"𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑
'𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋', 𝐍𝐎𝐓
𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄."
Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova weren't the only girls to escape the clutches of the Red Room Academy, nor were they the only two girls to go on the mission from 1995. The...
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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘 2005
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“Don't doubt it, Don't doubt it”
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄,
in the darkness she found quiet, and in the darkness she found the past waiting for her. Maggie was only helpless to watch as like a kaleidoscope, it all passed by her in a mirage of memories, voices, and bright colors of those who had all come and gone in her life. Each one calling out to her, pulling her to their embrace as so she might never forget them.
“Fire…you have fire..learn how to control it…or find it burning you…” The chilling beauty of Madam Vasilisa flashed before her very eyes as her old teacher hissed in her ear like a snake, the phantom grip of her child hands holding a bruising grip upon her jaw. All just a painful reminder of the cost her so-called ‘perfection’ taken from her.
The warmth of Melian’s embrace as she held her tightly to her chest, rocking her back and forth as she tried to sooth her rattled soul. The pride that once gleamed from her dark and all knowing eyes, and the faint brush of her lips against the crown of her head as she would whisper loving enderments into her curls. Melina, the only mother she had ever known, the only one she would ever know or remember.
‘My girls are…the bravest…in the world…You’re going…..to take…care of….each other…”
Alexei’s goodbye and betrayal rang like a bittersweet bell in her ears, the pain of his actions still a tender scar against the plains of her heart as she could remember the look of remorse in his blue eyes as he sent her and her sisters to their doom. The regret in his eyes a momentary passing as she had fallen to the red covered hands of true evil. Yet, his love, his love was the clostest thing she had ever known of a father’s affection, to having someone briefly protecting her.
