Emma's first breath in her new life was nothing like what she had expected. Instead of the sterile feeling of medical equipment, or the sharpness of being knocked out cold, she felt an overwhelming sensation of warmth and freedom.
She opened her eyes, her gaze immediately falling on the skyline of a bustling city. The air was different here—brisk but not harsh, filled with an electric energy. She wasn't in her old world anymore. She was in New York City... in the Marvel Universe.
She sat up, surveying her surroundings. She was standing on the roof of a tall building, the wind lightly brushing against her skin.
There was something distinctly familiar about the view. The towering skyscrapers, the flickering lights, the hustle of the city—it was exactly as she had imagined from the comics and movies. This was the world she had only seen through a screen, and now she was here, living in it.
She looked down at herself, surprised to find her appearance hadn't changed. She was still herself—18 years old, but with a strange, undeniable sense of being more… alive. There was a quiet strength in her chest, a hum that seemed to pulse in sync with the world around her. Her mind, too, was clearer than it had ever been. Her memories of her previous life, her experiences, her knowledge—everything was intact.
For a brief moment, panic gripped her. What now? Where should she go? What should she do?
But then, she remembered the being's words.
You're free. You can do anything.
Taking a deep breath, she looked around once more. The Avengers were a real thing here, she knew that much. Her mind flicked to the images of Iron Man, Captain America, Thor... and she realized she could meet them all. But even more thrilling was the fact that she wasn't just a spectator anymore. She had the power to be someone in this world, to carve her own path.
But before she could even begin to plan, something else stirred inside her. A sudden surge of heat, a flare of energy she couldn't yet explain. A warmth spread from her chest, almost like fire, but not quite.
Then, without warning, her body jerked slightly, her hands instinctively raised. And in that instant, she felt it—a flicker of power, barely under control, but real.
She took another deep breath, her eyes narrowing with focus.
There was something inside her, a force that pulsed, like it was waiting to be unleashed. Something immense.
And just like that, she knew it wasn't just her physical strength that had changed. It was something much deeper—something tied to the seven flames the being had spoken of.
Her journey had begun.
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Sorry for the realy short chapter.