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trains-off-the-tracks · 7 months
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we were Robbed of the anarchist found family. they lived in the subway together for ten years we needed the intense chaotic bonds
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I love how in Supernova, when Nova first meets the Rejects and Honey sees she has flowers in her hands, she just thinks Leroy gave them to her, while he's just there winking at her because he knows exactly who gave her those flowers and what happened next.
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mikodrawnnarratives · 1 month
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y'know what.
fuck it
Happy Birthday, dear Evie Artino
Renegades Trilogy - Word Count: 17092
Summary: It's been 12 years since Nova's family was murdered. After the previous year of being a renegade and the aftermath of her uncle's actions, Nova gets a moment to breathe. To grieve. Though, it's a little more than difficult to do that once she's told her baby sister's corpse was never buried. Never found. And now she has to search for the infamous thief, gone rogue, Magpie. As if she didn't have enough problems to deal with. Let's just get this over with...
Before you read!
This fic is going off of the assumption Magpie was 11 months old when her family was killed, therefore ten years later would mean she is 10 and 11 months old, 12 years later would be 12 and 11 months old (close to 13 years old) etc etc.
(I say assumption bc I'm not sure how canon Maggie being 11 months old at the beginning is. It makes sense since she was around the age she'd start to move around but still, just want to let y'all know)
I’ve done my best to show this on a timeline image in the end notes but I wanted to be clear with that! The timeline also goes off some assumptions and guesses for how much time passes from book 1 to the end of book 3.
BTW I'm sorry if ages and time stuff get confusing
I confused myself in the middle of trying to figure this out and, even though I think I've gotten everything fixed, there may still be issues
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Nova took a deep breath, focusing on the wind gently tossing her hair. Better to focus on that than the heaviness in her chest. Leroy smiled and patted her shoulder in comfort.
“I’ll stay” Nova whispered, but then chuckled “But I’m crashing with you. The Renegades' campus rooms are terrible!” She straightened and let her tired smile relax.
Leroy shrugged, “As far as I’m concerned, the couch has been yours for a while.”
“Thank you, Leroy” She smiled. Leroy chuckled and pulled her into an odd side hug, her eyes blowing open from the action initially. She made a sly smile on her face to hide her apparent awkwardness, “I never took you for the cuddly type, Cyanide.”
“I’m not. But this is an exception.” He rubbed her arm, “You did good, Nightmare. Don’t beat yourself up about the rest.” Nova resisted the urge to fully melt in his touch, fully embrace it. Like she deserved it.
“If only it were that easy.” 
“It never is. But that’s how life goes sometimes."
"Look at you being all noble and wise! Haha! You haven't been taking classes from Simon have you?"
Leroy's smile lessened a little, something crossing his mind, "Nova?"
She broke away from his hug, "Hm?"
"Have you visited them yet?" He adjusted his glasses, “They did give them actual burials, right?” Nova appreciated the dark look that donned his face. She knew that look, and the revenge schemes it carried if he so chose.
It’s been a year since Ace Anarchy was defeated for good. And a year since Nova’s actual family was revealed to everyone. Who her uncle actually was. Her motivation for becoming an anarchist in the first place. One whole year of recovery from the remaining damage, and of tearing down a faulty system and trying to rebuild a new one. 
And it’s been twelve years since the murder of her family.
She pursed her lips and admitted what had also been on her mind, “No, no they did. I just haven't gone yet. There are gravestones and everything from what I've heard." She chewed on her lip.
Leroy tilted his cup around to watch the coffee swirl around. "Would you like emotional support?"
"You say that like a joke but please heh…" Nova laughed and turned to Leroy. She gripped the railing. "It's… gonna be weird. What do I even say?"
"They're graves,"
"Their graves."
“Right… my bad”
She fiddled with her fingers and Leroy placed a hand on her shoulder.
The chemist shrugged, "You don't need to know immediately. You don't need to go immediately, believe it or not."
Nova looked at him and opened her mouth to say something before a notification on her phone made her ears perk up the ever so slightest. She pulled it out to see the team group chat yapping about some shop opening. Leroy rubbed her back, "Just tell me when you want to visit."
"Thank you"
Nova spares a passing glance to the calendar and clock as she stands in the waiting room. She shifts from foot to foot. Discontent with standing, she paces. She wrings her hands as she does so.
It’s a miracle she hasn’t fled already. To procrastinate on it all for a little longer. But by this point it would be pretty idiotic to turn back now. Nova fidgets with her hair, waiting for her name to be called by the front desk.
It was taking longer than she would have liked to find out where her family's graves are. Leroy left with someone after they, not so discreetly, began to whisper. The renegade at the front desk kept passing weird looks to her. She couldn’t discern what emotion they had on their face. Maybe they were a prodigy, and gifted at masking. She didn’t get too good of a look at Leroy’s face either before he abandoned her in this desolate room. The cold blue light covering the room.
There’s no way they aren’t keeping something from her. Now she just wishes she had followed them. Anything to beat this trepidation.
Whatever they are hiding, she doubts it could be anything that Leroy would react better to than her. She keeps her ears peered just in case Leroy explodes something in reaction. There really wasn't a lot that Nova would take worse than Leroy, in her most humble opinion.
Footsteps running are her only warning before the front door to the establishment bursts open. Three hands all trying to cram through. Their bodies follow close behind in a clumsy, un-organized effort. 
She jolts her head to the noise and stares at the multiple people who crash through. Adrien, then Ruby followed by Oscar, Danna, an-
Wait. Danna-?
"Nova!"
"We heard-"
"We're so sorry!!"
Roxy and Oscar charge past Adrian and run at her full speed. They knock her over before she could blink. She groans and sits up, utterly confused. "What are you talking about?"
Adrian opens his mouth and-
BOOM
Leroy…
Danna comes over to the three of them on the floor, and yanks them up to their feet. She places a hand on Nova's shoulder, "You haven't been told?"
"Told me what?!" Nova would have kept her attention on Danna if Leroy literally hadn't just made something explode, "Leroy, do you want MORE community service?! What's going on?"
Leroy yells something Nova can't make out. But he's pissed. She frowns, her guard rising.
"Nova" Adrian walked up to her, maintaining her eye contact. "I think you should see it for yourself."
Nova's eyes soften and she takes Adrian's hand, "Why can't you tell me?"
"BECAUSE THEY FUCKED UP AGAIN THAT'S WHY!" Leroy's hair was still poofy from his rage just moments prior. He marches straight to Nova, forcing her to part from Adrian when he grabs her by her shoulders. She flinches and he pauses, immediately apologetic for his abrupt action, he sighs. "You said you had a sister, yes?"
Adrian inhales sharply and Nova's frown deepens, "What does Evie have to do with this…?"
Danna speaks up, "Are you aware of one of the latest villains, that has been flaunting their superpowers everywhere? They are going by the name “the Terror" (if they couldn’t get more corny)" Danna sighs. "Just this morning they went around terrorizing all across the city. Everywhere and anywhere they liked."
