➢𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 (𝗢𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥)➢

『This is why we can't have nice things, darling
Because you break them, I had to take them, away
This is why we can't have nice things, honey
Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?』
―𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘞𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

⟶𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 26: 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑫𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓⟵

" I'm in control. "

-𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟕𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

"Hey, wake up."

Vibrant red hair, light green eyes, and her smirky side-smile are still so strongly present in the memory of whom she left behind.

 Ingrained into the mind... and certainly, the heart.

Dry sea-foam eyes crackle open at a leisurely slow rate, Dani really having to put in the effort in order to complete the action. Her skin and eyelids scream in the desiccation that all the emotional rage had done earlier in dehydrating her body. She waits a few moments before trying to stand up.

In those seconds or minutes, really she couldn't tell, the girl refocuses on her surroundings from her scrunched-up position on the ground. Her knees are tucked into her chest and her spine still leans against the cold side of her door, head aligned. Her room is disheveled, and so is she. There's a correlation at least.

Going back to ponder how much time had passed, the sun setting in the gleam of Dani's open window causes her to believe that she has been out primarily all day. From the looks of it, she had been left alone, no one came to check on her―that pushed her to open her door, figuring they stopped once receiving no response.

It was slightly better that way, the eighteen-year-old while in desperate need of support is unstable. Physically. Her abilities. That hasn't been forgotten.

Neither has the voice or face of Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow.

Dani's surrogate mother. Her mother.

Who is gone. She is, and what she has left behind struggles to find meaning in a world that feels so confusing now with her gone. With Natty... gone.

What is next for Dani now? After losing someone else she loves? Someone who was supposed to watch over her, to see what she accomplishes. She'll be overseeing from above now.

The girl cranes her neck as a lump of sadness forms in her throat, clarifying... that Natty broke a promise. 

Dani knows she didn't have a choice, finally when adjusting to the reality of the matter―but most of all the eighteen-year-old remains stuck. Pushed backward, reverted to her old unhealthy, selfish ways of coping with things that did not go the way planned. Disagreements, and death, were unfortunately things planning to linger in the life of Danielle Rockland―in all sorts of different ways. What mattered now was how she handled it.

It was hard, no doubt, processing several different sensations at once―denial, regret, depression, anger, and then acceptance. Accepting what was canon, what was true... and somehow finding a way to continue on with life. Continuing to create bonds, love people... to fill the open holes the people in her life previously left. Who are now gone. 

Gone... but never forgotten.

Dani was good about that. At carrying on the legacies of the people who left this world, whom she was close to. Someone who gave his life to save another's... was like a brother to her―could've been a brother to her, and then her best friend, Matthew, who sacrificed himself to help her and her friends. Sacrificing his own life in the cause of saving hers, and theirs. Dani knows about loss.

And then there was this one, someone more special to her by a lot, and it was the relationship―bond―of a mother and daughter. A maternal figure, and young aspiring child, who learned things from her mother. They both learned things from each other. 

Natasha was softened and relieved of such a gushing red ledger―not completely, as she had her own solo journey in that respect―but it was more of the deep connection that made her a better person. A more content one. She was able to obtain the role of 'Mom' without doing it physically. 

She couldn't, and that is why Danielle Rockland was considered a complete and utter blessing to Natasha Romanoff. Nothing else.

It went the same way in the girl's mind. The young woman cherished and looked up to the redheaded and more experienced one. Dani is incredibly thankful for Natasha's presence in her life, impact surely large she hopes―she knows, because again it is in her hands whether or not Dani will follow each of the widow's requests.

1, Allow the pain to make her stronger rather than weaker.

And 2, make sure to keep her heart. The pure and genuine one, the one Natasha found so precious it overwhelmed her initially with the desire to protect it. Protect her. Just as her father did, just as he does.

Dani never had a real, biologically embedded family. 

No mother who would hold her close and provide comfort as an infant, or father to provide that "secure base" aspect all children needed in order for proper function. Dani was alone, in turn making her afraid.

Natasha as well used to have nothing. 

She had a make-shift, fake family, that later she learned was the real deal in the end, in her heart. Because all that was needed was love. Love for her surrogate parents, surrogate little sister... and those accepted notes of affection were what the Black Widow usurped and instilled into the miraculous and spontaneous little girl she met on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier years ago. 

