away from the Tower- fully out of Hell's Kitchen- and came to stop. "I think I can make my way from here. I don't want to take up any more of your time."
"You sure?" Frank asked, pulled from his thoughts.
"I'm sure. But," Mia hesitated for a moment, debating with herself. "I… thank you, for offering to walk me back." She sighed. So much for staying out of it. "Look, I know this is very rude and intrusive of me but judging from the bruises on your face and by how tense you are, it's clear that you're in a bit of trouble. I may not look it, but I do have some experience with bad situations. If you ever find yourself needing some help…"
He stared at her, his dark eyes boring into her with an unusual amount of intensity. "You offering to help me? Why? You don't know me, or anything about me."
"You were kind to me. Why is it so strange to think I'd be willing to return the favor?"
"Just because I helped you doesn't make me a good person."
"And just because I have pretty face doesn't make me a saint. I'm not trying to find out your life story, Frank- I'm just… holding out a helping hand that you can choose whether or not to take." Everyone was so willing to help her right now and it felt almost nice to be able to be the one offering help- even if Frank wouldn't accept it.
"I'll keep that in mind then," he retorted, clearly just attempting to placate her.
Mia rolled her eyes. "Please, don't go to too much trouble on my account."
That almost got a laugh out of him and just a bit of the darkness in his eyes dissipated. "You have a good night, ma'am."
"Same to you, soldier."
"I still think this is a bad idea," Tony insisted as he paced back and forth.
Pepper didn't look up from the magazine she was flipping through. "Mia hasn't even been gone for a full hour yet, Tony. This isn't the first time she's wandered off by herself and she's been gone for hours before you started worrying."
"Yeah, well, that was before." Pulling a metal object from his pocket, Tony began to fiddle with it as he walked. "She's still not doing well. You know it, I know it- hell, even the fucking secretary in the lobby probably knows it. She's shouldn't be out on her own. What if she gets hurt? Or kidnapped again?"
Finally giving up on pretense of reading, Pepper tossed the magazine aside and stared at her boyfriend. "I know you're worried about her, Tony- I am too. But we can't try and lock her away forever because we're scared. And, to be perfectly honest, you and I both know that if anyone is hurt tonight, it's not going to be Mia."
Tony flinched. "Yeah, that's also kind of what I'm nervous about. Who knows what she'd do if she hurt someone else."
She understood his concern- Pepper was also worried about just that- but she'd also caught the trapped look in Mia's eyes a few hours ago. "Do you trust her?" was all Pepper asked. "Do you trust Mia?"
Blinking at her in confusion, Tony promptly replied, "Of course I do." No hesitation, no qualifications. Tony Stark trusted Mia and that was all there was to it.
"Then you have to prove it to her," Pepper told him gently, standing up and walking over to stand in front of him. "Right now, Mia is feeling scared, ashamed, and angry. She feels like she's an awful, terrible, worthless person; she's feeling a bit like you did when you came back from the Middle East. And us hovering over her all the time is just going to make her feel worse because it'll look like we also don't trust her and we think she's seconds away from snapping. Mia knows that we'll be there for her, but she needs to feel like we don't think any differently of her than we did before."
Sighing, he muttered, "I just... what if someone gets the jump on her again? Or there's some sort of accident- like if her temperature starts going all over the place again? What if she gets sick?"
"Aw," Pepper couldn't resist teasing. "Look at you, sounding all parental."
He waved her off. "I'm serious, Pep. This is serious. Take this seriously," Tony ordered, pointing a finger at her.
Rolling her eyes, Pepper dryly told him, "Oh, I'm more serious than a heart attack right now. Which is probably what you're going to give yourself if you don't calm down."
Then, much to her dread, Tony's eyes lit up. "We should get her a bodyguard!"
She stared at him in disbelief. "A bodyguard? For Mia?"
"Yes!"
"For the girl who is part Asgardian and part... whatever the hell Carol is?"
"Well who else would I be talking about?"
"Literally anybody else." Pepper reached out and grabbed Tony by the shoulders. "Tony, be serious. It's Mia. What are you going to do- call up Asgard and ask to borrow someone? Because if it's not some kind of alien watching her, then they're honestly not going to be all that useful for a situation Mia couldn't handle herself in."