"I heard about that, but I didn’t think they’d be able to wreck this place too. I thought these cemeteries had measures in place to protect them." 
Adrian answers this time, rubbing his arm "Normally yes, but more Renegades have been needed to handle the new prodigy accidents and villain attacks ever since we defeated Ace Anarchy."
Danna speaks up again, "Resources for protection have been focused around civilian homes and shelters." 
Nova blinks and her eyes widen slightly, "What happened."
Leroy smooths his hair out as he takes a deep breath, "The Terror robbed several graves. The Artino's were one of them."
Nova's face shifts from one of confusion to one of anger and horror, "Where are they." She practically snarls.
Leroy chuckles without humor, "That isn't the only thing, Nightmare." His hands shake.
"There's more??"
The Sketch team is quiet, allowing Leroy to speak.
Leroy chokes at first but clears his throat to speak clearer without his emotions in the way, "Your parents' caskets and bodies have been recovered and will be reburied and their graves fixed once they catch the culprit."
Nova loses her breath, "You said Evie earlier. What happened to Evie!?" She looks around, "What. Did. He. Do."
"Nothing" Adrian says, "Her body was never there."
“What?” She stared at Adrian like he was making an uncharacteristic sick joke. He wasn’t. Nova's eyes widen but in confusion more than any horror or shock, "What do you mean? If she isn't there then the graverobber must have taken her!"
"The motive doesn't match up. He wasn't interested in any of the bodies. Of all ages." Danna says.
Oscar chips in hesitantly, "Her casket doesn't have any evidence of where a body would have been for 12 years."
Nova pauses and after a long silence takes a deep breath. She shakily sits on one of the lobby chairs and hugs herself. She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Are… are you saying… that Evie's body-" she hesitates, clenching her teeth before swallowing the lump in her throat, "Evie was never recovered from the crime scene. For twelve years, she has been missing."
Adrian's face crumples slightly, hesitating to reach out. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"
Leroy's murderous face makes too much sense now. Hot burning coals threaten to boil her alive just underneath her skin. Her breath slowly leaves her.
She was so close.
Nova had grieved before. She never thought her family would get the graves they deserved and had become okay with that. Or at least, grew used to the ache. Learned to be okay.
But, hearing they did. They did get graves. To honor their final rest. One they deserved when Captain Chromium failed them. Nova heard she could see them, even if they wouldn't be alive. Even just a gravestone above where their body rests forever. For a moment, a raw piece of her felt as if it could heal after being hollow for so long.
And it's been ripped away again. 
Nova wants to be angry. She is angry. Angry at all the renegades who failed her family all over again. Who got to go home to their perfect, happy homes, in their rich lives, with their complete and happy family.
Everything feels fuzzy. In slow motion as she vaguely sees renegades exit the room one by one. Plans over the radio to recover from the graverobber underway. Mentions of names. The Artino’s. David… Tala…. Nova…
Evie…
Adrian slowly sets a hand on her shoulder, and she doesn’t jolt. He makes circles with his thumb as she breathes. Heavy breathes that keep her from gasping. She slowly lifts her head up. Her lip twitches and Adrian doesn’t say anything.
She’s furious. 
She’s trembling. 
She’s frail. 
She’s weak.
She failed. 
She failed them.
She failed Evie.
Logically, both her and Adrian know that’s not true. She tried her best. She was only six. A six year old couldn’t be blamed for what happened. He knows his father messed up. Which is more than Nova could ever ask of him.
Nova’s angry. And she’s sad. She’s so tired.
She’s hurt.
Her baby sister was so close.
But it was a lie.
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Nova dumps the final bag of confetti in the recycling bin, marking the end of cleaning up after the parade a couple of days ago. It was to mark a year's progress after Ace’s second defeat. The permanent defeat. With confetti. 
After all that work to clean up the streets from the last villain attack. Confetti. Suffice to say, she wasn’t the one to come up with the littering party idea.
The parade itself was an attempt to stir up some more positive attention to the renegades’ name. Or rather, to honor the work done so far to keep everyone safe. Not that any positive attention to the renegades couldn’t hurt their shambled reputation from the last couple years.
That’s how Nova thought of it. She wouldn’t have agreed to participate otherwise. Not when she could continue working on the case of her sister’s disappearing corpse. It was quickly going cold. 
It was like the body walked away. Some kind of twisted magician’s act. And it was up to her to figure out how the magician did it. Where the magician is.
She purposefully avoided looking at Captain Chromium in the meantime. It only added salt to the wound to hear his involvement at the crime scene. Once it was a kind gesture for him to be so involved in her family’s death. Only after Nova learned Ace was responsible for sending the assassin. Now the gesture left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Surely he would have seen. Surely, he would have seen Evie’s body go missing. Footprints of a thief could have been documented. Her sister should have been put to rest. There should have been enough renegades at the scene to catch them!
It didn’t help that Adrian's father was on rocky terrain with Nova even before this revelation. And to think they had been getting along better over the last year. Now all that progress has been wiped clean. Who knows if it’ll be the same.
She felt the bag crunch in her grip. She let herself dig into it just a little more, just to get some of her fury out before dropping it.
Adrian talked to his father about what was remembered at the scene. Nova knew the man had been trying to talk to her to apologize for a while now but she just couldn’t face him. She wouldn’t want to punch her boyfriend’s father’s mug. Not that he’d actually be affected by it. The same applied to his husband as well. 
Nova pulls out her phone. She clicks open the group chat she shares with the rest of her team. She scrolls back through the messages, looking for updates for what must have been the thousandth time. 
Danna and Adrian have their time split between their own duties, so she couldn’t blame them. When they were available, they mostly worked on finding the negligent heroes (aside from the obvious) at the crime scene who were responsible for Evie’s disappearance. Danna’s been more helpful than Nova ever thought she’d be, seeing as they haven’t always been on the best terms. Understatement of the year.
She appreciated it nonetheless.
Oscar and Ruby have been incredible whenever they were free. They either joined her in what they deemed “detective business” (she really didn’t know how to feel about the name) or used their own efforts to search and track down where the body ended up. 
Evie’s birthday is coming up soon.
And it’s been a few weeks since Nova learned about the absolute incompetence of the clean up crew. The current leading theory was a bias, which didn’t seem too far off. Adrian has been working with his father to see if this has happened to anyone else. Despite the rest of Sketch’s team trying to help out, Nova could feel her hope dwindle. 
It was ambitious from the very beginning. To find the body of an 11 month old baby, twelve years after her death, but Nova really did let herself hope at first.
She couldn’t help but begin to sag around after any reminder of her sister. She felt conflicted between joining the efforts to find her, and distracting herself from the ache in her chest. It was like she was 6 years old all over again, and processing her sister’s death for the first time.
And it's certainly not a helpful attitude for actually finding her.
She’s begun to pack her schedule with numerous duties as of late. 24 hours every day allowed her to split her time between distractions and facing her current dilemma. No one was complaining from the extra help. The only real downside was the whispers about her. Nothing new. Everyone wins in the end this way.
Maybe she shouldn’t have been so open to any request in hindsight.