Who she took to go see Loki but protected her, then continued to do so when SHIELD collapsed, Ultron came, and the Sokovia Accords. And Thanos. Then Vormir.

The end. The end for Natasha Romanoff, and her physical presence in the life of Dani Rockland-Rogers.

In the end, physically, spiritually, and emotionally, Dani will carry a piece of her in her heart forever. Eternally. With everyone.

She will remember every single moment shared with the Black Widow, the good ones, and perhaps the bad as well... because that was the reality. Not everything in life will be good or bad, fair, but it's important to form ties with those around you and grow close. It is important to never give up. 

It's important to be strong. It's important to cry. 

All are lessons Dani has been taught by people who are not blood but mean all the same. By important people.

Whom she will never forget. Life is about carrying on.

The eighteen-year-old experiences a mild amount of dizziness when finally pulling her shaking body off the solid floor of her room and soon enough she stands on both feet. Stands back up again after being knocked down, she always does. 

And even with a great loss that wounds her, nothing could ever stop Dani's determination and will. To fulfill her purpose, that being whatever she chooses.

That being entirely her choice. She is her own woman.

Just like Natasha Romanoff.

Thanks to Natasha Romanoff, Natty.

"Now is the time for you to be you. Not an Experiment, not a weapon... Just you."

"Whoever you want to be."

Dani wonders how many people the Black Widow has been.

She never really knew a lot about her past, Natasha never really having spoken about it―just focusing on her new cause as well as preventing Dani from ever trekking down a path like so... and of course the eighteen-year-old respects that. But she couldn't help but be curious.

Her hands which have since died down in their trembling, after a nice hot shower, move across hangers with pieces of clothing on them in the closet of her bedroom. Some of them are Dani's and others belong to Natasha. Leather jackets, green of course, her signature one, and dark black ones her late mother figures. 

The eighteen-year-old recalls the absence of the red one she accidentally gave to Wanda and submerges a soft chuckle.

That look of sincerity then fades when swiping a hand across a green, black somewhat sleeveless vest type of jacket. Directing her attention to it, Dani frowns upon not recognizing this piece and instantly tugs on it to pull it off the hanger.

She runs her fingers over the bumpy material, the vest having at least ten or more pockets, useful, and the girl racks her brain for a story to go along with the jacket. The event.

Dani doesn't remember hearing about one. Maybe someone else does. The owner of this jacket.

Continuing to inspect and be gentle with the worn material is when she peers at a name tag inside it, written discreetly in small handwriting but it's there. Meaningfully. Marking something that was her own. Is her own, before giving it to Natasha.

... Yelena.

The eighteen-year-old folds the jacket with care, walking over and placing it on her bed and making a mental effort to return the piece of outerwear to its rightful owner once everything is settled. Once they bring everyone back. Bring her back. This other Widow.

Dani allows herself to smile at this revelation, a decision she felt was a step in the right direction but one that physically causes her to, at the same time, recoil as a spurt of blue energy jumps out of her body. Her abilities beat against her skin. Dani becomes irritable.

Soft groans that definitely threaten to become louder instantly make the girl place both hands on either side of her head, and somehow still efficiently―amidst the distraction internally―Dani is able to get over to the sink of her bathroom and look straight into the mirror.

Her eyes shimmer a bright blue when flicking them back open to face herself, and she is tackled with the difficult task of getting her abilities under control. 

Calming them after her sensitivity so violently shook them up. Crap. What a pain, literally.

A little noise of agony seeps through her lips as her grip strength held on the white sink threatens to smash it in two, if it weren't for her extreme concentration and relaxation techniques both learned from the Efficient's and Natasha come back to help her at this moment. 

Dani inhales a big breath, closing her eyes, and internally she can hear again. 

Natty. Her voice.

That soothes her.

The girl starts by whispering to herself, mentally getting herself halfway there, "I'm in control."

She is in control. Of her abilities and of herself. No one else.

"I am in control." She repeats, again, this time more forcefully, and the surge of her misbehaving untamed abilities only goes on for as much longer as she allows it before slowly starting to recede.

Going back to where it came from, any and all aggression is internalized.

That earns an immense sigh of relief to emerge from Danielle. Her eyes open back up, and they are their normal bright green color.