"No, it's a brilliant idea!"
"What's a brilliant idea?" Almost in unison, Tony and Pepper looked over to see Mia watching them closely, the door to the stairs swinging shut behind her.
"Did you climb the stairs up to here? From the first floor?" Pepper asked in disbelief. She knew Steve had done it a couple of times, but he at least had the decency to be sweating slightly by the time he got up there.
Mia shrugged. "Yes. It wasn't really all that difficult for me. So, what is Tony's latest brilliant idea?"
Before Pepper could stop him, Tony was blurting out, "I'm hiring a bodyguard for you!"
Her eyes widened in surprise before she began blinking rapidly. Tilting her head forward and slightly to the side, Mia said, "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. You're doing what?"
"We are getting you a bodyguard."
Pepper threw her hands up in the air. "There is no we! Don't bring me into this!"
"I don't need a bodyguard!" Mia argued, incensed.
"Sure you do," Tony retorted. "You are the Stark Heiress. You are a Very Important Person. You need a bodyguard."
Scoffing, she replied, "You don't have a bodyguard and you're much more fragile than I am."
"But Pepper does! Pepper has a bodyguard!"
"Did I suddenly grow a few inches and gain blue eyes and red hair? No? Then I'm not Pepper!"
"Should I take offense to that?" Pepper idly wondered, knowing that neither of them were listening to her anymore.
"Look," Tony attempted to placate. "I know that you can look after yourself. But, after everything with your temperature going up and down at random and you passing out, I'm worried that something like that could happen when you're by yourself."
Mia relaxed slightly. "I understand that, Tony. But I cannot have a bodyguard. As far as I'm aware, a bodyguard is supposed to stay with their charge at all times while out in public. They could not do that with me and it's only a matter of time before someone started asking questions that we would not be able to answer. I make frequent trips to MACUSA, have regular meetings with S.H.I.E.L.D., and have gotten into the habit of apparating away without thought. Also, and I cannot stress this enough, I don't want one and if you try and make me put up with a bodyguard then I promise you I will make your wild younger years look positively tame compared to the stunts I will pull."
Her deadly serious tone left Tony at a loss for words and Pepper quickly jumped in. "What if we gave you final approval?" When the siblings turned to look at her, she rolled her eyes and dryly added, "Yeah, I'm involving myself in this now. So, what if you had final approval? We'll do all the legwork finding someone- I have a few contacts with MACUSA because of you that I can call to get names from- and then we'll do our own checks on them. Only then will we inform you so that you can meet themselves and decide if you can stand any of them."
The younger brunette thought it over for a moment. "You know you're setting yourself an impossible task, don't you?" she finally asked.
"Well, if it's so impossible, then you have nothing to worry about."
Throwing her hands up in the air, Mia snapped, "Fine!" before turning on her heel and storming out of the room.
"You are a miracle worker," Tony told her, eyes bright. "I will build an alter to worship you on."
"Don't thank me," she warned him, sitting back down on the couch with a sigh. "If that display was anything to go by, I'm pretty sure we're going to get to experience the joys of raising a moody teenager. Except, of course, that the 'teen' in question is an adult and can do whatever she wants so we have no real authority to exert over her." Looking up at her boyfriend, Pepper asked, "How did your parents discipline you when you were younger and acting up?"
Tony shrugged. "They always just gave me a credit card and went on vacation for a few weeks by themselves. I stayed at home with Jarvis."
"God, your parents were trash."
"Hey!"
"Sorry."
As soon as Mia was back on her floor, she had JARVIS engage security allowing no visitors onto her floor. Stumbling into the living room, she sank down on the rug with a sigh.
"Are you alright, Miss Stark?" JARVIS inquired.
Mia slumped over and curled into a fetal position. "I don't know," she admitted. "This day has turned into such a mess."
"If I may," the AI started delicately. "Sir is just trying his best to protect you."
