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Chapter 3: The End & The Beginning (Part 3)
getting up slowly. Suddenly, they both heard a cracking noise. There were pieces of colored ice around them breaking open. One of them fully shattered and Snakey fell from it, making large clunk noise as he
hit the cold ground. After a couple of seconds of laying in pain, he got up. “What the heck happened?” He said. Gabriel fell out shortly after. “I don’t know what happened. All I know is that we got frozen and
didn’t die of hypothermia, nor did we die of frostbite.” He said, sliding on his back for a couple of seconds before his head soon bumped into the throne. “Aryum.” Socialkitty said.
“What?” Snakey asked.
“Not what, Snakey, who.” She said.
“Who, then.”
“Aryum’s a demon who’s trying to become king. His brother said he would bring chaos if he tried to rule, but he didn’t believe him. He should’ve listened. I think I defeated him, though.”
“If you defeated him, all of us would’ve been back, not just the three of us.” Woofer said.
“That’s true.” agreed Gabriel.
“Maybe he’s in a different section? Maybe he escaped? Maybe he’s in that giant castle?” Socialkitty suggested.
“Definitely not the giant and very obvious castle.” Snakey answered sarcastically.
“Let’s just check the next section in case. We don’t know if he’s actually in the castle. Besides, if you were a demon, you’d hide somewhere other than your enormous castle if you got hurt once.”
“Oddly specific, but okay.” Snakey said. “Let’s head on over then. Pay a visit to this ‘Aryum’ guy.”
The team headed out to the next section of fire. There, Cheezy sat on a throne of embers, yet did not melt or combust one bit. By her was a statue of Floofkitty made of burnt wood with burning cracks. “Up for round two, Socialkitty? I see that you’ve retrieved your friends. Well done. But unfortunately for you, you cannot overthrow a king without consequence.” Her voice had lost its cheery tone to Aryum. “Step forward, and you see that this setting has a new difficulty.” Fires in the cracks rose.
Gabriel moved in front of Socialkitty. “Socialkitty, hand me your sword.” He whispered to her. “Absolutely not! You’ll be burnt to a crisp!” She replied, concerned. “Just do it! I have a plan.”
Gabriel grabbed the sword and ran through the flames. The fire rose until Gabriel and Cheezy disappeared behind it.
A minute passed. Then 5. Then 10. Socialkitty was worried that she had lost another part of her life. Then the fire decreased, releasing a seemingly endless cloud of smoke. The smoke cleared slowly, and Socialkitty saw a silhouette of Gabriel standing over Cheezy on the ground. The lava had cooled into dark stone. Socialkitty walked across and over to Cheezy. Cheezy opened her eyes. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me…” she said in the same weak voice as Woofer after Aryum was injured. She got up slowly. Socialkitty looked where the statue stood. It was...gone. “Gabriel! Where is the statue!?” Gabriel reached under his trenchcoat and pulled out the chubby kitten.
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Angel Dreams (A Natasha Request)
Requested: Anonymous
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Word Count:1095
Warnings: None
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“Natasha. Tomorrow, please, do not go on the mission...for me..”
Natasha woke up groggily, slamming her hand down on the blaring alarm clock, the face of the person in her dreams still fresh in her mind. It was the same thing every night.
Natasha would crawl into bed, tired and bruised from fighting, and as soon as her eyes slid shut, she would be visited by a glowing white light with a voice like honey, who swore to be an angel of the lord looking out after her.
The first time it happened, Nat brushed it off as a weird dream, but they kept showing up every-single-night.
\ Now Natasha was pissed, cause the person wouldn't give them their name, or what they really were, which Natasha assumes they are a mutant of some sort able to dreamwalk.
But every night, the person would discuss what had happened to Natasha during the day, and give them warnings for the next. It was strange.
Of course, Natasha didn't tell anyone about her weird, late night, dream visitor. She was already guarded and now she knew that if she said anything, they would all call her crazy.
“Morning Nat. You need to suit up, Cap wants us on the jet, a mission in Russia.”
Natasha nodded at a chirpy Clint. Before what he said registered. She turned so suddenly, Clint, who had been following her, spilled his coffee down his shirt.
“Aww hell…”
Natasha brushed off his concern, “Yeah, sorry. Where is the mission?”