Staring back at her reflection the girl needs a moment to breathe again, the action truly having taken a bit out of her―annoying. But she pulled through.

By herself, with advice, telling her abilities who was boss. Her, obviously.

"You're in control."

She was in control, and some of the fear once felt by Dani begins to wash away.

Bad feelings, self-doubt, the girl was on her way back to cloud nine. Only one thing needed to change. 

Her. Something about her.

To the right of where her sink is, on top is a cup that holds her toothbrush, as well as... a pink pair of cutting scissors. The eighteen-year-old looks down at her monstrous long dark-haired locks, and then back up.

Dani's delicate hand reaches out and she picks it up.

Her eyes fail to roll back further in her head when just imagining the raised brows and close-lipped smirk her mother figure would be presenting at this very moment, of her, and what she is about to do.

But Dani doesn't care. At all. Maybe Natasha was right? About many things, but this? A change, fresh start.

Oh, whatever. Screw this.

Danielle grabs a long piece of black, wet hair, and when holding it out, doesn't hesitate in snipping more than half of it off. It falls to the floor.

It takes her a second or two to realize just what she has done, maybe a little bit of shock, but that does not stop the girl from doing it again, and again, with other pieces of her hair. She continues rapidly.

That is the right and very moment Dani Rockland decides that she should instead cut her hair, instead of actual ties with others. All for the sake of a daughter, now...

She goes at it until satisfied, placing the shears on the same sink island, and promptly after that checks on her work before getting dressed in uniform in a tight black suit that has a large enough hoodie built-in.

Hands go in her pockets and she walks out of the bathroom, currently sporting a brand new―about to become 'brand'―look. For her. Good for her.

This is why she is not allowed to have any nice things.

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THE INFINITY-NANO GAUNTLET IS FINISHED.

"BOOM!" the Space Raccoon, Rocket, had exclaimed. 

Nearly startling the souls out of Tony Stark and a hulked-out Bruce Banner, both men then glaring at the being in very much annoyance.

Thank god this was almost over. The finish line was straight ahead for the Avengers. The team of males along with one female enhanced teenager.

And all gather in the main room circled around a fresh and new Nano-tech glove. Infinity Gauntlet with all six Infinity Stones collected from different timeframes. Completed by the use of the Quantum Realm and Time-Travel, yeah, one had to be there.

At this point just go with the flow.

Unfortunately, right now, that was not exactly a possibility. It is because they are more than halfway there to doing it, retrieving everyone they lost, that there was another bump in the road. A debate, if you will.

Eighteen-year-old Dani Rockland quietly but with newfound confidence makes her way down the steps of the glassy-doored room, alongside her fellow uncle figures and new faces. 

Matriculates back into life after exclusively grieving her most recent loss, alone and independently. She is self-sufficient.

About―to be―for most things, as a fully functioning adult, though right now her job is to be an Avenger. To help, to obey. To stay out of the way.

The room grows loudly silent upon her aloof return, Dani's hands still stuffed in her pockets and dark hood over her head, but the young woman is not slouching in any way. 

Does not feel inferior.

No, she's much more focused and calculated now.

Steve Rogers, dressed in another one of his old 'Captain America' uniforms―the one from a civil war―makes his way into her limelight instantly, and his face crumples with concern.

His demeanor and general composure do not falter when locking eyes with her, though, he too has set aside his grief for now.

The need for assurance in his daughter's wellbeing is imminent, and instead of doing any of that with words―the father searches elsewhere for confirmation.

Danielle's head previously covered with a hood is, gently, with both hands from the Captain, pulled off to reveal what she had been subtly trying to conceal. A long, dark bob with some waves running through lands just above her shoulders, parted to the side.

Her hair is significantly, significantly, shorter than ever before. Just about the length Romanoff's was.

Sea-foam green eyes twinkle as blue ones open more at her change, one made in the time that Dani thought for herself.

The daughter bunches her shoulders with a brisk inhale, still looking into the irises of her father's, "Do you like it?"

Steve smiles, tenderly bringing a hand up to stroke the side of her new hairstyle and he nods―genuinely although an initial huge fan of her long hair, "I do."

