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|Fury's POV|

Today, wasn't a great day. Two of my best agents, dead. And today, they would be one with the earth.

I don't believe in Jesus, but I pray that their souls go into heaven. They weren't the best people, but the sure as hell deserve a place there.

Lyla and Daniel Smile. A married couple that I treated as my own children. Kinda ironic, isn't it? I leave my own kid while I go treat someone else like my own flesh and blood.

Emotions are really a hard thing to understand. Especially love. I loved these two, taught them to be a great agent.

Hehe. Still remember the day they went out the closet and announced their relationship. Thankfully, as agents, we were mostly open-minded, so the two barely received any prejudice. Such a unique pair.

They made S.H.I.E.L.D livelier with all their antiques. Relationships weren't really approved by the council, as emotions can cloud judgment, but they can't deny that love...sometimes win. And they(Lyla and Daniel), proved it many times.

Sadly, it didn't work this time.

Looking to my left, I observed the 7 year old girl beside me. She was small, but that was normal for children her age, but she was unhealthily thin. Those 7 days took a toll on her, it traumatized her even.

Now she's afraid of being alone, in fear of getting kidnapped once more. But, worst of all, she is afraid of seeing. Not that she's afraid of getting blind, rather, she is afraid of not knowing what's happening around her, all that time while getting tortured, she was forced into a blindfold, it was both a good thing and a bad thing. She didn't get to see her parents faces in pain, and yet, after that, she never saw them ever again, and when she did, here they were, in a coffin, together.

Speaking of the kid, it's kinda scary that she's not crying. Maybe she's gone in denial, accepting it silently, or...broken.

If it is the third, then that would not be good. I get being in denial, as that would dissappear with some time and consoling, but having a broken mind would be hard thing to piece back together. Especially with a kid.

Glancing at the coffin in front of us, I sighed sadly before looking back at Freyja. Even as a kid, she's a cutey, she's definitely gonna look like Lyla when she grows up. If only they would be there to watch her grow.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, I have many, many responsibilities where I have to disregard my wants, morals, and emotions. I have done that many times before, got used to it, but emotions are really a mysterious things.

Couldn't believe I'd fall in love with someone. Heh, and now, I have a kid, too bad I can't even contact her. She never got to meet me, yet she's growing up to be just like me.

Is it something like, like father, like daughter? Maybe...I could meet her? Like the saying goes, you only live once.

Though I have prepared countermeasures for faking my death, or even if I really die, I still have one life.

Me: I've done plenty for the council, so they should give me some leeway to meet my daughter.....maybe even....

Moving my sight at Clint Barton, one of my best men, I sighed lowly. Damn I sighed many times today. I need a smoke.

Looking back at Freyja, I contemplated on my decision.

Me: I mean, should I do it? Can I even be that shameless to go back to them? Would they accept me? Accept...her?

I was cut off from my musing when the preist, James, a friend of Lyla and Daniel, reached the end of the ceremony.

Still hard to believe that those two actually got a preist as their friend, considering their line of work, but maybe, it was their way, to cope with the deaths they caused, huh. Those two really were like my daughters.

Clenching my fists, I gnashed my teeth as memories, happy memories, with them, began to appear in my mind. Calming down, I noticed that the place suddenly became silent.

I'd normally know what happens around me all the time, but it seems like I got preoccupied with those memories. Shaking my head, I saw the preist raising his chin at Freyja.

Realizing what was happening, I stood up from my chair and faced Freyja. Kneeling down so that I could get to her level, I looked straight to her red eyes, a reminder left by Lyla.

"Let's go say goodbye to your parents." is what I told the child.

With an almost mechanical nod, she slowly got down from her chair. Watching her like this somehow made my heart clench.

Then, doing something I never thought I'd ever do, before she could reach the ground, I lifted her up. Securing her back and thighs, I stood up, careful not to squish the flower she held close to her heart.

Walking towards the coffin, I could feel the stares filled with pity and guilt directed to the kid. With the atmosphere filled with depression, I silently arrived in front of the coffin. As it was still open, the faces of Lyla and Daniel's "sleeping" faces were visible.

Even though they suffered through torture, they still had a smile on their face, probably happy knowing that Freyja gets to live.

-Can I be like them? Willing to sacrifice their life for someone?-

Been a long time since I thought about something like that.

Staring at the two women in the casket, a tear escaped from my single functioning eye. Calming myself for a few seconds, I said my piece.

"Lyla, Daniel...I wasn't the best person, that's obvious, anyone sane can tell that, obviously, you two weren't...but, at least I got to treat you two like my daughters. I'm...sorry for being late."

Clamping my mouth tight, an overwhelming sense of sadness washed over me, and I didn't know how to deal with it, so, like I usually do, I put on my mask, an emotionless expression.