"I know," Mia whispered. "But I don't want a bodyguard." She didn't want to have someone around to look after her. She didn't want to have another person she needed to keep up appearances for and someone else to worry about getting hurt if another attack should happen. Mia was almost indestructible by Earth standards- what good would a bodyguard do her?
"Miss Stark, it is highly unlikely that Miss Potts and Sir will be able to find anyone matching the criteria that has been set forth."
"I know that, but they still want one." Her chest felt tight as she tried to hold in her sobs. "They want someone to keep an eye on me because they don't... they don't... tru-trust me."
For supposedly only being an AI, JARVIS was doing a very good impression of someone feeling highly distressed. "Miss Stark, I'm sure that it not the case. Sir has stated multiple times that he unequivocally trusts you."
Mia shook her head but didn't reply. "Is Steve in the building?"
JARVIS noticeably hesitated for a moment before answering, "Captain Rogers has returned to D.C. Apparently there was a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. that he could not miss."
Steve was gone. Her mom was gone. Her dad was gone. Bucky was gone. She rolled over so that her face was hidden in the carpet.
She hated feeling like this- always wanting to be left alone when someone was there but then desperately wanting companionship when she was by herself. Why was she such a mess? Why couldn't she figure out just what it was she wanted?
Well, actually, Mia knew what it was she wanted- to jump back in time and come up with another plan so that she didn't do what she'd done. Unless that ending was essentially inevitable. Wasn't that the point that Dabria had been trying to make? That death waits for no one and, if it is your time, then so be it? Or perhaps she was reading too much into that conversation.
If it wasn't for Bucky's memories plaguing her, Mia might have thought that she'd just imagined having a conversation with Death. Such a thing belonged in books of folk and fairytales, not her life. But the nightmares from Bucky were absolutely real and if that was true then everything else must be too.
"Sergeant Barnes… the procedure has already started. You are to be the new first of HYDRA."
Я жду приказаний
Ready to comply.
Mia shot upright. "How…" she trailed off, mind racing.
"Miss Stark?" JARVIS asked.
Ignoring him, Mia stood and strode into her study. Pausing only to snatch a package of sticky notes and a pen, she went to the bookshelf guarding her hidden room and paused. The last time she had gone in there, it was to put on the uniform her mother proudly wore. She had put it on with the hopes of doing good- of being a person her mother could be proud of.
It's just a room, she silently reassured herself.
Taking a deep breath, Mia reached out and pulled on the copy of Matilda. Slipping into the room, her eyes locked on the closed chest in the corner and the piece of paper and small object on the floor next to it that she had left behind before. Setting down her things, Mia hesitantly walked over and scooped the paper and box up off the floor. Opening the note, she read:
Mia,
We had this made for you earlier. Even though we can't physically be there with you now, know that we remain with you wherever you should go.
Love,
Mom (and Dad too even though I'm the one writing this)
Flipping open the lid of the box with trembling fingers, Mia inhaled sharply. It was a necklace with a silver pendant shaped to be her father's symbol- two snakes forming an S- on top of on her mother's star. Carefully picking it up, she immediately realized that it was actually a locket. When she snapped it open, Mia realized that it was possibly the best gift she could have ever hoped for.
Picture after picture appeared in the air an inch or so above the pendant. The first was her favorite picture from their home- the one of her parents holding her in the hospital. There were pictures of them from throughout her second childhood, pictures of her with Tony, Steve, and Pepper that she was sure the redhead must have given her parents at some point, and even one of her with her adoptive parents. So many memories packed into a charm symbolizing who she was- the daughter of Loki and Carol. Of chaos and protection, of lies and honor.
Shutting the locket and slipping the note into her pocket, Mia placed it around her neck. She was so grateful to have not looked at it before the events with the Kree. If she had worn it on that fateful day, it would likely have ended up lost forever.
Turning away, Mia sat down on the floor and ripped open the package of multi-colored notes. Clicking her pen, she began to write furiously, ripping off note after note.
Arnim Zola: arrested 1944
Bucky went missing day Zola arrested- captured by Russians
Zola taken into custody and locked in American prison
When was Zola released?
Who released him?
Zola gave Bucky metal arm and figured out way to wipe his memory
Vasily Karpov- connection to Zola?
