Only Got Just One Life{Avetis}

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Felicity sat in a coffee shop in Ireland, nursing what had to be one of the worst headaches she had ever experienced. She had shadow traveled out of some forest in Ukraine to an alley in Italy and walked around the corner finding herself in a queue to a club. She didn't know a lick of Italian but she was tired and just stayed in the line instead of fighting the hassle of trying to get over the barricade to her side. As she sat in line everything her informer replied in her head. Well, everything about Remus. Moving on, well good for him. He hand had gone to the now naked ring finger where her engagement ring use to be. She hadn't got rid of it, it was in a safe place, she couldn't bring herself to get rid of it. What she did want to get rid of was her memories again. So, she stayed in the line, she went into the club and took to the atmosphere of drinking and dancing to the loud music. And the rumors were true, Italian guys were really friendly. After a few hours of dancing the night away and drinking her stress and feelings away she almost found herself in an awkward situation, leaving the club with some guy who spoke broken English. She wasn't in the right frame of mind, but their walk was interrupted by a monster showing up, the guy ran of screaming, he definitely wasn't a Roman and Felicity was way too out of it to stand up to the monster so she ran into a shadow, mindlessly, never a good idea and found herself in some random street of Ireland, thankfully vacant. She stumbled to the nearest hostel and booked a quick room with some spare change she had and drifted off to a quick sleep.

It had been a couple of days now that she had been in Ireland and overall it was peaceful, calm, serene. But gods, did she still have a headache from that night. It must have been from the drunken, mindless shadow traveling. Felicity hadn't done anything with her powers since because of her head. But slowly, the migraine was healing. Perhaps today she would move again. Not too far, but just enough to get any monsters off her trail, which she had been thankful hadn't shown up yet during her stay in Ireland. No, instead she had just found herself finding a taste for Celtic music as it was always playing in this little cafe.

Felicity took a sip of her coffee, relaxing to the music playing softly. As she finished her cup she put the money down and stood up, walking along the cobblestone road. She listened to some of the people talk, it was kinda hard to try to decipher through the Irish accent but after a couple of days her ears had slowly grown accustomed to it. She passed a bookstore that had books and postcards sitting outside for purchase and stopped at the postcard rack. The words she told Clare awhile ago hitting her. Clare had gotten engaged and Felicity said she would try to send her a postcard. Could you send a postcard without putting a return address? Also, who looked at the mail? Anyone who would recognize her handwriting or would they not care? Either way, Felicity soon found herself standing at the rack, looking through the postcards. There were some funny ones that brought a slight laugh from Felicity and then there was really scenic ones.

Felicity gave a soft smile as she say a familiar picture on one of the postcards. It had been in her shoe box. That silly little box of dreams she had long ago full of newspaper and magazine clippings showing places around the world. Her travel wishlist. She had started it as soon as she got in the legion. What would little ten year old Felicity had thought if she knew that in eight years she would be where the present day Felicity was. She probably wouldn't believe it. True, Felicity had had amnesia, but slowly her memories had come, well, a majority of them. But she remembered herself at ten. She was a ball of energy who always looked on the bright side of life. Heck, she was afraid of the dark for crying out loud. Some kid of Pluto. She wanted to change the stereotype and now look at her, fitting into it perfectly. Alone, holding grudges, and sticking to the darkness.

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notes: You do not have to come close to meeting that. I just need to wrap her to where she was and try to explain her emotions and stuff. Also, I've gotten back into polyvoring so, yeah outfit.

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Felicity Weingarten. Former centurion at Camp Jupiter, then run through the mill with the whole Saturn business (not his problem), dishonorably discharged, and now assumed dead. Key word: assumed. Not to mention, daughter of one of the Big Three. With a grudge against Camp, it would seem, or why else would she be running? Either way, he’d get to the bottom of it. The point was, she was a valuable target. Or perhaps ‘target’ was the wrong word, maybe ‘addition’. Yes, that would work. At the moment, he was running a little dry on people he could count on. Sure, there was a whole secret branch in the government that he considered himself lord over even if he wasn’t, but ever since Evelyn had gone to camp, it had mostly been him and Skylar. And, well, he didn’t fully trust that girl. She vanished a little too often and she’d be a fool to think he didn’t notice. Evelyn came to visit sometimes, but she was a busy girl, growing up and going through all that went with that. Things he wished she would confide in him, seeing as he cared about her more than anyone on this planet, but, well, she was coming of age on her own. As any Roman should. He would have never guessed himself to be a father figure, but when she came into the picture, that changed. He wasn’t a softy, no, but he was there for her. Just like he had been there for Skylar, though she was considerably older than Eve.

