CHAPTER 12:
Spider-ham.
Raven

"What?! No, you can't keep me here like some prisoner!"

"This is for your own safety. If they see you gone, they'll leave," Fury took back everything he said that night and changed the plan. I was now on strict orders to stay in the helicarrier and not go to Midtown.

"Fury, they're not just going to leave! They're Trigons blood, they know something will be wrong-"

"You are under strict orders to not leave this helicarrier and that is all!" I teleported to my room, so frustrated and angry that I couldn't do anything about the situation.

Because I chose to work with SHIELD.

And so, to distract myself, I grabbed my mirror and went inside.

"Raven! Hey girl!"

"H-hi Raven."

"'Sup Raven!"

"Love, Lust, I need to talk to you," My personifications of Love, the pink one, and Lust, the light purple one, approached me.

"What can we do for you?"

"The boy you spoke about before, is it him?" They knew who I was talking about but decided to toy with my emotions.

"Is it who, darling? You'll have to be more specific," Lust smirked.

I will roast you alive.

"Is it Danny Rand?!" An irk mark appeared on my forehead.

"Oh goody! Yes, it is him, Raven!"

"Did you guess from that lovely dream I sent you both?" Lust giggled.

"Just. . .a bit. Wait, both?! You sent him that?! Is that why he couldn't look at me for three days?!" I recieved a very. . .good dream one night, but didn't imagine that Danny had the same one.

"That's an invasion of his privacy-"

"Raven, what's going on?"

I felt my entire world come crashing down as I whipped around to see Danny in his civilian clothing and in my realm.

"Danny? How did you get in here?" I asked, walking up to him.

"I wanted to tell you about the mission, but I saw your mirror on the floor and I grabbed it and it sent me here. What is this place?" He asked, genuine confusion in his voice and my emotions weren't helping.

"It's-"

"Hey, Danny boy! My names Brave!" Brave ran up to him and shook his hand.

Oh god.

"Wow! You are strong! Raven, you weren't lying about his-!"

"Muscular physic?" Lust popped in.

Not you too!

"Everyone shut up!" I shouted, and all of them remained huddled together.

"Okay, these are my emotions. When I was young, the monks of Azarath gave me the mirror so that I could go inside and atleast experience some kind of emotions. Since I wasn't allowed to really feel them," I revealed, silently hoping that Danny wouldn't see it as too weird.

"All of your emotions are here?" He inquired.

"Ye-"

"Wrong," Knowledge spoke up.

What?

"Rage is gone. You are allowing yourself to experience emotions, and Rage was the first one to go. As you go on to experience and embrace us, we will become a part of you," Knowledge explained, and to be honest, it bummed me out a bit.

My emotions are the ones I went to to feel something, to talk to. And they're slowly being ingrained back inside of me.

"That's wonderful, Raven," Danny felt happy for me.

"But, may I ask why those two mentioned my name?"

Oh.

That.

"Great physic, handsome face, ooh! Strong as-" I grabbed Lusts hand.

"Don't slap his ass."

"Tch, killjoy."

"This is Love and. . .Lust. They saw how handsome you looked after that mission with Venom, and I found you attractive to my naked eye so they thought that we should both have a certain dream about eachother," I revealed, knowing my face was red.

"You find me attractive?"

That's what you got out of it?!

"Yes, I mean you are handsome, Danny. Do you find me. . .attractive?" I didn't know why I even asked. I mean, me? The girl who wears hoodies to school all the ti-?

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on."

"Whoa."

"That was smooth."

Wh-what?

"I'm. . .beautiful? Even with this messy haircut I got?" Yeah, I went to a bad hair place and they didn't cut it the way I wanted and it's sloppy.

"You've always been beautiful, Raven. Do you not think so?" He questioned.

"No, not really. People tend to focus on the freak aspect of me," I chuckled dryly.

"Then those people let the false truth get to them," His hand grazed my cheek, then touched my hair.

"I would cut it myself, but can't really see," I tried making small talk to calm my racing heart.

"I can cut it, but only if you cut mine."

"Sure."

That started a routine between him and I. We would cut eachothers hair every few months, trim it when we got the chance.

And we still do it today.

As husband and wife.