They were back in Sokovia after winning the fight against the Avengers.
But Lorna couldn’t look at Wanda. Without anger filling her body.
“You know you guys are gonna have to talk some time, right?” Pietro pipes up, to which Lorna just shoots a glare at him.
“Don’t. Don’t try and make it seem like I’m being unreasonable!” Lorna shouts, crossing her arms and moving away from her brother. Her sister was . . . Somewhere in the facility. Not that Lorna wanted to see her.
“Why are you still mad?” He asks with a shrug and Lorna gets even angrier before walking over and smacking upside the head.
“I’m mad because Wanda did her mind games to the Hulk. And you let her. I get that it was to ‘distract’ the Avengers, but it was a horrible thing. And what she made him see, too far. You two are responsible for everyone who died in there. I hope you know that. INNOCENT PEOPLE! LIKE OUR PARENTS!” Lorna could barely contain her anger. She was getting quicker and quicker to anger. It was a bit worrying but she refused to pay attention to that.
“We know that! We just didn’t think –”
“Exactly! You didn’t think! And now people are dead, and children are orphaned. Just. Like. Us. Great job. We’re villains now.” Lorna didn’t wait for a reply before storming off and manipulating the field so she could fly away faster.
The bad feelings getting worse and worse, it was getting suffocating.
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She could finally breathe as she reclines on her favourite couch. Letting the torn leather caress her skin.
She hoped she would see him again. Just, a slice of happiness. No matter how unhealthy it was.
“Marcos. . . I need you, I just. I need to see you. I know you’re a hallucination, but regardless. I need. . . I need.” She couldn’t finish. “My sister killed people today. We made children like us. I’d never wish that life for my worst enemy. To grow up without parents? Without a home. I just can’t see them right now.” She sent a pulse out and turned the lights off as she repositions her body to lay on the couch to sleep, using her leather jacket as a blanket in the cold Sokovian air.
“Good night Marcos.”
“Goodnight Lorna.”
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Her body was jolting slightly as cold air nipped her skin. Her eyes open slightly, but mind still foggy from sleep, in her squinted vision, she sees the form of Marcos.
“Marcos?”
“No, Lorna is me.” Pietro. He must be taking her to the facility. Maybe to see Wanda. She’s still unsure how she feels about it all. Hates the actions, but loves her family.
“Oh.” Is all the replies with as she lets herself wake up more as they arrive.
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Polaris {COMPLETED} {Being Re-Written}
FanfictionIt was a cold and miserable day when the truth was revealed to Lorna. She could still feel the bite of the cold from the exposed room as Baron Von Strucker metaphorically ripped her heart out and squashed it under his boot. The father that raised he...