What he needed was a new ‘family’ member. And he was on the market for misunderstood powerhouses. Thus miss Weingarten grabbed his attention once he learned that her death had been faked. Long story, that one, and not one he cared to go into. Safe to simply say he had his resources. So this was his mission. He hadn’t told Skylar (like she had room to talk about walking out randomly), he hadn’t told Eve but for that he had business to take care of, and he left. So far he had been hunting for this girl nearly a month. Her trail was so close every time, but since she could shadowtravel, there was always no telling where she would head off to next. She wasn’t restricted to things like airplanes or buses like he was. Oh, what he would do for that kind of power. But he made up for it in his own ways, just not in the travel area. That was why it took him so long on this particular excursion.

Eventually he found himself in a quaint little town in Ireland. A little too homey for him. And he stood out here, in his black clothing and eye patch, not that he would trade these things; well, the eye patch he really couldn’t unless he opted for sunglasses to hide his busted eye. But sometimes he liked going for that foreboding look. It got reactions. And he wasn’t here to buy a puppy. Finally he found her, identifiable by the pictures he had commandeered. That and her outfit was blatantly not from around here that he knew of. He walked up behind her and examined the postcard rack she was engrossed in. “I used to think the brilliant green in the photos of Ireland was photoshopped. Until I came here.” He looked to the young woman. “Worth sending home, I’d say.”

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Notes: was not up to my game, but in my defense, it’s 1:45 am…

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She had reached up to grab one that she liked and hoped that Clare would like when she heard the voice behind her. Thankfully she didn't jump, despite being caught off guard. He was probably just some guy making small chat. She couldn't be suspicious of everyone, then she would always live her life in fear that someone was going to kill her. Besides, she had been on the run from monsters for days and having an actually person to talk to instead of a monster to fight sounded like a much better idea. Even if it was over silly chit chat like the green landscape of Ireland. She turned her head to glance at him. He had an American accent, she knew that so he must have been a tourist but wow did he stand out, and she wasn't exactly talking about the eye patch being the reason to stand out. He just had this auspicious demeanor.

"Yeah, I planned on sending a few postcards to some friends. Hard to choose which ones though." Felicity said, continuing the silly chat. Plus, it wasn't exactly a lie because she did plan on sending some home, Clare and Amelia can easily get theirs through the snail mail service, the ones she wanted to keep she could keep, which just so happened to be the ones she wanted to show Remus too. But ya know, she figured that if she ever goes back to camp and she shows Remus and gives them to him that she'll still be able to see him because hopefully they could rekindle whatever they have. Heck, is she still even engaged to him? What do you do when that happens? Then again, I'm sure no one has had to deal with it before. Yep, Felicity was obviously a trendsetter when it came to relationships. Though she would highly recommend that people do not follow in her footsteps.

"What about you? Going to send any postcard back to your family?" Felicity asked trying to be polite. Gods, this conversation was getting annoying. Can she just pay for the postcards and go? She reached into her pocket and stopped. Of course, she didn't have anymore money in her pocket. She really wanted the postcards though. She looked through the door to see the shop owner and noticed that he was busy and honestly, this was kinda begging to happen. It was a good thing Felicity hung around Josh too much before all the Saturn stuff happened. "Well, it was nice meeting you." Felicity said as she turned to walk away, stuffing the postcards nonchalantly in her pocket as she "accidentally" runs into him, using him as a cover. "Oh my gods, I am so sorry." Felicity said and went to walk away from him once the postcards were happily hidden away from view.

