“Imagine Foggy coming across someone new with abilities and trying to protect her from getting involved with the Defenders’ fight against the Hand.”
You’re afraid you may have startled Foggy by showing him your abilities.
The way he stares in with giant eyes at the floating piece of furniture above his head as it moves over to the other side is a look you’ve seen multiple times before. Once you rest the object back down, your body becomes overwhelmed at how you just overworked yourself after years of dormancy. You almost fall until Foggy catches you in his arms and you let out a slight huff.
“Now you understand why the fight against the Hand is my fight, too,” you say as you shake your head from the fog that tries to consume you. Foggy follows you when you get up from your position. He wants to protest, wants to tell you that you’re in no state to be fighting against an organization like them but he can see it in your eyes that nothing will stop you.
“They want what I have. The Hand has taken too much fear from me and I won’t allow them to continue to control my life like that.”
Foggy takes a step forward and places a hand on your shoulder. You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from succumbing to a sob.
“You don’t have to go through this alone. Let me help you.”