Nova stares at Thunderbird, “I’m sorry. Repeat that again?”
Thunderbird sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, the hero seemed much more fidgety than ever now that Nova paid attention, “Nightmare. Magpie’s missing.” Her feathers fluff up as she articulates this fact to Nova. Like she should care.
Nova scoffs, “No, no, the other part. You want me to-”
“You aren’t busy, are you? Then we need all the help we can get.” Thunderbird looks seconds away from shaking Nova senseless. “Look. I… I know about your sister and it’s all the campus can talk about. And-”
“Really?” Nova blinks, “I didn’t think I was that popular.”
“And. I’m sorry to ask you this when you’re grieving.”
Nova shifts uncomfortably where she stands. Thunderbird rarely talked to Nova when she wasn’t furious. To come to her when she’s desperate is… different.
Nova clears her throat, “Are you her mom or something? Why are you so pressed where she is?”
Thunderbird blinks at her, and squints. Oh that really ruffled her feathers. Nova could see veins popping out. “No, I’m not. However, I sponsored her and got her in to be a renegade. (In hindsight, a very poor decision…)” She glares pointedly, “She’s barely a teenager! Isn’t this concerning to you?”
Nova laughs. “I was taking care of myself by eight. I know jack shit about what’s 'normally' concerning.”
Thunderbird blinks and settles down slightly. “Right. Right… you were raised by villains-”
“Anarchists.” Nova corrects.
“Sure. But that was for you. Surely you can understand why we are worried for her. The Bandit is her age by now.”
She's got Nova there. Thinking about it, Max going missing would frazzle Nova too. She folds her arms and gives her attention to Thunderbird. “Don’t the renegades require contact information from a guardian?” Nova asks, “They should know where she is?”
Thunderbird’s lip trembled slightly, “Margaret’s… a special case. Her orphanage approved her residence and I paid for her fees and expenses.” Nova blinks, she remembers now the previous residence where she found out the kid used to live. It was pretty much useless at the time and now a year later, it’s been brought up again.
“How do you know she’s not brooding and being a problem on purpose. Running away from any responsibility she had.”
“Nightmare.”
“What?” She raised her hands in defense before placing them on her hips, “Magpie isn’t exactly thrilled about authority. This could just be avoiding the consequences of her actions somewhere, and being the moody brat she is.”
“Margaret… yes, she is very… temperamental.” Thunderbird sighs, “But even Magpie doesn’t disappear for weeks.”
Nova does a double take, "Weeks?! And you haven’t started looking sooner??"
Thunderbird scowls, "Do you really think you're the first renegade I've told?"
Nova cheeks pinken slightly and she frowns, “Then who else knows?”
Allegedly: Captain Chromium, Simon, and most of team Sketch are all the heroes Nova is told has been notified. Thunderbird doesn't specify who is looking. Orders to send out missing posters were underway until there were complications with schedules. 
Now that Nova thought about it, she may have heard Adrian’s parents discussing the 12 year old’s sudden absence a while ago. Thunderbird didn’t mention her friendgroup’s lack of involvement. She did note Adrian’s efforts to search for Magpie too. Nova bit her lip, she knew how much Adrian still cared about Magpie. Despite her sticky fingers.
“Is this the only reason you’re here?”
Thunderbird sighs, "You're needed for your familiarity in the locations listed here." She hands Nova files detailing the locations, "You may be interested to hear The Terror’s movements have been narrowed down to these districts."
Nova takes the files, "What about Magpie?"
"...All I'm asking is to keep an eye out for her. Report if you see her. Talk to her if you can. Try to convince her to come back, please.” Nova resists the urge to roll her eyes at the idea of peacefully talking with Magpie like Thunderbird is suggesting, “She grew up in that neighborhood, y'know."
Nova blinks, “She did?” Thunderbird nods and Nova hums. She already knew the whereabouts the orphanage Magpie went to at one point wasn’t too close to her neighborhood. It was plausible Magpie went to the elementary institution Nova vaguely remembers from the area.
Thunderbird folds her arms and Nova notices her feathers fluff up slightly. Oh now the birdie needs to be all stern and professional huh. Got it. No sentimentality here. “Your task is to search the area for The Terror already so… keep an eye out for Magpie. Report back to me.”
Nova deadpans, “Is that an order, Thunderbird?”
“It …is a request.” She took a deep breath to level out her pride, “Please, Nightmare. I know Margaret wasn’t the nicest-”
“Oh she was a complete turd.”
“Watch your language, Nightmare.”
“We’re both adults here, Thunderbird.”
“...right.” Thunderbird sighs, “But do you have to be so casually insulting. And in the workplace?”
“I’m sure Magpie’s called me worse behind my back.”
“How immature can you get…” Thunderbird deadpans.
“I’ll tell Magpie you said that.”
Thunderbird’s lip twitches and her feathers lift slightly, “oh, so you’ll look for her now?”
“No promises I’ll find her. Or bring her back. I doubt she’d come back easily if she ran away.” Nova scratched the back of her neck, “But Adrian cares about her. You care, I know Danna cares, and from what you tell me, even more than them. So why not.” 
Nova won't like coming across the thief again but she supposed there's no other option with the mess the tween's caused.
“...then call me Tamaya.”
Nova makes a double take, “What? Where did that come from?” She stares at Thunderbird for an explanation.
Thund- Tamaya frowns, “We aren’t on the field. And we aren’t strangers. We’re coworkers. And Adrian is the closest thing I have to a nephew so…" She clears her throat. "And… Nightmare, if you help me find out if Margaret is safe you’ll have my deepest thanks.”
“...” Nova really could only stare. Tamaya is almost bowing. BOWING!?!! For her help. Someone she despises. Really? “Magpie matters that much to you?”
Tamaya straightens, “She’s fierce when she wants to be, and when I met her… you should have seen it, Nightmare. Her determination despite how young she was…” She cleared her throat, “If only I had done things differently, maybe she’d still be here. I’d know where she is.”
Nova’s eyes soften slightly and she sighs, rubbing her arm. She really hopes she won't regret this. She stashes the files away in her bag, “I’ll help. Promise.”
Tamaya deflates from relief, Nova could see the tension in her posture after being so vulnerable about this request. More like a plea than anything, really.
“And call me Nova, Aunt Tamaya.”
“I’m going to regret this, aren't I.”
“Likely!”
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Adrian and Nova met up before she had to depart to search the district. Adrian squeezed Nova's shoulder in comfort when she sucked in a breath at the sight of her old neighborhood. She squeezed his hand back before they went separate ways.
The only pretty thing to look at here would be the setting sun and a darkening sky that is right behind it. The buildings fare much worse off, with buildings crumbling, the sidewalks are uneven from the large tree roots. Many of the homes sit with broken glass and lay abandoned. 
Most people in these areas stick to the new apartments nowadays. They're the only buildings that are still structurally sound and have the least risk of break ins. Made to be less vulnerable to villain attacks due to the design of the buildings. Even the renegades have been trying to finish up repairs on one of their more elaborate renegades apartments.
