(bad dream)

NEW YORK, 2014

Hey Queenie, here waiting :)

"Nat's here. I'll be back in a couple of days. Be good. I love you both." Visaena said to her children. Ever since reuniting with Steve, Visaena had undoubtedly brightened up. 

While she may have been kind and happy with her children, she was mostly cold and had a short temper with anyone who wasn't her family. Since living on earth permanently again, she had become a full-time agent. As one of the founders of SHIELD, Visaena had free will to do as she pleased.

Luke nodded at his mother giving her a quick hug as she kissed his head. Elia however, was sat off on the couch in a daze, weaving a spider through her fingers.

"Take care of her, please," Visaena muttered to her son. Even though Luke was much younger than his sister, he always acted as the older sibling. Ever since she was a child, Eliana had been quiet. It was the downside that came with her prophetic abilities. Lucerys nodded at his mother one last time before she left the house.

"Tell Aunt Nat I said hi!" He shouted after her. Visaena remembered the first time she met the agent. Fury had asked Visaena for some help, which he rarely ever did. She remembered how stubborn the redhead was. She did not want the queen to join her for the mission but alas she had no choice. Since then, the two women had become fast friends. Natasha had become a staple in the Hightower household. Each of them adored her. She even made Eliana a bit more talkative, and Jace less angry.

"Natalia." She greeted.

"Luke said hi." She spoke, with a smile getting into the car. The assassin was wearing a casual black leather jacket, normal earth clothing. But Visaena was wearing something a bit more formal. It was a dark green dress made by Celestian dressmakers. It had a plunging neckline, with white detailing stitched. She also wore her mother's circlet, with her dark hair down. Some would say over the top, but it helped Vi feel closer to home. Though there was the odd time she would wear normal human clothes, it was rare.

"Nice dress queenie." Early in their friendship, Natasha would tease Vi for her outfit choices, but she had come to enjoy seeing what the queen would wear on specific occasions. For missions, the queen would wear lighter dresses (ones that made it easy to transform into her suit). Natasha had also given her the nickname 'queenie' since knowing her. Visaena shut her side of the door as Natasha sped away. They stopped in front of Steve and another man Visaena didn't recognize.

"Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up another fossil." Natasha remarked. There wasn't a day that went by where she didn't make a joke about their ages.

"That's hilarious," Steve replied walking towards the car. Saena just rolled her eyes.

"How you doing?" The unknown man, who Vi now knows as Sam Wilson, said, eyeing up the women and the car. (she couldn't help but look into his mind... what? you would too!)

"Hey, Sam." The queen replied, flashing her eyes with a quick green glow. She liked to trick people now and then. He looked at her, bewilderment flashing across his face.

"Can't run everywhere," Steve said to his friend, settling in the backseat.

"No, you can't." Sam watched as Natasha quickly pulled away and drove off.

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Flying over the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean, the team of SHIELD agents, led by Brock Rumlow, prepared for their mission. He briefed the team, his voice cutting through the noise. Visaena never liked him, he always ordered her around as if she wasn't one of the founders of SHIELD.

"The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago."

Steve looked at Rumlow with a determined expression. "Any demands?"

"A billion and a half," Rumlow replied curtly.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Why so steep?"

"Because it's SHIELD's," Rumlow said, the implication clear.

Steve nodded. "So, it's not off-course, it's trespassing."

Natasha added nonchalantly, "I'm sure they have a good reason." Visaena blinked already tired of this mission, wishing she was at home with her children.

Steve sighed; his frustration evident. "You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor."

Natasha shrugged. "Relax, it's not that complicated."

Visaena, standing nearby, added with a smirk, "Everything's complicated when it involves Nick."

Steve shifted his focus back to Rumlow. "How many pirates?"

"Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy," Rumlow said, displaying a photo on the monitor.

"Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties."

Steve studied the image intently. "Hostages?"

Rumlow pulled up another photo. "Uh...mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell. They're in the galley."