He understands the need for this particular action. She is young, trying to figure out herself, trying to process a loss so incredibly deleterious... the SuperSoldier is just glad she's here. She was able to get out of her room. God knows he wasn't sure if he would be able to.

That is what is so striking about Dani, her resilience. She has been able to come back from a lot. From psychologically damaging things as a child... to losses so extreme involving death, she was invincible, almost. Well... almost.

The blonde runs his hands up and down her shoulders, giving a tight squeeze to them, and allows himself to study her grown-up appearance a bit more as Danielle tips her gaze down in bashfulness.

He softly lets go as the eighteen-year-old takes a cautious step around him and towards Clint, the arrowed marksmen eyeing her with an unsure gaze.

Dani's tone is assertive and heartfelt. "I'm really, really sorry."

The man intercepts her apology in place of her caustic tongue and behavior, back at the lake, and not only to him―but again the common struggle the two now face upon being on that planet when it happened, undoubtedly brings them closer together. The mohawked man rectifies.

"I am too."

A plump-lipped smile shortly forms on the face of the eighteen-year-old, a second later embracing her uncle figure, who wraps an arm around her back and holds onto her tight. Dani closes her eyes and swallows back any leftover tears. Now isn't the time for that.

She pulls away and then the conversation gets back on track. The... debate gets back on track.

"All right," Rocket says as he and Tony each have a hand on the gauntlet inside a contraption, "the glove's ready. Question is, who's gonna snap their frickin' fingers?"

Thor from observing in the background unsteadily raises his hands, walking forwards while still dressed in sweats―declaring, "I'll do it."

He waves off any and all opposition, Tony's included, "Excuse me?"

Dani's included, her voice a gentle approach, "Uncle Thor,"

"It's okay." The man heads straight for the Gauntlet, immediately being intervened by Scott, Tony, and Steve who hold him back.

"No, no, no, Woah. Stop. Stop, slow down."

The Captain pleads with calm reasoning, "Thor. Just wait."

"We haven't decided who's gonna put that on yet." He points to the gauntlet while his voice remains low.

The God of Thunder contests incredulously, "I'm sorry. What, we're all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?"

"We should at least discuss it," Scott adds.

Dani agrees, walking forward to be in between her father and long-haired uncle, trying to place a hand on his arm, but Thor is unstoppable.

"Look," he explains to the small group that approaches him, "sitting here staring at the thing is not gonna bring everybody back."

He motions to himself with calculated hands, "I'm the strongest Avenger, okay?"

The eighteen-year-old can't stop herself from twitching and tilting her head to the side. Mmm, she can think of others.

Nonetheless, she remains engaged in what the God tries to relay, that with consideration―of who he's become, what he's done, what he's been unable to prevent―causes him to believe that he is the one to do it, "So, this responsibility falls upon me."

"It's my duty." He thinks he is the one who should snap his fingers and bring everyone back.

He is clearly not in the right mind.

"Normally, you're right," Tony speaks over him.

Then steps over to Thor, "It's not about that. It's not about that,"

"Hey, buddy,"

Dani breathes before attempting to soothe her uncle again with touch, though flinches back at the God's response.

Thor shushes both verbally and with his actions in reaction to them pushing him back, "Stop it! Just let me."

The room grows quiet and Bruce's eyes remain closed as his arms are crossed. He can already sense the guilt rampaging throughout Thor, it has been for the last five years. Dani glances down in shame.

"Just let me do it," the blonde grabs hold of the brunette's t-shirt, looking straight into his eyes with his brown and blue ones, "Just let me do something good. Something right."

Tony starts to shake his head as he reasons, "Look. It's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up the continent."

"I'm telling you... You're in no condition."

"What do you..." Thor replies back, Dani still staring at her feet, "What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?"

Rhodey unhelpfully comments, "Cheez Whiz?"

The eighteen-year-old distractedly picks at the ground with her laced black boots while her arms stay folded, brown bob falling into her face as her uncle declares with false faith, "Lightning."

"Yeah." Tony wears a frown as Thor emphasizes again.

"Lightning." 

He pats the Ironed Man's shoulders.

Danielle strays closer to her Dad's side.

Bruce speaks up from behind, "Lightning won't help you, pal."

"It's gotta be me."