Nova would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of running away to live here when she was younger. Find an abandoned house to camp out at. Especially when Ace got angry. She never did, she didn’t want to abandon her only family. Even when he hurt her. He saved her after all.
Honestly, if she had lived here, it probably wouldn’t have been too different from living underground.
Growing up here couldn't have been nice.
Nova thinks about what Thunderbi- Tamaya said. Before she left she was told in depth about the process of resigning the Renegades, and it wasn't as simple as walking out unless you were arrested or were okay with losing any final paychecks and insurances offered.
Maybe Magpie did. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
Nova pulls the collar of her jacket closer, she really should have picked out a jacket with a hood. She needs to look casual though. There should be a coffee shop down the street that she plans to make a stop at. If anyone has eyes on her then it'll be her “motive” for snooping around the area.
She adjusts her black medical mask. Her movements are careful not to reveal the weaponry she’s hidden underneath her clothing. Her ears twitch from a garbage can jostling. A raccoon.
Nova makes it down the small stretch of suburbs still remaining, finally making it to the urban districts. She could hear the noises of city crowds up ahead. Lovely. Coffee shop right ahead. Either this villain shows themself and becomes a quick turn in, or she gets coffee. Classic on the job look there, huh. Maybe she’ll get hot chocolate, coffee is too bitter to be worth it.
"The terror" was becoming "the pain in the ass" to her honestly. The anarchists had their collections of thieves, sure, but on the other side of the coin turns them out to be more nuisances. 
She takes one step onto the sidewalk and a figure runs into her, Nova is shoved straight into the brick wall behind her and they bounce back onto the ground “OOF-” She wheezes and scowls at the figure, “Watch where you’re goi-” The black clothed figure’s hood fell back. 
There sat Nova’s other objective. 
Magpie rushes to pack up all the things that had fallen out of her bag from the tumble she took when colliding with Nova. She freezes when Nova guffaws her name out loud.
“Nightmare?!” Her eyes bulge and she stares at Nova. Nova takes in the kid’s choppy haircut, now longer than the bob she wore when Nova first met her. A cloud of dirt has stained the mostly black clothing she has on, and Magpie clutches a passenger bag as she collects her last scattered item. A diamond bracelet. 
Wait a minute. “What did you-” 
Magpie bolts, cutting through the next crowd as Nova runs after her. “Get back here!”
Magpie takes a sharp turn into the nearest alley, Nova apologizes to all the citizens as she parts her way through. She sees the sewer lid slide into place when she gets to the alley. Oh, does that brat think she’s clever?
Nova pries open the lid and jumps inside, cringing from the smell immediately. Her shoes splash in the water the moment she gets down. She equips her flashlight though it’s almost unneeded when she hears more splashing up ahead.
She catches up and grabs the kid’s hoodie, ignoring her cry of shock. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
Magpie snarls and turns around and successfully pushes Nova away. “I could ask you the same fucking question!”
“I asked first.”
Magpie sneers, “Oh look who’s high and mighty by using playground rules.” She turns around to walk away only for Nova to keep up pace with her. And that kid has the nerve to count her little collection of stolen goods in front of her. Nova runs up and tries to grab the bag out of Magpie’s hand, she curses under her breath when the brat dodges. 
“Hey!”
“You’re stealing again, aren’t you! I bet that jewelry doesn’t even belong to you.”
“Belongs to me now.” But her eyes widen like dinner plates when Nova makes another grab for the bag, slowed down only by the sludge in the bed of the sewer, “Watch it! Some of this is mine for real!”
“So the thief admits it”
“Oh, will you shut the fuck up!” She complains once Nova stops making grabs at her bag so she could search it. Nova folds her arms and Magpie gives her a pointed glare, her nose scrunching, before returning her attention to her collection.
Nova returns it and pinches the bridge of her nose, “I swear to god, if you’ve been missing because you’re off playing the act of the latest thorn in our side ‘The Terror’ I-”
Magpie turned around with a deadpan, “Who?”
“Oh how convenient. You don’t know about the graverobber who appeared just around the time you disappeared.” Nova points at Magpie, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t cuff you right now on suspicion of theft.”
“Wow, the Anarchist has turned full cop huh. What a shame. Newsflash, I’m not a graverobber. Do you really think these arms could lug around a shovel?” Magpie grips her bag tightly in the defensive.
“Your powers could easily help out with that, I'm not stupid.”
“And last time you knew exactly what my powers could do was…?” Magpie blinks several times on purpose at Nova, putting a hand next to her ear to mock signal the action to help hear better. “What was that? Never? Who knew!”
“Not funny.”
“Besides, modern day graves aren’t even worth robbing for the amount of effort it takes. No gold or silver is ever buried with those crypts anymore. The highest prices you could get would be from the organs.” The girl gags. Magpie fiddles with her passenger bag’s strap, but Nova can see she has been eyeing their whereabouts for an escape for the past few minutes.
Nova puts her hands on her hips, “Should I be concerned how you know this? Actually nevermind, you always say weird shit.” Maybe she was exaggerating here but she didn’t care too much at the moment.
Magpie whips her head back to Nova, scowling. “What are you even doing here. Shouldn’t you be after The Teapot or what's his name?”
“I’m here because you disappeared without a trace.”
Magpie rolls her eyes. “Please. Like anyone cares. I’ve been gone for two weeks and haven’t seen a single one of you hypocrites.”
“"No one cares"??” Nova guffaws.
“That’s what I said. Yes. Congratulations, your ears function perfectly.”
"Several people care! Do you think I'd be here looking for your ass if people didn't!? Adrian, Oscar, Thunderbird, Tsunami, both of Adrian's dads. You can't just disappear like that!"
"I quit." Magpie bites. "And, well, you found me! You can go tell them to mind their business."
Magpie begins to walk away in a huff, and Nova's mouth opens and closes like a goldfish before recovering enough of her brain cells after the audacity of the comment.
"What. Is wrong with you?! They don't just want to know you're okay, they want to SEE you're okay." Nova waves her arms around to emphasize her point. She subconsciously remembers and notes how she had picked the habit up from Leroy. 
"Besides" she pinches her nose, "you can't quit the renegades without a conference and before handing over your equipment" Nova makes a pointed glare at the cleanup crew uniform Magpie wore under her hoodie, only barely visible. The clothing was less of an issue than the tech-advanced gloves and shoes Nova knows Magpie smuggled from the other techies in the renegades. She just knew that the uniform allowed the girl to carry more than usual.
Magpie's face pinkens slightly but she lashes back just as quick. "I'll do what I want, Miss Juliet."
"…What did you just call me?!"
“You heard me!”
Nova growls in frustration, “GOD why does anyone want you around when all you do is cause trouble and spout insults like it's a competition!?”
“You tell me! I've made it plenty clear that I don't want to be anyone's friend.”
“Magpie-!”
The girl had the nerve to try and dash away again, using her powers to rip herself out of the muck and stick to the walls. Nova reaches in her jacket and pulls out her netting gun, and in a second the projectile stretches into a web and stops Magpie in her tracks, trapping her foot temporarily. Magpie growls as Nova readjusts herself, prying away from the stickier filth.