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notes: so short, I am so sorry

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Avetis pretended to look over the display of postcards. He honestly had no interest in the glorified pictures though. They were facades, nothing more. Showing the most beautiful parts of things to cover up the less appealing. That and he wasn’t one for touristy things. However, he would act the part to get his foot in the door. “Well, I’m sure your friends would appreciate the thought no matter the picture.” Curious, though, that one who feigned her own death would be even considering sending postcards to anyone. Like putting up a big neon sign saying ‘hi, I’m actually alive!’ She was a strange one, this girl. Though she would have no need of friends when he was through with her. Or… if she refused, well, then he might just see to it that she never saw said friends again. It almost brought a smirk to his face, but he kept it from reaching the surface.

He shrugged at her question. “Possibly. Though I prefer to just buy a disposable camera for the job. Tell the whole story instead of the image someone else takes for you.” He was growing tired of this banter about postcards. Luckily, it appeared so was she. Good. They were on the same page then. He nodded his head to her curtly. He was about to say something in response when she bumped into him. He automatically caught her free arm that wasn’t stealing postcards – yes, he did notice that one. “Careful there, Miss Weingarten.” He said offhand, expecting to catch her attention by using her name like that. Good. Show her he was not one to just be walked away from.

Well, that, and he didn’t let go of her arm, even if his grip was light. That part could easily change. He could let go if things went his way, or he could tighten his grip if she decided to fight. Thanks to airport customs, he didn’t have his usual gun with him, but he was still well-trained in hand-to-hand combat. He knew which strikes could do some real damage, and he was pretty proficient at making said strikes. He just hoped it didn’t have to come to that. While he was not against violence at the right time and place… well, for starters, this was a highly visible mortal place. And for seconds, he rather liked the fine art of persuasion and intimidation. He had trained long and hard in his art and he liked to think he was the best at it, though that could be his inherent pride doing that bit. Either way. He did, however, believe this Felicity girl would be good addition. She was well-known for being... aggressive. Good on her.

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Word Count: somewhere around 450 after the edit... I have no clue
Notes: it’s ok, mine was worse. Sorry! lol

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Upon feeling her arm grabbed she had instincts running through that she quickly disintegrated. The guy was probably just doing it out of reflex, besides, it was her who had bumped into him. She should have expected something like that. However, one thing she was not expecting was what he said. She stood there, a little confused as she looked up at him with her eyebrows knit in confusion and thought as she quickly ran through their conversation. Had she introduced herself? No, she hadn't, they had just ran over a stupid conversation about postcards and all that jazz. Then how did he know her name? Was he a god? Not one she had ever seen before. Though, that was a possibility. Apollo had known she was alive, but that was different, he was the god of prophecies, he knew almost everything there was to know about what is going to happen. Then there was Venus, but she only knew because Felicity had given Amelia advice and the goddess felt it was her personal business to thank her for it and leave her on the side of the road in an almost anxiety attack like state. Then, finally, there was Discordia, who knew Felicity was alive for obvious reasons. But just who was this person and why did he know her name, let alone, know she was alive.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Who are you?" Felicity asked as she stared at him, not hostile, yet. Though, she wouldn't feel bad if she decided to go to a hostile nature and attack him. She had done it before with people. Finally, her brain kicked back into gear and realized the situation and practically shouted at her with a reminder that the creepy guy who knew who she was was holding her hand. Strike two for the creepy guy.

"And how do you know my name?" Felicity asked him as she tried to pull her arm away, which, his grip wasn't a strong one on her arm but she had a feeling he as capable of forcing a hard enough grip to cut off her blood flow and that was something she would like to avoid. So, she set up to try to slowly pull her arm out of his grasp as she kept her eyes on him. That was an intimidation tactic, wasn't it? Keep eyes on them to assert your dominance. God or not, Felicity wasn't going to let this guy bully her around.

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notes: I'm sure it'll get longer the further we get into this thread xD

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Ah, yes. Intimidation at work. Wasn’t it beautiful? He could almost see her mind racing, trying to make sense of what he’d said. It was hard not to smirk, but he managed. In fact, he pretended – quite well, he thought – as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Just a nice regular encounter between two old friends. Sort of. Minus the fact that he had researched the blue blazes out of her and she had no clue before just now that he existed. Ah, the thrill of the chase though. Good fun. In his book, at least. And from what he had seen, something that was instilled in his colleague and his niece as well. Good thing.