Thor is discouraged and teary-eyed as he lets go of Tony, blinking, and shaking his head. Dani, watching him with extreme concern, discreetly takes hold of his gray-gloved hand. The God turns around at the sensation she gives off, one that is comforting, and thoughtful. 

Dani looks at him with the enlarged and saddened eyes that belong to her, and Thor doesn't pull away from her grasp.

The smartened Hulk continues to plead his case, "You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him."

"None of you could survive."

All stare up at the much larger man in distinction, no longer acknowledging the potential substitutes as Bruce undeniably fits the description best.

There is criticism from Steve, "How do we know you will?"

"We don't. But the radiation's mostly gamma."

Expressions follow Bruce's as he glances down at the red Nano-Gauntlet, eventually coming to terms with it as brows furrow and lip raises, "It's like... I was made for this."

No one can top the level of intelligence and bravery given off at that moment, and no one is against this proposition because there would be no good in that. There are a few looks sent the way of the eighteen-year-old following the essential moment, Dani being the one possessing pieces of one of the stones inside her... and that is when another one of her dear uncle figures turns to her.

Bruce is strict in telling his niece, "Stay back. What's inside you is a separate entity from anything in this, but it still could affect you."

Dani nods, "Got it."

Letting go of Thor's hand she cowers behind her father, Steve extending an arm and pushing her behind him as he fastens his helmet atop his head. Instinctively, he raises his vibranium shield―focused on protecting himself and his daughter.

Others prepare and step back, shielding themselves from an impending colossal amount of energy.

Unbeknownst to them in another room, the not-Nebula sneaks off and works on activating the Quantum portal.

"Good to go, yeah?" Tony Stark questions Bruce Banner who holds the miniature-sized gauntlet in his hand.

The green man pauses before acquiring, "Let's do it."

"Okay, remember," Iron Man cautions him, "everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago... you're just bringing them back to now, today."

"Don't change anything from the last five years."

Bruce obeys, "Got it."

Everyone suits up. Ant-Man's mask goes on right as Captain America raises his shield. Agent Rockland―a temporary name―stands behind her father in a black tight suit identical to Black Widow. War Machine's helmet goes on simultaneously and so do Rocket Raccoon's goggles as Thor is in front of him with a hand. 

Tony taps on his chest and the Reactor spawns his Nano-Tech Iron Man suit, extending a holographic but protective suit that hovers in front of Clint Barton as well. Hawkeye nears Iron Man.

Bruce after a signifying nod coerces Tony to insist through his helmet, "F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol, will ya?"

"Yes, boss." The A.I. replies affirmatively, and the outside world is completely shut out from the Avengers Facility moving to lockdown.

Dani inhales big as steel doors darken the room from above her, and with each passing breath moving forward she constantly searches for any feelings of connection between her sustainable energy source and others.

Meanwhile, Smart Hulk mutters, "Everybody comes home."

And begins the process of being the one to snap his fingers.

It is a painful process. Sliding the Gauntlet on that widens to fit his large hand the being keels over in an extreme amount of pain, the amount of power surging overwhelming him. It feels as if his muscles are being ripped apart.

He groans in agony, the colors of each Infinity Stone bringing him down to his knees and Thor is in opposition―swatting, "Take it off! Take it off!"

Dani's mouth is wide as Steve matches with a hand, "No, wait. Bruce, are you okay?"

"Talk to me, Banner," Tony says from inside his suit, mildly desperate to get an answer from the man.

And through much straining, he finally answers, "I'm okay."

"I'm okay."

Thor with a gaped expression flashes his thumbs in the air as a reassurance, though nothing could be.

For the pain coursing through Bruce Banner at this very moment was unimaginable, undecidable, inconceivable by all except...

Nebula from 2014 opens the Quantum Tunnel successfully and brings her father's ship to the present.

Back in the smaller room inside the Facility, Bruce continues to scream, fighting through the intense sensations in his body because of wearing the gauntlet. He manages to, through it all, bring his fingers together for a snap.

BOOM!

Just as before, everything turns bright. White light fades in and out as the Hulk's pupils dilate against the redness around his orbital before coming to an end. After successfully snapping his fingers.

He faints and the gauntlet slides right off his arm, Clint kicking it away as the desperation is quick.