“Are you even listening?!?! You’ve been missing for weeks!! You can’t just disappear like that.” She sighs “You worried a lot of people. Good people. Frankly, good people that have much better things to be worrying about than a thief.”
Magpie groans, “You’ll NEVER drop that will you.” She shakes away the net from her foot and Nova collects it with a frown.
“Maybe when you show actual change for once.” Nova scowls and points to Magpie’s satchel. “I bet that bag is full of stolen goods, huh. A thief in the renegades.”
“Did you already forget I QUIT” Magpie grits out as she gets up.
“Again. Not OFFICIALLY! You’re still associated to them-!” Nova fumbles, “Them- us. The heroes.”
Magpie doesn’t seem to notice her fumble and solely focuses on what she said before. “OH like I’M gonna deal so much damage to the renegades reputation” She sneers and kicks aside some trash.
Nova takes a deep breath before practically shouting, “Yes!”
“I don’t go around flaunting my story unlike someone.”
Nova grits, “You are infuriating.”
“Thanks, I try.” Magpie brushes dirt off her clothes like it’ll make a change to how muddied they’ve become. “And besides, the renegades don’t need help soiling their reputation.”
Nova sighs and rubs her forehead, “I’ll never understand what Callum ever saw in you.”
Nova expected a snarky comeback immediately. Some snappy retort spat back at her like Magpie had been doing.
But Magpie stays quiet.
Nova looks over and sees the way Magpie's fists clench. She considers saying something again but Magpie brushes ahead of her.
Nova tilts her head to get a better look at Magpie and sees the kid’s fists clenching. Nova considers saying something before Magpie grunts and continues to search for the sewer exit. Preferably one that Nova isn’t in the way of. Nova still follows close behind.
“Maybe that’s why Callum was better than you hypocrites.”
Nova frowns, she really shouldn't be surprised anymore. “You’re one to talk.”
“Why do you think I left.” The heat was rising in her voice again, and Nova gladly met it.
“What else? Selfishness!” Nova’s hands swung around to exaggerate her point. “You didn't even think about how the people around you would worry for your safety?? All so you can indulge in a life of crime.”
“That’s not why I-”
Nova deadpans, “Sure.” Nova walks ahead of the tween in a spurred heated pace, turning the corner and checking the area. Magpie’s appearance had distracted her from the fact they were in territory many new villains loved to travel through. Must be the "aesthetic".
Despite walking ahead, she didn’t go so far where Magpie would be out of her peripheral vision. Her ears remained keen for if Magpie would try to dash off again.
“If you'd just let me talk-!”
Nova turns around, about to open her mouth when something large shoves her into the wall. She hears a shriek and draws her weapon blindly. It’s ripped from her hand almost immediately and she whips her head up, finally seeing their attacker.
A tall boney figure of a man stands right across from her, holding the small tween in his grasp with a maniac smile on his face. He’s giggling. The dagger Magpie had tried to grab in a last ditch attempt to protect herself had been pried out of her grip. The man brings her dagger to the kid’s neck, only centimeters away from slicing skin. Magpie trembles, trying to squirm out of the sickly skinny man's hold. His grin stretches from Nova's attention.
"If it isn't the famous hypocrite, Nightmare" the villain drawls out. When Nova steps closer, he shifts the dagger dangerously close to Magpie's neck. She stops. "Yeah that's right…" the villain giggles deliriously, twitching. "You can't do anything."
"What do you want?" Nova says cautiously, her eyes stayed glued to the dagger. Under her breath she whispers “250cm. Shabby haircut and facial hair. Notch in right ear, scarring from corner of the ear to top of-”
“Are you tattling on me? …heh …hehe continue! Not that it will work~” The villain strangely allows her to note the details and send in the report for back up “They won’t get here in time.” He sniffs and blinks lazily. Is… Is he drunk? His grip on the dagger laxes ever so slightly but Nova doesn’t breathe a sigh of relief just yet.
“You haven’t answered my question sir.”
“Drop your bag pretty little lady” The man uses his foot to slide Magpie’s passenger bag over to him, “This one’s getting lonely~” The raven-haired child squirms in his hold but he tightens his grasp on her, creating a striking cut across Magpie’s neck. Magpie cries out in pain.
“That’s what this is? A robbery? Drop the kid you don’t need to-”
“Stop talking, or I’ll slit her THROAT!!” The villain screams seemingly out of nowhere. Nova halts immediately, giving the villain more satisfaction than she’d like to. She grits her teeth, plotting how to handle this. “There we go~ That wasn’t so hard was it? Can’t ignore me now huh heh… heh heh”
Nova prays he’ll start to monologue. Oh please let him start monologuing! She needs the tim-
“You may be wondering why I’m doing this…”
THANK GOD
Magpie looks to be in pain but even she rolls her eyes in annoyance. The man giggles and his body seems to spasm like static. Nova squints. His hair shifts from orange to black to brown in a matter of seconds. 
“Do you like my power, little Nightmare?” Nova jolts and sees the scruff and build of Ace Anarchy right in front of her. An unstable form that shifts back into a stretched twig in the next second. “I’ve been meaning to give it a test run.”
“How are you-” Nova barely gets a word in before the villain continues.
“My form appears differently to all who see me. I appear as the people you’ve feared, who you’ve hated and cowered under in the past. I am fear. I am terror.” 
“Wait- You??” Recognition hits Nova like a stack of bricks and she groans internally. The graverobber.
A grin stretches across his face. His eyes hollow out and he takes on a sickly gray appearance. It almost looks like Ace Anarchy… but not quite. His eyebags stretch down his face for forever and he almost appears undead. His teeth appear chipped and stained with alcohol. His lip appears blistered, bleeding, as if a smoker’s lip.
Magpie screams when she sees his new appearance. With the villain’s attention away from her, she almost escapes his hold. She kicks wildly at him with the heels of her feet.
The Terror growls and makes a wild jab at Magpie before she escapes his hold, he nabs her cheek but Nova jumps in to restrain him before he can do anymore damage. Magpie falls to the ground as Nova grabs a hold of the villain. Nova rips back his (real) sleeve but the man shoves her off him before she can activate her power. 
The villain trips her and Nova curses when he attempts to keep her down by kicking her. She grabs his foot and yanks him down into the sewer’s sludge. She gets one good punch in before he returns the blow.
The man grabs the dagger but before he can strike, the dagger is ripped out of his hands and heads straight into Magpie’s. The Terror snarls at the child but gets caught up in wrestling Nova for her netting gun. Magpie dashes the other direction.
His face shifts to Adrian’s and Nova falters, immediately losing her advantage. Her own netting gun fires from The Terror’s hands, and pins her to the ground, knocking her head to the side.
She jolts up to get out of her own net casing, furiously searching for the other dagger on her person. She does her best with the newfound dizziness. The adrenaline pulses through her veins, allowing her the luxury to ignore the growing headache. She has no doubts it'll be an issue later, unfortunately.
