Part 1
Charlie had taken an extended weekend from her training to fly back to Miami. While she didn’t believe that she had any influence over Tony’s actions, if it got Fury off her back, then it was worth it. Not to mention it gave Charlie time to talk to Natasha.
“I can feel you staring,” Natasha said, not diverting her gaze from in front of her.
Charlie averted her gaze as a blush spread across her cheeks.
“And I can hear you thinking from here,” Natasha added, finally turning in her seat to look at Charlie, “what’s wrong.”
Charlie tilted her head, her eyes scanned Natasha’s face as she analyzed the situation, “So you’re back to being my friend now?”
Natasha rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious Nat,” Charlie said, “you are so hot and cold all the time. I don’t get it.”
“There’s nothing for you to get, I’m just doing my job,” Natasha said.
Charlie felt a spike of pain in her chest, “so I’m just a job to you?”
Natasha could see the sadness in Charlie’s eyes as they started to glow purple. “It’s nothing personal.”
Charlie scoffed. “Then try not to take it personally when I say this, the moment we touch down in Miami, I am not going back to S.H.I.E.L.D. .”
“You can’t….”
“Oh I can and I will,” Charlie hissed, “I thought we were friend’s Natasha, hell I was actually growing feelings for you.”
Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, “You have feelings for me?”
Charlie looked like a deer caught in headlights. “That, that’s not the point I am trying to make her Romanoff. You can’t use me, I won’t let you.” Charlie stood, stomping off to sit in the farthest seat from Natasha.
Charlie was so angry, seething really. Her fists were tightly gripping her pant leg over her thigh, she ground her teeth with a clenched jaw, and her eyes pulsated purple.
I will not be treated like someone’s pawn, I am my own person.
She was working herself up. Her powers flared out, looking for anything and everything to latch on to, and they found the biggest thing. The plane.
Natasha darted out of her seat as the plane began to shake violently. She rushed over to Charlie, “Charlotte, what are you doing?”
Charlie growled causing the shaking to grow more violent. Cell phones and tablets sprung to life and rang aggressively.
“Charlotte, you need to stop.”
Charlie finally met Natasha’s eyes, Natasha had never seen Charlie’s eyes shine so bright.
She’s telling you what to do again. She doesn’t care about you, she just wants to use you.
“Get away from me,” Charlie growled.
“Charlotte,” Natasha was starting to get worried if she didn’t get Charlie’s power under control in the next 30 seconds, the plane was sure to make a crash landing. “Charlotte, listen to me, you’ve got to stop or you will kill us both.”
She is lying to you, just as her friendship with you was all a lie. She’s just going to use you, use your power. We should show her what power really is!
“No, no, no, no,” Charlie chanted as she clutched her hair tightly in her fists.
“Charlie,” Natasha tried to pull Charlie’s hands away.
“I can’t,” Charlie cried, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.
“Open your eyes, Charlie,” Natasha begged, “Charlie, please look at me.”
Charlie struggled to open her eyes, but when she did they weren’t her natural green or her power’s purple, rather they were entirely black.
“Oh, God,” Natasha gasped.
Charlie started to scream in pain.
Natasha scrambled to her bag across the aircraft. She returned to Charlie’s side and quickly injected a syringe into Charlie’s neck.
Before everything went black, Charlie muttered a soft “thank you.”