The past is often little more than our future waiting to happen

Jan 08, 2007 21:59

Given her choice, Susan wouldn't have taken this assignment. She understood why Cap had chosen her and his reasoning was sound but that didn't make the trip any easier.

Dropping into the water, the bubble formed over the lower half of her face just as she sunk beneath the surface. She didn't fight the currents, sinking down until her feet touched the spongy earth of the bottom. It wasn't a new sensation and yet the same thoughts when through her head every time. That small twinge about how deadly it would be if this time, this once, her powers failed her. Before she knew it for what it was - Merely a mundane moment of mortality. Now it was an entirely different fear.

Who knew what devices Reed had created to stop the unregistered combatants. Who knew what could happen while taking a chance such as this. And that was without worrying about facing Namor as well.

How would he react to seeing her? Would he allow her passage or send her away sight unseen? Did his heart still skip a beat when he thought of her and were his dreams also touched with memories of her?

The water shifted, light coming to her through the darkness. A soft greenish glow. Even from the distance she could see where he sat, lounging with the arrogant nonchalance that came with being a leader, a ruler.

Her heart skipped a beat and Sue sighed, the air filling the bubble that covered her mouth and nose. The sound of blood pounding filled her hear and she stepped forward, glad for the water around her which kept her skin cool and her cheeks unflushed. Glad that she could hide from him how, even now, she still felt for him.

civil war, namor

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