The man fires the net at Magpie next, pinning her down for good measure as he searches her bag and nabs what he finds shiny. Magpie kicks and swears up a storm. The villain shoves her into the muck to shut her up. He takes her bag and runs.
Nova curses herself for her design choices. The net only closes around its capture, leaving no room for correction. She severs the net around her with the dagger the villain hadn't gotten a hold of in his hast, but it takes her longer than she’d like to retrieve it.
She clutches her head once she gets onto her feet, stumbling only slightly. The tunnel's few and far between lights flickered. The villain got away.
Nova almost considers going after him but Magpie's struggling takes precedence. Nova beelines for Magpie, kneeling down and cutting the ropes that trap her face in the sewer's waste and water. 
Nova cuts away the last piece that kept the child down, and Magpie jolts up to gasp. She sputters and coughs for a few minutes, gulping precious air. Procedure mandated Nova check with Magpie if she swallowed any water and (at least from Magpie’s testimony) she’s fine. Wouldn’t hurt to check out later.
Nova frowns toward the direction the villain went but shakes her head. Not yet. She helps pull Magpie to her feet and helps her down on the dry (not dry, moist actually, but considerably dry-er) concrete that sits above the sewer water. Nova pulls out a med kit, paying attention to the gashes the villain landed on Magpie. Her own could wait.
When Nova attempts to clean the gash on the kid’s cheek, Magpie jolts backward. Nova sighs.
“If I don’t do this, the wound will only get worse. Trust me, you don’t want to get an infection.” She says sternly. “And the quicker we do this, the sooner we catch that bastard.”
Magpie frowns, her eyebrows furrowing. She isn’t whining anymore at least, and she braces herself when Nova pulls out the antiseptic again.
Magpie winces from the sting of the disinfectant. Nova frowns and sympathizes with the kid. Using this disinfectant wasn’t the most preferable way to deal with these cuts, she’ll admit. But after the wounds’ contact with the sewer water, infection was definitely a greater concern. Nova will probably need to haul Magpie over to headquarters just to make sure the kid didn’t get any diseases from the sewage.
The cut on the kid’s cheek really only needs a simple bandaid but the laceration on her neck requires gause. It’s hardly a pretty sight but at least it isn’t bleeding too badly. Likely surface level.
She, again, cleans the wound and ignores Magpie’s winses. She applies the gauze to her neck and gently wraps the bandage around. 
Nova lets out the breath she had been holding in, “There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” Despite what she said, her tone was only half heartedly snarky. The villain had caught her off guard and she wasn’t enthusiastic to fail helping the kid again.
Magpie doesn’t respond. Instead, she chooses to stand up again, stumbling in the process. Nova catches and steadies her. Nova tries to check the kid’s head for a bump but the kid bats her hand away. The child frowns and looks away, feigning strength that contradicts her dependance on Nova to keep her steady.
Nova turns her attention away from the ex-renegade and back to the sewers. Inside her jacket, the thrum of her tracker comforts her of the villain’s whereabouts. She pulls it out and watches the flickering red spot’s movements. The blinking green dot marks where she is.
“He hasn’t gotten far. Keep a hold of my arm and on my sig-”
“It’d be easier if you left me behind” The ex-renegade gruffs.
Nova looks at her, “He took your stuff too.” And Nova didn’t want to risk the kid running away the moment she left her sight. But one appealed more to Magpie’s wishes than the other.
Magpie huffs and her attitude returns, “I don’t carry anything too important. I’m not stupid. He just snatched today’s income.” She mumbles something about finding a new bag.
Her nonchalance couldn’t help but make Nova bristle, “Income? Really. You mean what you’ve stolen today.”
“I’m using my powers for something useful now, aren't I?”
“Something useful would be helping people.” Nova couldn’t help the bite that came out in her voice. “Not causing a bigger issue for the Renega-”
“Why would I help them?” Magpie snarls, “Their reputation can go die for all I care. They didn’t help me and they aren’t entitled to my help”
Nova blinks, “What?”
“I know you heard me, don’t lie.”
Nova deadpans, “Oh? Clarify for me.”
“Why should I.��� Magpie shoves herself away from her, getting her balance back mostly. She keeps one hand on the sewer wall.
Nova sighs, giving up on getting an answer for her question. Better to not beat around the bush. “What do you mean by ‘they didn’t help’? They were always reaching out! Callum was-”
Magpie scoffs, “Exactly. Callum. Everyone else was in it for my powers.” She grumbles something inaudible and then, “He was too but at least his power let him see past that.” 
Magpie winces in pain and stumbles, Nova rushes to her side to catch her again. Magpie doesn’t bother fighting her again but she does scowl. Nova ignores her and focuses on helping her walk. The kid’s right foot must be sprained or something.
Nova sighs, “Renegades are chosen because of their skillset.”
Magpie huffs “Yeah, well. I signed up for history. Artifacts.” 
“And you barely did anything.”
Magpie blew her hair out of her face. “Then good thing I’m out of your hair now. You don’t have to spare a thought to think about how worthless I am to you lot.”
Nova groans internally. She’d give anything to just drop the kid. “No one thinks you’re worthless. You haven’t been applying yourself so-”
“I have.” Magpie defends.
“Really.”
“Really!”
Nova heavily doubts that but chooses just to roll her eyes. “Well if we’re going to talk about this, why did you leave.” The villain wasn’t too far ahead but he had still made a substantial run for it. They were hardly close enough for their voices to be heard by him yet. From what the tracker suggested, he had paused to look at all his newfound treasures. Likely, he hadn’t noticed the tracker yet. Amateur.
“The renegades are hypocrites now.”
Oh this argument? Nova takes a breath, “They always have been.”
Now it was Magpie’s turn to be skeptical.
Nova continues, “But these kinds of organizations will always have flaws. That’s why good people need to be there to improve them.” Nova never thought she’d see a day where she’d so adamantly defend the renegades but here they were. 
Magpie pipes up again, “And yet they still flaunt the idea everyone is equal” Her words taunt the idea itself in an almost singsong way. “Nobody sees that’s the furthest thing from the truth”
“What do you mean by that?”
“No one is equal just because everyone and their mother has powers now.” She shifts slightly as they walk to turn the corner. “No power comes with the same strength as another. And now prodigies aren’t people who earned it.”
Nova chokes and whips her head around to the kid, “Earned it??”
Magpie puffs her chest out, defending her claim with no hesitance, “Becoming a prodigy comes from survival!” Her fist tightens, “And now there are new “prodigies" that flaunt their power like it’s the same thing!” She pointedly looks at the tracker with the villain’s location. Nova had to admit, she was right for this case.
Despite that, Nova refutes Magpie’s previous claim, “Not all ‘previous’ prodigies got their power out of necessity.”
Magpie bites back, “The majority did. And yet, everyone’s trying to act like nothing has changed for the worse.”
Nova frowns, “What does this have to do with you quitting?”
Magpie shuts her mouth and remains silent. They walk a good chunk for a good chunk of time before Nova opens her mouth, “Oh now you’re silent on me again. Great.”