"Bruce!" Steve yells.

Huh, Dani stands straight as her father leaves her side to get to her uncle's, many following which leaves the girl to think for herself rather proudly. She didn't feel anything.

She sways on her feet a moment later... and then produces second thoughts. Okay, that was a lie. She definitely feels something.

A metal arm belonging to Rhodey steadies her and Dani shakes her head, ridding of any wooziness, involving herself back into the action now that her staying away was over.

"Don't move him." Tony declares while racing forward and spraying nano-bites all around the large man's now severely damaged arm.

Bruce holds onto Steve tightly for comfort, "Did it work?"

"We're not sure. It's okay." Thor shushes his friend, taking care of him.

Slowly the doors behind the team rotate open, and Scott follows Dani in curiousity, seeing if it had been done. If... they actually did it.

There are more birds on the branches near the window, liveliness present. The eighteen year old's short hair waves slightly in the wind of her pace, and something in Dani's wholesome heart tells her... that it worked. That this worked.

They did it.

A breath of relief is exhaled through the air.

Scott replicates a similar amount of bewilderment across from her.

Hawkeye's head tips up when the vibration of a phone ringing causes him to gasp in astonishment when the caller ID reveals to be his wife, Laura.

He picks up the phone, voice shaking with happiness, "Honey."

"Clint?"

He has trouble speaking to her, "... Honey."

"Guys," Ant-Man wears a smile, one that his lips shaped in utter amazement, "I think it worked."

Dani's features are full of disbelief and ripe, eyebrows lifting.

Bruce tilts his head and looks up, only to see Sanctuary II from up in the sky above, firing a single missile that heads straight towards the base of the Avengers Facility.

Dani's disbelief is now due to something else, something bad... 

But that does not decrease her mobility. Her speed of protecting whoever is closest to and directly behind her.

She turns and tackles Clint Barton and a projection of blue aura surrounds the two of them, stemming from her as a continuous array of missiles destroy the compound completely.

And everyone sinks below into the underground.

And it is inferred that time has in fact... messed back with the Avengers.

Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

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Love from Alessandra 

Whewww ... so now things are actually getting intense. I feel like I've said that a thousand times but it's true as you can see because Thanos from 2014 has arrived. We love ❤️

I remember watching this in the theatre and being like what haha, then again I actually saw endgame before becoming a marvel fan so eek (yup u heard that right I didn't even see Infinity War) Well I did but I didn't know who anyone was lmao.

Rest assured I went back and watched all the mcu movies during 2020 many times and I am no longer a fake Stan I promise!! I'll use this series as an example.

Anyways, things have yet again been a bit hectic because of college (failed my first test in Spanish recently so feeling really good about myself) but it's a new adjustment still and I'm proud to say that I am adjusting well. It's just taking time again. 

With that being said, I'm (mentally) incorporating a new thing called 'Forces Friday' for myself: basically, where after my one and only 8 AM Class on Friday I come back to my room and just write for hours. It's worked pretty well so far and that is going to be my plan going forward. It takes at least 2 Fridays to get a chapter up but who knows maybe I'll get inspired and finish earlier I've got some breaks coming up. I'm going home next Thursday 🙈

Kay so back to the actual content here, Dani got a haircut! This is going to be her signature look going forward for a little while and for a picture you can go to my Pinterest & look at the photoshopped (mediocre) picture of concept art of how short it is. Or just look at Natasha from the first Avengers and it's a little bit longer and not red. 😁 Fun

The next chapters (probably 4 or 5) are going to be dedicated to the infamous BATTLE OF THE EARTH, aka DEATH for authors writing it (no foreshadowing there) but seriously it's gonna be a lot, but I can tell y'all with full confidence I am ready. I'm ready to break your hearts. I'm ready to amaze you. To entertain you ... and maybe (definitely) make you cry because Endgame again, I'll keep saying it. 

And oh yea, Dani's about to face Thanos again with the major power-ups she's got so stay tuned for that, and for her new superhero name cause god knows I've been hinting at it forever ... Don't worry soon you'll know 🤭 Any guesses? hehe 

Thoughts on this chapter, comments, make sure to vote if you liked it because it really helps me out & have a wonderful day or night. I've gotta get back to college 🤢

xoxo, dreamkept

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