After a few moments, the air was only filled with silence. Cursing myself, I forgot that Freyja was still 7, and was broken, god the child was broken. However, surprisingly, the child spoke, yet it wasn't the one filled with that irritating joy and annoying cheerfulness that I got used to, rather, her tone was the same as mine, cold and indifferent.

Freyja: "Mum, mama...I forgive you two. Don't blame yourselves. I still love you...but... *sniffles*...goodbye."

With a single tear from both eyes, Freyja gently placed the flower, a dahlia, Lyla's favorite, above Lyla and Daniel's hands that were intertwined. After that, Freyja became silent again.

Since she didn't seem to want to say more, I just left, not bothering to look back. With Freyja craddled in my arms, we left.

-Goodbye...-

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|Freyja's POV|

Holding Fury's hand, or rather, dad's hand, we waited in front of a green wooden door. Dad knocked on it earlier, yet there still wasn't an answer.

"What are we doing here anyways?"

With a glance my way, dad grumbled a bit before spilling our purpose here. I've been with him long enough to know that he doesn't do anything without reason or because of emotions.

Dad: "You're gonna be livin' here now."

Raising a brow out of curiosity, I was about to ask but was cut off by the door swinging open.

Focusing back on the doorway, I saw a woman some inches shorter than dad, had long, wavy brown locks, similarly brown eyes, a beautiful face, and a slightly chubby figure.

Staring at her face, I noticed how she glared at dad. Though it showed hatred, it also contained some affection lingering in her eyes. Then, with a stern tone, she started,

???: "Fury."

And dad, the person she referred to, replied in a calm voice.

Dad: "Samantha. How are 'ya do-"

A snort came out from the Samantha lady, cutting off dad from saying anything else. Crossing her hands in front of her chest, she leaned against the doorframe and tiredly said,

Samantha: "Stop right there you one-eyed snake. I don't need any nonsense from that filthy mouth of yours. You already told me what you wanted me to do, and I accepted it. Nothing more, nothing less. So...*looks at me*...this the kid?"

With her brown eyes looking at me up and down, appraising me for reasons unknown to me, the woman, Samantha, suddenly smiled and gave my head a gentle pat, as if she wasn't the intimidating woman I saw earlier didn't exist.

Fury/Dad: "Yep. Freyja Smile. My biological daughter, but legally, she's the daughter of Lyla and Daniel Smile, as I have mentioned before. Mind if I come in so that we could talk more about the details?"

With an eyebrow raised, Samantha gave dad a scrutinizing gaze, contemplating on her options. But, in the end, she sighed as she took my hand and then lifted me up inti her embrace.

Samantha: "I mind, but what else can I do?"

Moving her gaze to me, Samantha showed me a gentle smile that reminded me of both my parents, making me unconsciously nuzzle into her neck.

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|Freyja's POV|

Placing another fake smile on my face, making it as believable as I can, I turned around to show it to my mentor.

Sitting on a comfy looking chair, with her legs crossed, an elbow placed on her knee, and her face rested on her hand, her green eyes began to appraise the smile that I showed. With a serious look on her face, my mentor concentrated on observing my mistakes, if I had any.

Then, sitting straight up, disregarding a stray red bang falling onto her left eye, she began to speak.

Mentor: "Freyja, I have to admit. You are improving faster than I thought. You're a natural at concealing your emotions, and, concealing your thoughts. That smile of yours is really believable. To be honest, I'm shocked that you can even smile. You can even perfectly mimic a happy-go-lucky attitude when you're always so...depressed."

A wry smile now appearing on her face, I reverted back into my emotionless expression having finished my task to smile like nothing bad ever happened to me, but in truth, something did.

Mentor: "You know, Fryeja. I'm still curious about your background, you know? I know who your parents were, but I think there's something more than that. Sadly, Fury banned me from ever knowing that. And I'm sure that you wouldn't tell me eithet."

With a nod, I just waited for what's to come next. And, from our previous sessions, I am guessing we would have another spar.

Mentor: "*Sigh* Still. To have me train you martial arts at your age is still unnerving. Gives me memories, you know?"

With another nod, I just went to the wall that had our sparring equipment, which were the needed protective gear and then things like boxing gloves.

Mentor: "Hmph. Don't know why I'm even telling you this. Well, maybe it's because you don't actually talk to me, that's making me want to voluntarily blurt out ny secrets. Is it something like a charm of yours? Just making people spill their secrets?"

Securing the straps on my boxing gloves and head gears, I nodded to myself before facing my mentor, who was putting on the focus mitts. [A/N: Those things that are like boxing gloves, but made for being hit.]

"Mentor. You're breaking character."

Stretching her arms, my mentor went to the middle of the room, which had the practice mat.