Magpie groans something closer to a whine. “Why are you so interested anyway??”
“Maybe I want to know what’s in that skull of yours to think it’d be a good idea to disappear for weeks! You worried-”
“I don’t care.” Magpie mutters.
Nova still heard it. “Say that again.” A challenge really.
“They don’t actually mean it.”
Nova barks a humorless laugh, “Yes, (oh boy) yes, they do!”
Magpie whips her head back to Nova, “I was a nuisance! I burdened everyone. I used up resources.” She listed them like they would obviously affect how others would think of her. 
And it did. Not always the way Magpie believed though. 
Nova agrees with her, “Yeah, you were. What does that have to do-”
“Everyone should be happy I’m gone. I’m no longer a stain on their reputation.” She shoves her hands into her pockets. “But then again, they ruin their reputation well enough without me.”  
Nova doesn’t bother trying to interject and correct her again. Instead, she listens to Magpie spout off. She’s fessing up now. 
“I’m on the side that matches my character now, right? At least in their eyes. You should be happy.” Magpie quips, continuing her spiel.
Nova doesn’t say anything for a moment. Taking in the kid’s words. She isn’t really sure if she regrets making Magpie talk again. It was easier when she was silent honestly. Easier on her headache. Regardless, Nova speaks up again, “...That’s it? That’s why you made everyone worry?”
Magpie speaks firmly, “They aren’t actually worried. I can guarantee they just want my superpower and labor. Why would they be worried about me?” 
Nova takes in a deep breath, hopefully warding away her oncoming headache. “Honestly, I have no clue.”
“Told you.” Magpie grunts.
“But.” Nova breathes out, “They are worried regardless. Thunderbird herself asked me to go looking for you. And she doesn’t even like me!” Nova hoped her emphasis on Tamaya’s desperation would convince Magpie but it had the opposite effect.
“If anything that proves my point they don't care.” Magpie chuckles. It wasn’t funny. “Leaving my fate up to an ex-anarchist. If they are so concerned, where are they right now?” It almost sounded like a genuine question. One that flabbergasted Nova to no end.
“Busy! And they have been looking for you. They just also have more important things to do than-”
“Look for a shitty kid?” Magpie finishes for her. Nova’s eyebrows furrow at the wording. “I know you don’t like me. Nobody likes me. I made sure of that.” Of all the things for the thief to be honest about, Nova didn’t think admitting her self fulfilling prophecy would be one of them. “Callum was the only one that- …”
“That what?” Nova pries.
“That…” Magpie’s face scrunches up, a pattern when she’s forced to be vulnerable. “I mean that he was annoyingly persistent. He had a good superpower that… could have changed the world.”
“It did.”
Magpie laughs sourly, “It didn’t.” She shakes her head. “He died.”
“He inspired the people around him.” Nova insisted.
“And look what happened to him.”
A silence falls over the two. An uncomfortable one. Nova honestly isn’t sure what to do. Magpie never seemed the sentimental type in any shape whatsoever. She wouldn’t believe the kid even cared about Callum if she hadn’t seen her sobbing over his dead body last year.
Nova breathes in and breaks the silence, “He… was a martyr.”
Magpie’s voice comes out raw. “So? The wonders he saw shriveled up.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes, it is. Barely anyone in this city has a shred of pity in their soul.” She spits. “Not without profit. Without glory.”
Nova puffs her chest out, “Bold of you to criticize this of the city.”
“Bold of you to assume I give a shit. I know my hypocrisy. I’m just telling it as it is.”
Something in the way Magpie uttered her last statement makes Nova pause. A sort of Deja vu waving over her. The echo of their footsteps quickly replaced their voices and filled the halls of the concrete and waste maze.
“...sounds pretty lonely.”
“Nice try, Nightmare. I’m not falling for that.”
“I’m not trying to trick you.”
Silence. Nova isn’t surprised by this point. In the corner of her eye she could see Magpie avoiding her gaze, entranced by the mesh of components that make up the concrete below them. Nova briefly glanced at her tracker and chewed on her lip. 
Nova sighs, “Just… Give me a reason to tell Tamaya and the others why you left when I get back.”
Magpie turns to her, squinting her eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Dead. Dead serious.” 
Nova looks at Magpie a second longer and flicks her attention back to the tracker. Magpie opens her mouth and Nova places a finger against it. Magpie's face twists in offense until she realizes what they've stumbled across.
Nova cautiously leans forward to see two men and the lanky villain from before. The lanky villain has donned a new mask, covering his face and neck entirely, masking his ability but protecting him from Nova’s. Magpie freezes and Nova moves her hand to the kid’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
She taps Magpie’s shoulder once. Twice. Magpie blinks and perks up to look at her with a surprised recognition. Nova continues relaying her instructions.
The girl squints her eyes at Nova.  Nova gives her a look and the girl huffs.
"..-. .. -. ." she taps back. The Morse code didn't translate her tone, but Nova could tell from expressions alone the girl’s grumpy agreement [Fine.]. 
Nova places her hand on the wall and points to one of the individuals The Terror stands next to. The one that looks about ready to fall over from nerves. He's holding a hefty chunk of concrete, the torn reinforcing steel at the center. It’s hard to miss the gaping hole in the wall, light shining through it. 
Magpie gives one gentle attempt to pull the bag away from him, it's across the shoulder of the man, but she slumps and gives up soon after. His arms are in the way of cleanly stealing her bag back.
Nova’s head lifts up and she points to the gravel and shards from the mess the group must have made in their haste into the sewers. The girl activates her powers and gathers the shards at her feet. Magpie moves them slowly into the water.
The movement startles the timid man ("Crocodile?!") into dropping the concrete, it breaks half once it meets the ground. The halves splash into the sewer's muck and liquid. One of the dealers smacks him in the head and the Timid dude straightens.
Magpie and Nova breathe a quiet sigh of relief once the merchants return to deciding the price they’ll pay for The Terror’s stolen items. Magpie lifts one slab of concrete slowly, breathing in. The water decreases the difficulty of carrying the concrete slabs, the only challenge will be getting it out.
Nova stays tense. She keeps a finger on the activation tigger of the tracking device. In the past she’s designed and built in the function to employ a heavy magnetic force, stuck to whomever she aimed it at. The corresponding magnetic rope weighs heavy on her gear belt.
“460. Final offer.”
“Deal.”
“Mack, get the fucking rocks, we’re going now.”
“Yes!”
Magpie jolts and lifts the concrete into the air, throwing them at the three. One thwacks the timid man, and he collapses to the floor. The second only grazes the Terror and the other dealer.
Nova activates the tracker, the metal presses tightly against his leg and expands to his knee. Magpie uses her power to shut the messy entry/exit hole. The Terror backs up and the second dealer curses Nova’s hero name. He opens his hand-
Nightmare shoves Magpie out of sight at the corner and dodges the dart flown her way. She runs up and kicks the second dealer into the sewer water before tackling the Terror to the ground. Her netting gun falls from her person in the process.