Steve frowned. "What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship? Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, Visaena, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get 'em out. Let's move."

Rumlow's voice carried authority as he addressed the team. "STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up."

As they readied themselves to dive off the jet, Steve spoke into his wrist communicator. "Secure channel seven."

Natasha responded smoothly. "Seven secure. Did you do anything fun Saturday night?"

Steve's tone was dry. "Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so... No, not really."

Visaena chuckled softly. "I spent the night trying to get Elia to stop bringing spiders into the house. Children are exhausting."

Steve smiled slightly at that. Ever since being out of the ice, he had become immensely close with the Hightower children. He knew Bucky would have wanted him to look after them, so he made it his life mission to protect them.

The pilot's voice crackled over the radio. "Coming up by the drop zone, Cap."

Natasha gave Steve a sidelong glance. "You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'd probably say yes."

Steve shook his head slightly. "That's why I don't ask."

"Too shy or too scared?" Visaena teased.

"Too busy!" Steve shot back, just before he leaped out of the jet.

Visaena watched him go, shaking her head with a smile. "He's always jumping into things headfirst."

One of the STRIKE agents watched Steve go, incredulous. "Was he wearing a parachute?"

Rumlow allowed himself a small, amused smile. "No. No, he wasn't."

Visaena stood in the aircraft, she was clad in a flowing dress, the fabric floating around her as the wind from the open hatch swirled through the cabin. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, summoning the powers that lay within her.

A dark green glow began to stem from her body, starting from her fingertips and spreading outward. The glow encased her entirely, shimmering with light. Her dress began to shift and morph, the fabric transforming as if it were alive. The delicate material thickened and reformed, hardening into a sleek, armored suit designed for combat.

Her mission suit was a phenomenon of Celestrian technology—dark, flexible, and virtually indestructible. The green jewels embedded in the suit glinted, harmonizing with the glow of her powers. The transformation was seamless.

Visaena opened her eyes, now glowing with the same dark green light, and looked at Natasha, who nodded approvingly. With a confident smile, Visaena moved to the edge of the open hatch, the wind whipping her hair back.

"Ready?" Natasha asked, her voice barely audible over the roar of the engines.

Visaena nodded. "Always."

With that, she stepped out of the aircraft, her body enveloped in the green aura. As she plummeted towards the ocean below, she stretched her arms out, allowing her powers to take full effect. The green glow intensified, and her descent slowed, the energy surrounding her acting as a cushion against the pull of gravity.

She angled her body, directing her flight towards the Lemurian Star. Her powers created a shield of force around her, cutting through the wind and guiding her path. The sensation was exhilarating—like flying on a current of pure energy.

As she neared the ship, she focused her mind, pinpointing her landing spot. With a final surge of power, she adjusted her descent, landing gracefully on the deck of the ship. The green aura dissipated, leaving her standing ready for battle, her suit glinting in the harsh light.

Natasha and another agent parachuted down onto the deck to join them. As they landed, Natasha continued her conversation with Steve.

"What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice," Natasha suggested, her tone casual despite the mission's seriousness.

Steve gave her a look. "Secure the engine room, then find me a date."

"I'm multitasking," Nat quipped with a smirk before jumping down to the lower deck.

Visaena watched Natasha with a mix of amusement and admiration. Turning to Steve, she added, "Nat's right, you know. You could use a bit of fun, Steve."

Steve shook his head with a slight smile. "Let's focus on the mission first."

"Always the soldier," Visaena replied, before gliding down to join Natasha. 

authors note
reminder all the Celestrians have British accents, like Asgardians!!
and they wear old clothing/armor, most of Visaenas will be whatever is in the GIF unless stated otherwise!! And I will mainly describe Rhaenys as her cousin/mother figure since she was her husband's cousin.
FYI elia and luke are only like 15-18, remember they have slowed aging but also celestria has a different time frame than earth!!

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