How did Zola have access to Bucky?
Where did he experiment on Bucky?
Was Bucky brought back to America or was Zola given free rein to travel by S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Is Bucky being controlled by the Soviets or by HYDRA?
Once she had finished writing down what little facts she had and her many questions, Mia stood and began placing them on the wall in front of her. When she and Clint had first started investigating HYDRA, she had begun digging into the history of S.H.I.E.L.D. in order to try and figure out what the root of all this was. However, her ability to do so was hampered by the fact that she was denied access to S.H.I.E.L.D. files and resources and the fact that someone had done a terrific job of pulling key information out of the things she could find. Her father had given her a name- Vasily Karpov- but that name had led her down a Russian rabbit hole.
"JARVIS," she finally spoke. "I would like privacy protocols put in place for this conversation; I don't want you to tell anyone what you are helping me with."
"Of course, Miss Stark," he agreed. "However, I should remind you, if Sir does ask me directly what it is I am assisting you with, I will have to answer him."
Mia sighed. "That's a risk I'll have to take. I'm trying to find more information about Arnim Zola and his work with the SSR and S.H.I.E.L.D. Are the files Howard Stark kept about him in your records or has Tony not uploaded them yet?"
"Sir uploaded all files pertaining to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the SSR after Director Fury made contact with him," JARVIS told her. "May I ask what exactly you are looking for?"
"I need to create a timeline of his movements. I know he was arrested in 1944 and taken back to America a year or so later and imprisoned here. However, I'm unsure as to when he was released, who released him, and what exactly he was doing afterwards."
"I see. Would you like me to tell you what I find, or would you prefer a paper copy?"
"Paper copy, please," she requested. "Do you happen to know now though why Zola was released?"
JARVIS was quiet for a moment. "According to my records, he was released into the United States custody because of Operation Paperclip- a plan to keep all Nazi scientists out of the hands of the Soviet's. These scientists were brought back to America and allowed to work for the government in exchange for their freedom."
This was the problem with having gone to Hogwarts in her later years rather than continuing with her Muggle education- she had missed out on so many important things. "Are you telling me that the American government was stupid and arrogant enough to let scientists who enjoyed performing torturous experiments on innocent people into their country simply because they didn't want Russia to have them? Including HYDRA scientists- who were a kind of danger to humanity that's in a category all its own?
"In the interest of fairness, it was only one HYDRA scientist since none of the others were brought in alive."
"Well, JARVIS, in the interest of fairness, every time I learn more about the American government and its stupidity, it makes me sad."
"Thank you."
Carol turned around to see Frigga standing behind her. "What?"
"Thank you for all you've done for my son," Frigga elaborated. "All these years, I worried for him. He always seemed so isolated. But knowing that he had you and Mia gives me great relief."
All the anger Carol was currently feeling towards Loki flooded through her and redirected itself towards the woman who called herself Loki's mother. "Maybe if you weren't such a shitty mother and actually tried to help your son, he wouldn't have been so isolated."
Instead of responding to her comment, Frigga just smiled slightly. "You and Mia are very similar, both in looks and attitudes."
Carol really got why Mia seemed to hate this woman so much. "We are pretty similar, but there's one big difference between us- she tends to give two warnings where I give one." Stepping closer Frigga, she spat, "Listen well: if you come anywhere near my daughter again, I'll kill you. I don't care that you're Loki's mother. I don't care that you're the Queen of Asgard. And I really don't care how good you think your intentions are. My kid is off limits to you and so is our home." That had really upset Carol when she'd heard about it- the fact that Frigga had invaded their space and didn't even have the decency to seem apologetic about it afterwards.
Frigga still seemed unbothered. "It would be wise of you to not forget what is to come, Captain. You will need allies in the coming years; you do not have the time for more enemies."
"Oh, don't bother trying that," Carol hissed. "If you know about what's coming then you know what will happen if he isn't stopped. Don't act like you would even consider staying out of the fight unless I play nice with you. After all, we either all win or we all lose. There are no other options when it comes to him. You want to threaten me, you're going to have to do better than that."
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