➢𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗦➢

『 We could have had it all
❀ You're gonna wish you, never had met me ❀
Rolling in the deep
❀ Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep ❀ 』
—𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦, 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱

⟶𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 0: 𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 (𝑷𝑹𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬)⟵

〖 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 . . . 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 . . . 〗

-𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟷𝟽𝚃𝙷, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹-

𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽, 𝚄.𝙺.

The night is sort of misty, lights all around.

These lights reflect onto the wet puddles scattered in between streets in the city of London, all the way to where a gravesite lies.

A makeshift one. With make-shift graves.

Wooden crosses pegged into the ground, dirt buried over no more than a hundred holes, and in these holes are bodies. Of nobodies that could've been somebodies. Too young to tell.

Too young when stripped of their freedom. From their homes.

Hands shoved in her pockets, dark and very long hair brushing against a hooded jacket that shields her entire body, and a hood covers the face of an eighteen-year-old Dani Rockland. 

Who wears a contorted look, gaze locked on the cross planted down next to a grave by the sick people responsible for making her the way she was.

A vessel.

A weapon.

A monster.

For always making her so damn scared, having her run in an endless loop full of danger, and anxiety until they finally catch her. Catch them, and Dani has no choice.

No choice but to originate back to her original purpose, her only purpose, as a tirade.

Controlled disaster.

She exhales... and is soon joined by another individual.

One who knows her story better than most. 

Knows her past life.

He stands alongside her on this night, next to the gravestones, asking, "What happened?"

She sighs, "A lot has happened."

"And... and things have just gotten so bad. Too bad, to a point where I don't think they will ever be better. Again."

"Not after—,"

Another sigh emits from her mouth. A shakier one.

She barely mumbles out the last part, "And now she's come back for me."

The similar-sounding voice belonging to this man speaks, responding to the girl's apprehensiveness, "Well, the question is, are you going to let her?"

"I don't think I have a choice . . ." Danielle shakes her head, holding onto whatever hope she has left before it slips away. 

Utterly and completely.

She's broken. Physically and mentally.

Though a hand shortly takes hers, holding it tight, and panning upwards, Director Phil Coulson reassures, "You do."

"There is always a choice, Dani. For you. For your friends."

The teenager bites down on her lip, "I just . . .  I don't think I can save them. All of them."

"Then don't," Coulson informs wisely, coercing the young woman to eventually look at him, and evidently it is noticeable of the time that has aged her.

Time spent in darkness, to light. With others. Just like her.

"Don't . . . save them," Phil insists next, imparting with much confidence.

"Don't save your friends . . .  Lead them."

She reacts to the advice rather surprisingly, raising her defined brows when being enlightened to take the position—ONE AS A LEADER.

Certain figures come to mind when given that title.

But Dani never thought it could be her. Believe that she could lead. Only when the time was right. When there was no one else to... 

When this was about her. 

Her STORY. Her future. Her past. Dani Rockland decides to lead. But first, took a match to her old life.

To these unnamed, un-living—dead ... Experiments.

https://youtu.be/x9Qv47HpEqw

    . . .  Little fires planted everywhere shortly combine into flames, burning up the entirety of the gravesite in London, U.K.

The former mist goes away when this happens, for miraculous reasons unidentifiable. Instead, a mountain of orange, and yellow fire burns the underground bodies of these victims, who can finally rest in peace. 

Through the burning of the sight is again, a young woman.

Who walks through the flaming fires completely with solemnity, and determination.

She is assertive in her ambitions, movements, and thanks to advice from Phil Coulson, the man who broke her free of her treacherous past—Dani Rockland goes forth to make a plan.

To lead.

First, she walks past the roused fire she created and is not affected in the least.

Because of the pieces of the Tesseract. The sustainable energy source inside her.

That before anything else... started out as a ForceField.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 ➢ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

❀☽✧

❀☽✧

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭©

Oh, my god.... Oh, my god... That is all I can say right now.

And.... Welcome to THE FALLEN.

I'm so unbelievably excited and incredibly blown away that we have made it to this point, a year later, or for others who are here much later and have been reading these stories, you made it too.

So much is in store, so so much, seriously, and I don't wanna give any of it away, rather just let the story itself unfold, starting next chapter with Saga 1: AVENGERS IW.

I hope you enjoyed this little intro, or came back if you skipped over it maybe... idk... you can because it's... it takes place before Endgame but eh, that's all I'm saying on that.

I don't know ANYTHING...... and neither do you until you read this book.

Seriously cannot thank y'all enough for all the support and comments and votes, and yeah without further ado let's get into this story. The first CROSSOVER Book of the FORCES Series!! :)

Yeah.

Oh my god.

Prepare yourself...

xoxo, Alessandra (dreamkept)