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prologue "this is not a hero's story..."
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THIS IS NOT A HERO'S STORY, ISABELLE won't allow it. Forty-three days have passed since she was plucked from her home in the Upper East Side, trading walks past Saint Laurent on her way to school, to a room at the end of a corridor, with a tiny window, iron bars blocking most of the light trying to bleed through. Part of her worried she'd lose all of her freckles, in the forty days she was locked away by HYDRA... She didn't, she realised, when she was discovered three days ago by the Avengers; she had glanced down at her hands, saw the ginger freckles still marking her skin, and thought, Thank Satan.
Three days ago she was brought here, to Avengers Tower in New York. Her nanny Marie knows them — she doesn't know why, but she suspects it's something to do with World War Two, when Marie sold her soul to the devil in exchange for immortality, in order to survive the raid of Nazis after Princess Marie of Belgium. Isabelle used to ask Marie all of the time, what happened in the olden days... It would always be thrown back with, "Just be grateful there aren't any of those bad men left."
Isabelle sits in one of the rooms. She woke up a few hours once she'd arrived, with a hazy recollection of how she made herself known to the Avengers: she had used the last of her energy to coerce one of the guards into stepping too close to the iron bars making up the door. Crocodile tears ran down her cheeks, and just like that, the man felt bad, the man moved too close — and Isabelle grabbed his collar through the bars, knocking him out and grabbing the keys in the process.
Because here's the thing: she knows she's different. Once upon a time her father sold his soul to the devil for a child, and he was given the devil's own daughter. And she knows that HYDRA know who she is, too — as soon as she opened her apartment door, and the man in black addressed her as Morningstar, she knew something bad was going to happen. She didn't expect being kidnapped by fucking HYDRA being that, but is anything really surprising when you can turn into a fucking bat?