He smiled in response to her would be glare. Oh, yes, he could tell she was not in a good mood at the moment, though could he blame her? If situations were reversed… well, he’d likely have already broken the hand of anyone who dared touch him… but that was beside the point. He was the bigger one now. Not like his time in the legion, when he has been so behind in his growth spurts it was embarrassing. Something that did not aid his already bullied status. Who was the bully now? No, he preferred not to think of himself as a bully so much as simply the one on the field with the bigger threat power. He shrugged like it was nothing much, as if they might be commenting on the weather or the like. “I’m sorry, how rude of me. My name is Avetis Washinton. I’ve come quite a long way to make your acquaintance, Miss Weingarten. I was hoping we could have a civil conversation perhaps? I could use something to drink, so why not a coffee bar. My treat.”

People liked coffee right? That was a good place to start. Back in his air force days, some people downed more coffee than they did water. He, though, was more one for southern style sweet tea. Odd, perhaps, but that was him. He wasn’t addicted to the stuff like some people – such as his mother, rest her soul, but she had spent her early years in Louisiana, so that was sort of to be expected. However, he did enjoy it every once in a while. “As to how do I know your name, well, we can get to that over that drink. Let’s just say you’ve made quite a few waves, Felicity – may I call you Felicity? – that have not gone unnoticed.”

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Felicity was frozen, perhaps not from fear, but maybe a mix of intrigue with fear. His eye patch helped make him intimidating, that was for sure. But his accent was American, just like hers. At least it wasn't something also intimating, like German. Then she would really be petrified. She took a quick, calming breath and moved her hand out of his grip. "Fine. Coffee. Only because you've peaked my interest. I want to know exactly who has information on me. It's a violation of privacy! No one needs to snoop into my life. I even hate my stupid file back at the camp." Felicity said finishing on a huff. "Sorry, I was about to ramble." Felicity added before burying her hands in the pockets of her jacket. It may still be a bit warm back where camp was but in Ireland it was already getting the nip of fall in the air. Which, much like what happened on the quest. Felicity had ended up not bringing winter clothes. Honestly, all the clothes she had brought were the ones on her back after her "death" so, a lot of war armor. She had to find a place in the woods to hide them and that's been the spot she had kept all her personal belongings so far. Even her engagement ring.

Her finger felt awkwardly bare without it. But that was the past. What was happening at camp, that was them. She was here. Sure, she had been contemplating talking to Discordia and saying her goodbyes and heading back to camp but after hearing that practically everyone had moved on, that had been the tipping point. She had no reason to go back now. They were living their life and that was all that mattered. She had always told herself at the beginning that given enough time they would all move on, but a part of her wished they never would. Stupid selfish thinking. Fine, she would pay the price now. Be a nomad all her life or whatever, or get eaten by a monster. At least she had learned that that one famous forest in Germany was littered with monsters. That was a bad day. She had to stitch up her own wounds with some stolen medical equipment that evening. But she had gotten use to running away from the monsters, granted a few mortals saw the monsters occasionally and a random news story would pop up, but that was the price to pay for surviving. Running away wasn't very Roman, but she wasn't going to fight herself to exhaustion. Not when she had shadow travel on her side.

"Any specific coffee place in mind? Or just the random one we find. And yeah, you can call me Felicity. I don't care. And what do I call you? Mr. Washington? Pirate Washington? Avetis? Mad-Eye moody?" Felicity asked with dry sarcasm. It was rude to make puns about his handicap but this morning Felicitys manners seemed to not be working.

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Avetis smiled. Not like a cold and creepy smile, if it was possible not to seem that way given the situation. Then coffee it would be. He chuckled at her ramble. “Quite alright. Rambling is nothing to hold against you. I suppose we all do it at some point.” He decided not to mention that said rambling usually happened when one was afraid, which he had a feeling played into this instance. “And perfectly understandable. I shall share with you what I know, of course, as is only fair.” He watched a long moment as she seemed to be pondering something. He was tempted to ask, but had a feeling he would get a false answer to cover the truth. They didn’t exactly know each other and that sort. So he couldn’t expect to get completely honest answers on touchy topics, in case that was what this was. By the look in her eyes, it likely was.

