𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Her eyes fluttered open, the bright sunlight streaming in through her window. Carrie groaned as she sat up, her body aching from the previous night's battle. She took in her surroundings, her bedroom walls adorned with shelves full of books and her see-through curtains hanging above her window. The light was blinding, but she couldn't help but smile as she realized she had made it through another night.

As she pulled the duvet off of her, she yawned and stretched her arms above her head. It was then that she noticed she was still in her Dark Angel attire. She couldn't help but smirk as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had saved a woman from being raped and had ended up in a rooftop battle with Black Sky - Charlie. She also remembered being carried by Daredevil after passing out, remembering his warmth and protectiveness over her. 

Suddenly, she heard Amy's voice. "Oh, great, you're alive!"

Carrie turned her head to see her friend standing in the doorway, a look of relief on her face. Her head was pounding, but she managed to chuckle weakly at Amy's remark. "I was scared I might go to another funeral," Amy continued.

Carrie couldn't help but chuckle weakly at her friend's remark. "I'm not that easy to take down," she replied, her voice hoarse from the night's events. "But I could use some coffee."

As she got up from her bed, Amy asked, "But in all seriousness, how are you feeling?"

She knew that Amy had been worried sick about her. "I'm fine, Amy," she said, her voice still a little hoarse. "Just a little sore."

Amy nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, you scared me, you know," she said, walking over to the bed. "I thought I was going to lose my best friend."

Carrie reached out and took Amy's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, her voice firm. "I promise."

Amy smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I don't know what I'd do without you."

Carrie pulled her friend into a tight hug, feeling the warmth of her body against hers. "You'll never have to find out," she whispered, holding Amy close.

As they pulled away from each other, Carrie couldn't help but feel grateful for her friend's unwavering support. She knew that she wouldn't have made it through the night without Amy by her side. And as she looked out the window, she knew that there were more battles to come.

As the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, Carrie gracefully changed out of her Dark Angel outfit, revealing her true self. With a sigh of relief, she slipped into a cozy grey hoodie and comfortable sweatpants, embracing the warmth and comfort they offered. It felt like a complete transformation, as if she had shed her alter ego and entered a world of familiarity and tranquility.

As she walked towards the kitchen, the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, captivating her senses. The clinking of plates and the soft hum of conversation welcomed her as she entered the room. Her friends, who had been patiently waiting, looked up with smiles on their faces, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Taking a seat at the table, Carrie couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The morning routine had become a cherished tradition, a moment of respite from the chaos of their lives. It was a time for them to come together, share stories and laughter, and simply be themselves.

As the breakfast spread was laid out before them, a symphony of flavors and colors, Carrie couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds they had formed. Each bite was savored, each sip of coffee a moment of pure bliss.