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>> C h a p t e r N i n e t e e n

I looked around the hut, but I wasn't in the hut.

"What happened?" I asked myself as I rubbed the back of my head as the pounding continued.

"I got the job done." She stated

I looked around and saw everything was covered in ice, everyone was covered in ice.

I gasped and covered my hands over my mouth.

I looked around now and recognized the small room, it was a small café, everyone was frozen solid in the position I iced them in.

They looked terrified, I wanted to remember what I had done but I couldn't, I looked at my hands and saw that they had leather gloves that ended at my knuckles.

I looked at my reflection in the ice and realized I was dressed like the me that was in the hut.

"What have you done?" I asked myself

"What should be done." She hissed

suddenly i felt my self pushed back and her being brought forward.

Speed forward

Steve's POV

"Capt, we have a problem." Natasha said as she walked into the small control room.

"Besides the fact that Pietro left Willow in Bora Bora?" I asked

"She's not in Bora Bora anymore."

"What?" I asked

She brought the tablet towards me and showed me the news story.

The pictures were horrifying, everyone was frozen solid, no survivors.

"What the hell?"

"It was Willow, look at the witness statement."

I looked at the interview and saw a girl that said she saw a blonde women wearing dark makeup and black clothing freeze the place.

"Oh god, what the hell?!"

"They are calling her the Ice Queen."

"What the hell happened to Willow?"

"She has a broken heart Steve."

"Still- she wouldn't do this, she's not like this."

"Pietro hurt her Steve, maybe this was her breaking point."

"No, I refuse to believe this, something is wrong and I am determined to figure out."

Speed forward

Willows POV

I sat down on the small black leather barstool.

"One bourbon." I said to the bartender

"Coming right up." He replied

I looked around the bar as the naked women danced on the poles and the men all laughed drunkly.

The bartender brought me my drink and smiled at me "so what's a girl like you doing here at a strip club?"

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