"All set?” Morgan asked Meg. “Yup. You are good to go,” Meg answered. Morgan ran towards the bedroom of Shuri and banged on the door like crazy. “Shuriiii! Open the door!” Morgan yelled. Shuri scrambled out of her bed and hurried towards the door. She threw the door open. “What?” Shuri asked, surely irritated. The whole of last night, Morgan had been bouncing, literally. Occasionally, she came to ‘check’ on Shuri, which apparently, Shuri didn’t like. “Have you drunk a gallon of energy juice?” Shuri asked. “Maybe…but you won’t believe this…The weapon is made! Tomorrow we can go to activate the portal!” Morgan said and then she started to bounce. Shuri wasn’t pleased. Okay, maybe she was…I a little pleased, but on the whole she was just agitated. She slammed the door in Morgan’s face (Morgan’s back, whatever) and went back to sleep. After a while, Shuri’s alarm went off. “Aargh!”  Shuri yelled and threw her phone across the room. “That’s better,” she muttered and went back to sleep.
“Everyone please assemble in the training hall,” Friday’s electronic voice cut through Shuri’s beauty sleep. “Alright,” Shuri mumbled and got of her bed towards the washroom. When she reached the hall, everyone was already there, and Morgan was deciding on who take with her on Mission Portal Activation. As soon as Morgan saw Shuri she said, “And of course, my lab mate, Shuri.” “Oh good, I am so-oo-oo happy,” Shuri said, without the slightest tinge of happiness in her voice. “Why?” Morgan asked. Shuri ignored her question and asked, “Who else is coming with us?” “Mainly the girl gang; Wanda, Carol, you and me,” Morgan answered.
“And Peter,” Peter said.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I said no.”
“I just wanna see!”
“Why? You don’t believe me or my works.”
“Of course I don’t, that’s why I’m coming with you.”
“Then, you are certainly not coming,” Morgan said.
“Oh! Shutup you two; Let him come,” Shuri said. “Fine!” Morgan said, slumping down in a bean-bag.
After having their breakfast, Carol asked, “Hey, what exactly are we throwing in the portal?” “Thought that you will never ask,” Morgan said and snapped her fingers in Morse-code, which of course only Meg understood and a panel on the table slid open revealing a knife, the same knife from Morgan’s dream. “A knife? Why a knife?” Wanda queried. “Umm…never thought about it so much; No specific reason, actually,” Morgan answered. Well, of course it had a reason; she had seen it in her dream. Even if she tried to believe that it was a mere dream, she just couldn’t. It seemed too real, too detailed to be just a dream. She stole a quick glance at Wanda just to be sure that she wasn’t reading her mind. But then again, how would she even know? Morgan waited for someone to intercept…but apparently, all of them had bought her story. Morgan tried not to look too relieved, on the other hand, how could she? She had so much to do. Her to-do list never ended. Never.
In an hour or so, the Avengers selected for the task headed for the top of the building. Peter and Morgan led the way. They reached the top of New York Tower, and took their positions. Morgan got ready. She took a deep breath and hurled the vibranium knife towards the portal. ‘Clank!’ the knife slammed against something and fell down. “What? Meg scan!” Morgan ordered. “Nothing,” Meg answered.  ‘How?’ Morgan thought and walked towards the portal. She put her hand near the place where the knife had slammed and fell. She thrust her right hand forward, for a while nothing happened, and nothing stopped her, but the real horror started when Morgan’s suit began to wither away like tiny bits of paper, exposing her fingers and palm. Morgan was too shocked to move her hand but Meg’s voice boomed in Morgan’s head and ears, “Severe Damage! Cannot Be Repaired!” Morgan withdrew hand as quickly as possible. She looked at her exposed hands. Her heartbeat quickened. ‘The dream was true,’ a chorus of voices seemed to be saying. Somehow, Morgan managed to gather herself up. She went to the same place from where she had made the first attempt, and she unsheathed the knife. Then she threw it again. This time it managed to land a few inches further. 
“WHY?” Morgan shouted. “Calm down girl! We can just research about this some more and come back tomorrow,” Shuri said lowering her gun down. “Stay where you are,” Morgan said and raised her left hand. The knife flew towards her hand; she caught it. “Meg, break the connection with the knife,” Morgan ordered. When it was done, she unsheathed the knife and threw it again; but somewhere she knew that it was not enough. And she was right. Just a few more inches were left, and Morgan knew how to cope with that. She went ahead and picked up the knife, (this time with lesser withering of her suit) and went back to her place. She had been holding the knife by the blade, and when she reached the place, she gripped the knife hard. The knife was killer-edge-sharp, while her hands were A-grade soft. The knife made the cut. Blood travelled along the edge of the knife and dripped, slowly. Morgan threw the knife again, with all of the power in noodle-yet-strong-arms. The knife vanished as soon as it hit the portal. The portal started to shine, brighter, brighter, BRIGHTEST. Everybody squinted or averted the eyes. Then the glow softened, all at once and a rock, about the size of a human fist, rolled on to the floor up till Morgan’s feet. Carol advanced towards the rock, with the special anti-blast jar in her hands. She pressed its bottom on the rock and the rock was inside. “Time to go back home,” Carol said.
Everybody was gathered around the rock. Well, everybody except Morgan. She was too stunned to think straight. She went to bed, but she was too scared to sleep, because of the visions she might have. Morgan was up the whole night, thinking about Meg’s words, “Severe Damage! Cannot Be Repaired!”  Morgan remembered her first dream well-and-good, but the damage to the suit in the dream was too much than in comparison to reality. She knew something was wrong.

“The worst is yet to come,” Morgan kept on thinking.