Clint eyed the wild faced Assassin, “Russia...why??”
Natasha thought back to the person in her dreams who claimed to be an angel, ‘Natasha. Tomorrow, please, do not go on the mission...for me..’
“Earth to Nat! What were you thinking about?”
Natasha startled, then running back to her room yelled back over her shoulder, “Tell Cap something came up! I can’t go on the mission.”
Once back in her room, Natasha slammed her door and locked it, sliding down to the floor, she closed her eyes.
“This is ridiculous Nat. You're Being stupid. THere is no such thing as Angels.”
Even saying it aloud, she couldn’t ignore the part of her that hoped it was true.
Since the battle in Sokovia. When Wanda had shown her Nat’s true fear of the red room, Natasha’s nightmares had begun becoming more extreme and exhausting.
Until...the angel showed up and the nightmares disappeared as they talked to Natasha.
“If you’re listening...breaker breaker...angel radio? I want to talk…”
Natasha cracked one eye open slightly, sighing and rising to her feet when she saw that she was still alone in her room. Dragging a hand down her face, she walked into her closet to put on her catsuit.
“Stupid. Of course there's no such thing as angels. You're just projecting because of stress..or maybe Wanda’s messing with my head again...though she said she wouldn't...AHHH!”
Natasha screamed and threw a dagger as she exited her closet and ran right into someone wearing...a trenchcoat?
The dagger stopped right in front of the person’s face. They touched the tip and it disintegrated. “I’m truly sorry...I’m not used to being..in a vessel….”
Natasha’s jaw dropped as she forgot about the fact that a stranger had somehow gotten past all of FRIDAYS Security systems in the tower, as she took in the sight of the gorgeous person in front of her.
Their piercing eyes seemed to see right into Natasha’s soul.
“I’m [Y/n]...I’m an angel of the Lord...and your guardian angel Natalia.”
“That voice...who...Who are you!?”
Natasha dived to her desk and fumbled for her gun before aiming it at the stranger.
“Really..Nat...I thought we got past your distrust for me. We talk every night.”
The stranger drew a deep breath before walking towards Natasha.
“Stop where you are!” Natasha fired off three rounds.
The bullets went into the person...but the person did not go down.
“Troublesome...why waste the bullets?” The person, [Y/n], as they claimed to be, looked down at their chest, drawing aside the coat so that Natasha could see that there wasn't any blood and that there wasn't any holes...no sign that they had been shot.
“You’re…” The clatter of the gun falling to the ground didn’t register to Natasha as she slowly inched towards the person in front of them.
“I told you. I’m [Y/n]. Although you know me in my true form...This vessel is quite pleasing to look at to, is it not.” Natasha couldn't help the giggle at the mischief light in the angel’s eyes.
“You’re really an Angel? Not a mutant? Wait..vessel?”
[Y/n] sighed, “Yes, we can’t show our true forms to mortals...some cannot perceive it and will die instantly with their eyes burned out. This vessel...they prayed for this. Very devote. And I can promise I am no mutant.” WIth that, they vessel fell to the floor as a glowing blinding white light filled Natasha’s room.
But Natasha was not blinded, she stared, in shock as the glowing light spoke with the voice she had heard every night for the past couple months, “You are something special Natalia. Believing you are beyond saving when you are actually the most deserving. There is redemption for you...the Lord has plans.”
Slowly the light faded and the person stood up off the floor...with a wide grin on their face. “I love being able to show people my true form. You are worthy Natalia.”
Natasha let out a ragged sob, her heart overflowing with the grace that [Y/n] had poured into it for her.
Without thinking, Natasha wrapped her arms around the Angel in a hug. Though startled for a moment, [Y/n] cautiously returned the gesture, smoothing down Natasha’s hair as she clung to the trenchcoat.
“Nat! Clint and Cap need help! The mission was a setup by the KGB they were planning on taking you back to the red room! We need backup! Hurry to the common area!” The static cut out as Bucky’s voice cut out of the intercom.
Natasha pulled back and quirked a brow at [Y/n], “Is that why you didn’t want me to go on the mission today?”
A pretty blush spread up the neck of the angel as they coughed, “You mean a lot Natasha. Not just to me, but in the grand scheme of things...you’re not done yet.” And with that, the person vanished from in front of Natasha...
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