However, not even a minute passed before she was talking again and seemed to have moved on. He ignored her sarcasm, and her name-calling. “You may call me Avetis.” Without another word, he set off down the road. “With any luck, the first place we come across. Preferably not too crowded, to allow for individual conversation, so nothing fancy. Whatever we find that suits our purposes.” He didn’t look behind him, but instead expected that she would follow. She had said that he had her curiosity, so it would seem silly for her not to follow. If she didn’t, well, he could hunt her down again. He had not come all this way for nothing. Finding an uncrowded coffee shop at this hour was proving difficult thought. He passed by two, simply glancing in through the windows to decide they were not right. Felicity would have to live with the wait, but he wanted a private conversation. That and he wasn’t one for expensive coffee. Lattes and frappacinos and whatever the heck they called some of those other froo-froo so called coffee drinks. Not his style. He liked it black, with one packet of Splenda.

Finally, they got to one that was neither too crowded nor too froo-froo. He opened the door for her and followed her in. The place, as any coffee shop, smelled wonderful. The menu on the wall was simple and straightforward and only had a few fancy things and everything at decent prices and besides the employee at the counter, there was only one other person in here. Perfect. He pulled out his wallet as he went to the counter. “I’ll take one coffee and…” He looked to Felicity, nodding to her to tell her to order her drink. “and whatever she is having.”

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She kept a close eye on him as he started walking off while talking. Not even her jests had gotten to him. He must have been good at hiding annoyance or had too much of a stick up his bum to care about playground jests like that. Felicity certainly was curious now, to figure out what this guy wanted to talk about and just what was he working for. Everyone always had an agenda, especially if they made it a point of traveling and tracking her down, so she followed after him. Watching the everyday scene that went on along the road. It would definitely not turn out well if things went south and she had to attack or use her powers in front of him. Felicity wasn't certain just how much the mist would cover up and she didn't exactly want to make national headlines that somehow wound its way back to America. That would be a terrible way for people to see that she was alive. Since she wasn't really in the mood to do idle chatter as she walked she didn't question why they hadn't gone to the more crowded coffee shops and instead just followed along dutifully.

As she followed him into the coffee shop of his choice the first thing she noticed was how private it was, with less people around. Well, there goes hopefully having a witness if this guy planned on killing her on the spot. Not that she was afraid, just cautious... okay, a little afraid. But wouldn't you be afraid if a guy came up to you and knew your name and you knew nothing about him except that his eye patch was extremely tacky. As he nodded at her she was suddenly brought out of her thoughts. Right, coffee. What did they have? Pretty simple stuff, ah, but they did have mocha as an option and yep, a shot of peppermint option. Peppermint mochas, her favorite. "Um, can I have a mocha with a shot of peppermint please?" Felicity asked as the guy took their order and Felicity walked around the shop, which was quite small, and started reading the little daily bulletins brought out by the community. She just wanted to also distance herself from the eye-patch dude until it became absolutely necessary to talk to him. That, and she wanted to make sure she had her composure solid so that it wouldn't break at all. Once the coffees were done, she walked back over and grabbed her and took a seat, waiting for him. "So, spill it. Why do you know me, how did you find me, and why did you care so much to seek me out."

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Avetis paid for their drinks and watched out of the corner of his good eye as Felicity walked away. He could remember when he’d been that… cautious. She had every right to be, of course, he wasn’t knocking that. A stranger had walked up to her and professed to know her name and other information about her. Had he been in her shoes, he would probably be cautious too. But Felicity Weingarten… she was a bit foolhardy. Directionless. Pulled this way and that by the whim of the Fates. They all were to some degree, but her especially. Surely she believed herself in control, which was probably why she had run away from that camp: to prove to herself that she was in control of her own destiny. It did stride a chord with Avetis. He had always been a bit of one quick to react, especially when the reaction involved anger, which it usually did. Or pride. Thankfully, though, his anger was cold instead of the hot flashes less fortunate demigods dealt with, and he had come to be able to control his pride. Mostly. But he could understand wanting to get out of the horrid camp. It didn’t understand true giftedness and lavished honor on the unworthy. Fools. For a moment, his old bitterness got the better of him, but thankfully in that moment, the barista set the coffees down on the counter and Felicity returned, which pulled him out of his reminiscing.