Mentor: "I know. Well then. Come on, Freyja."

Getting into position, my mentor prepared to receive my attacks, even if it was unneeded to do so, as my full strength would only feel like a simple smack to her.

"Thank you for taking your time to train me again, Master Romanoff."

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|Freyja's POV|

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It felt like a nightmare. Is it a nightmare? Please let it be one.

Tears began to fall from my eyes, my hands growing shaky from the sadness and depression overcoming my whole being. My legs began to feel wobbly. Like I couldn't stand up anymore.

Feeling the weight of the small box containing my feelings, I began to move my gaze from it and then to the scene in front of me, each time I do so, I feel like I was going back to my old self. The one I didn't want to be.

Memories of the past came to me, all those pain, the suffering, the heartbreak, all of them came back, escaping from their confines deep inside my mind. And with more and more of those reminders coming back to me, of how much of a failure I was, a smile began to show.

But, it wasn't a happy one, definitely not a genuine one, rather, it was a smile that I perfected to hide any kind of emotion I had, but the tears that kept running down my eyes betrayed my perfect "smile".

I still couldn't believe it, my best friend for 8 years, girlfriend for a year, was making out with a girl that I considered a big sister.

???: "_Just leave, Frey. Leave._"

Hearing her voice, her plead, I winced. But, I stilll couldn't do it. I was raised to be strong, my pride wouldn't let me leave like that.

-Sorry, Na-Na.- was the only thing I thought about as I remained in place.

Apologizing to Na-Na through my mind, I sighed and, without any hesitation, I opened the door, hiding the small box behind me as I did so. And, with the sudden opening of the door, the two women jumped in shock, their attention immediately on me.

???: "F-F-F-Frey!!! Ah! U-Uh!!!"

Like how she always did, she stuttered as she spoke, fear, regret, and guilt swimming around her hazel eyes. Petra Parker, the girl I treated like my sister.

And, though Petra looked to regret everything, my girlfriend, Gwen Stacy, just looked at me with annoyance and anger.

Gwen: "What are you doing here! For one week! One week! Frey! You disappeared for one week! And to do what!? Just so you could be with that Michelle slut! Don't you dare deny it!! I got tons of people telling me that they saw you with Jones for the past week!! So! Guess what! If you cheat on me! I cheat on you! You probably kissed me with that mouth that got covered with that cunt's spit! You fucking whore!"

Hearing all her accusations, more tears fell, the voice inside me kept on shouting on letting her out to rip Gwen limb from limb, my heart broke at every word that came from her mouth, but throughout all that, I still smiled, making Petra shake in fear, however, Gwen's angry frown just became more prominent.

Gwen: "And why are you fucking smiling! You bitch! You happy that you get to leave me for that slut!"

With my hands getting shaky, I sadly showed the small box I had in hand, making Gwen look at me with a eyebrow raised mixed with disappointment.

"No. Just that, for seven years. You've known me for that long. Most of my pains, my heartbreaks, you were there. When I found out my sexuality, you were there. I had many secrets that I didn't want to reveal, and you didn't pry, I loved you for that..."

Then, Gwen's previously angry expression began to falter, scared that she might have mistaken.

"*Sniffle*...even though I hid things from you, you didn't try to find out. When I was depressed, *sniffle* heh, I always was, you tried to cheer me up. I loved you for that. For nine whole years, we were practically inseparable. I trusted you with everything I have, but...seems like you weren't the same. Was I a joke to you? Oh wait. At least jokes have meaning. I don't. Everything we built for nine years, were all for nothing. But, do me a favor, ev-even *sniffle* though I've worked hard on this for one week, *I place the box on a desk* please don't let this be a waste. Seems I wasn't good enough for you. *Sob* Go-goodbye!"

Not having the will to take it anymore, I ran away. Leaving Gwen's apartment, I didn't care about anything else. All I wanted was for the pain to go away.

Na-Na: "I can do that for you."

Hearing her gruff yet feminine voice once again, I shivered, remembering the problems she had brought to me the past weeks, however, though as creepy as her voice sounded as I remembered, it now sounded...concerned.

I'd normally not fall for her tricks, but as of now, I didn't care.

Me: "Na-Na...Carnage..just do it...I'm not stopping you anymore."

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[A/N: Yep! Still confusing! But I'll clear up the confusion on the next chap. But, you could easily guess that Freyja has Carnage.

And, don't hate Gwen for this! Just don't. Really, don't. I love her.

Also, current timeline in the MCU will be mentioned in the next chap! Lastly, I'm definitely genderbending some characters.

Tell me if you want a genderbent:

°Thor

°Loki

°Tell me who you want genderbent.

And I will not genderbend:

°Clint

°Fury

°Bruce]