The Queen
So yeah maybe the World really wasn’t ready for her. The 5’1 woman really packed a punch, she was a walking embodiment of a Queen.
For a Woman coming from a Man’s world, it could be clear that she was the Queen of that Era.
So truly they all hoped that God didn’t leave them.
They had expected a mess of a Woman who couldn’t fit in. A woman uncertain and confused. A woman in a dress going to her knees, not this.
Not the 5’1 Fire power ready to take on the world with a sharp grin and a barbed tongue.
She seamed to slip right in.
She integrated her self into the 21st century with out hesitation.
No One was prepared.
And they didn’t know what to do with this information.
When she first Met the Avengers, Mostly Tony Stark. The air was thick and heavy. Captain Rogers had set her eyes on the group of people in the room. Narrowed as she studied them all.
Stark opened his mouth first. Pointing a pen at the Woman. “Captain.” His voice was sharp, and hard as steal.
Rogers just tilted her head to the side.
“Finally someone who uses my title.” Fury tensed, Rogers flashed him a fearless grin. The newly assembled Avengers shivered involuntary.
Rogers butted heads and snapped at Agents. She walked through the Compound like she owned it.
And no one said a thing.
She slipped around Conners like she knew it inside and out. She cut paths with an invisible knife through crowds of Agents.
She was an unstoppable force...
but what leaked under the Surface of the Perfect mask?