He picked up his coffee and followed her to the table of her choosing, taking a seat across from her. He nodded slightly at her demand and took his time taking the lid off his coffee to tap some of the available artificial sweetener into it (because straight up coffee was not his favorite, even if he didn’t like to admit it). That and he was stalling for time. Not because he was scared to talk, heavens no. He was plenty confident. He just liked to be in control of the moment, and creating a little bit of anticipation was good in his book. He placed the lid back on, carefully swirled the cup gently in the air to mix the sweetener some, and took a sip. “There we are, much better.” He sat back. “So, to business. Let’s start from the top. I’m a demigod just as yourself, and have been through Camp Jupiter in my time, so I have somewhat of a vested interest in my alma mater. And I must say, you have been making quite a mark during your time there. You caught my interest, so I looked into it. As you said, information is available for those who know how to get to it.” He decided it best not to mention that it had actually been Eve’s aid that had given him all this information. “You’ve been through a lot, I must say, and your theatrics in the recent war had me convinced for a while that the Fates had finally caught up to you. But it happens you stayed a step ahead of them yet again. As for how I found out about that… well, no mortal is invisible. How I found you… well, isn’t that an interesting one. I’ve been following your bread crump trail for some time, and by sheer luck I caught up with you. Why? Because you are gifted beyond what that old camp of yours would recognize. Trust me, though I am no big three child, I sympathize. That is why I am here. I want to offer you a chance to truly be recognized for the talented young lady that you are.” He fell silent, watching and gaging her reaction.

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Felicity sipped her coffee as she listen to the endless droning that was coming out of this characters mouth. Honestly, what demigod would even care about the rag tag camp of overpowered teenagers once they left it? Then again, Felicity herself had found herself taking a particular interest in it, mainly because of the people associated with it, but that was a different story. The newspaper on the table next to them caught her eyes as she read over the headline and the following story of the local paper as she listened to Avetis. It was talking about how some local school finally got some funding needed due to a government issued grant thanks to the school obtaining better grades the past year. It was a bit confusing to Felicity though. Did grades from the student really determine if the school got funded or not? She thought back to when she was still in school, it was still elementary school but she remembered taking those stupid state standardized tests and being taught everything a certain way. She remembered when someone in her class figured out a math problem a different way from the way the teacher taught them but yet she got poor marks on the assignment due to the reason. It seemed odd, but upon reading that story it made Felicity wonder if schools just taught the test to get the grades to get the money in the end. Seemed stupid. She supposed the outside world wasn't a great as her imagination made it out to be.

Gifted beyond the camp. Tell her something she didn't know. But what reason would she have to be recognized? There was nothing for her to gain. What, be powerful and use her powers to entice fear in others? That's not how she wanted to be remembered. Besides, this was starting to sound a little familiar to how Saturn pulled her into his plan. True, he went on her want for a familiar and this was Avetis using her practicing of powers to try to entice her to further them. What was this guys plan? She couldn't help but be a little interested. After all, he said he had an interest in Camp Jupiter, but what kind of interest? A little conversation to figure out his plan wouldn't be so bad, besides if he intended harm Felicity could warn camp if she ever choose to return. Though, honestly the potential of returning was sounding less appealing as each day passed.

Felicity took another sip of her coffee before turning her gaze back on Avetis. "A chance to be truly recognized, huh? Sounds appealing, so what's the catch? There's always a catch. Do you have some secret plot to take over the world or something, or better yet, is this about the Avengers Initiative. You know, you do look like the Nick Fury in the most recent comic books. Got the whole eye patch thing down too. Will I get to meet Captain America, you know, I always did have a bit of a fangirl crush on him." Was she being stupidly sarcastic, yes. She was hoping it would rile him up some to reveal any catch or terms she would have to sign her life or soul away for. Not like there was much left of a life to sign away anyway. She was already a murderer, and no, it wasn't because of the wars, it was because she was letting herself fall into the shadows of her powers and maybe that was where she belonged anyway.

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