Magpie pulls her bag to her person, as well as the other (much larger) bag of trinkets and valuables stolen by the graverobber. She pays no attention to Nova punching the Terror and his strikes in return. Roughhousing. None of her business now.
She rummages to check her own stuff is still present, and then peeks through the other bag of belongings. Her eyes catch a card and she fishes it out.
A drivers license, with the name Oliver Berk listed next to a picture of a man.
Magpie doesn’t get to examine it for long. The second dealer hacks up the disgusting “water” and pulls himself out. He grabs Nova’s netting gun. Nova’s too busy keeping the Terror from escaping to notice. The Terror’s clothing covers up her options to force him unconscious in a split second.
Magpie jolts up to her feet and runs out of hiding. “Hey!”
The second dealer looks up just before she shoves herself against the man to grab the gun. He yells in shock and she scrambles to rip the netting gun out of his hand. He grabs her hood and lifts her into the air. “What the hell is this kid doing her-” She aims the netting gun and pins him down.
She goes down with him, only outside of the net. He lets go of her hoodie and she knocks against the concrete. Nova looks up in a panic from the sound, wide eyed and distracted. The Terror kicks her in the stomach and abandons the scene. But not before smashing the tracker device, prying it off of his leg.
###
Nova groans and gets to her feet. The pain eases after a moment. She looks up and breathes a sigh of relief to see Maggie getting to her feet. 
Nova slides down into the gutter between them to reach Maggie sooner. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Breathes Maggie.
Nova strides toward the kid and grabs her shoulders. Magpie freezes. Nightmare checks her head for bleeding, only finding a goose egg. “You got knocked twice in the head today.”
“I’m fine, Nightmare.”
Nova sighs and lets Maggie go. Choosing to walk over to the second dealer, she puts her hand through the net and forces him to fall unconscious. Nova’s phone pings with a new message and Maggie uses her power to snatch it and view it as Nova collects the other dealer from where he dropped.
“How come you didn’t run earlier?” Nova asks Maggie as she looks through the two villains' persons for identification, not before tying them up just in case.
“When?”
“When you grabbed the loot.”
“...ahuh.” Nova scratches her cheek. “And you ran out of hiding because…?”
Maggie pauses and shrugs. “They… could have had more on them”
“If- if he got you then I’d be fucked!” The girl defends herself. “Who here is more experienced with fighting and winning?”
“Okay okay, that’s fair.” Nova collects two identification cards. “These will be helpful at least.” 
Nova accidentally pulled out a photograph when she had searched the man's pockets. She stares at a photo of kids barking a resemblance to the man. She sighs in sympathy.
“I found another.” Maggie pulls over the large bag and hands Nova the driver’s license. “Oliver Berk. No powers recorded on it as of five years ago.”
“It’s outdated?” Nova examines the identification. “It doesn’t match either merchant.”
“The Terror?”
“It’s more likely to belong to someone who died in the past few years.”
Magpie’s nose scrunches, “Why would you steal a driver’s license? They’re worthless.”
Nova gives her a look, “Actually, they’re worth a lot. Especially if you need a new identity.”
Maggie blinks and her cheeks pinken ever so slightly out of embarrassment for not thinking of that possibility. “Well… won’t a dead person’s ID catch eyes? Someone would notice that right?”
“...Who knows anymore.” She sighs.
Maggie pulls out Nova’s phone she snagged earlier and looks at the message. 
“Oh. Her.”
“Who?” 
Maggie shows the screen to Nova. Nova sours for a moment to see Maggie stole her phone. She perks up in interest the moment she recognizes Thunderbird’s contact.
"Was she the one who put you up to looking for me?"
"Yeah why?"
Maggie walks over to the side of one of the men to sit down, crossing her legs. "She, especially, doesn't care. Not really"
"Sounded like she cared to me."
"She cares about my power. How it can be used. She was jumping to sponsor me after I tried out. Though, I bet in a heartbeat she'd want it to be someone else's." Maggie fidgets. "...she’s the reason I got out of the orphanage and a place with the Renegades when I did."
Nova hesitates to respond. She wishes she knew what to say, but she can't think of anything. Nothing that would make anything better. She doesn't know Tamaya well enough to argue or agree.
"...sorry about that, kid."
Maggie shrugs and places the phone down. Nova retrieves it quickly but Maggie's already reverted her attention to searching the merchant's pockets as if it were Christmas.
"You should probably tell her how you feel." Nova tries. "Might help clear up some things…"
Maggie pauses. She changes the subject.
“About your question earlier? About what you should tell them? Yeah… tell them don’t bother.” Magpie says as she packs up her once stolen trinkets, “It’s best for everyone if I stick to being a ‘villain’. If you’re shocked-” she searches the knocked out pawnbroker’s pockets for cash or anything of value, waving around the items to examine them “Don’t be! It’s been a long time coming.” 
Nova at Magpie. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Is that so hard to believe?”
Nova snorts, “No it isn’t. I’m being validated.”
Magpie deadpans as she shoves a very fancy trinket into her bag, “Congratulations. Would you like a metal?”
Nova blinks, “Did you just-”
“MEDAL! Medal. Gah forget it!” Magpie’s face pinkens and she stands to her feet in seconds. She secures her bag in its place, keeping her eyes away from Nova’s amused expression. “Anyway. You know I only care about me.”
“That’s true”
“Callum was the selfless one.”
“Yep”
“And he was wrong about me.”
Nova clicks her tongue, “I mean, I didn’t know him for very long all things considered, but I have a hard time believing Callum could be wrong about something like that.”
“Well, he was.”
She raises her eyebrow, “What exactly did he say about you anyway?”
Magpie scoffs, “What? The potential he saw? The wonders his power “revealed”?”
“Well, yeah. What else.”
“Stupid stuff…” The tween mutters.
Nova pries more, “And that stupid stuff is…?”
“...” Magpie relents after a moment of silence. But not after taking the time to roll her eyes. “He made me think that I could help people… the way I wanted help once.”
“This is stupid. You don’t care.”
Nova pauses and can’t find anything to say about what Magpie just uttered. Nothing that would help. She waits for the kid to say anything more on the subject.
“No- well…” Nova grimaces and sighs, “Why don’t I tell you something.”
Magpie whips her head back to Nova and squints her eyes. Eventually she bites and asks, “Tell me what?”
Nova took a breath and before saying something she hopes she won’t regret telling the 12 year old, “After we defeated Ace Anarchy, I wanted to quit.”
“Quit?” Magpie looks over to her, dumbfounded expression and everything.
“Yep.”
Magpie’s expression lessons. “...Why?”
“I felt I’d do more harm than good staying on the team.” She chuckles, beginning to fidget with her bracelet out of the need to do something with her awkward hands. “After all, my mistakes led to Ace running free for so long. He’s… the reason my family is dead.”
“What? Your…”
Nova nods, pursing her lips, “He hired the assassin. Shot my Mom, Dad, and sister.” Mentioning her long-dead sister made her heart ache. And at the same time, it was odd. She never imagined telling all of this to Magpie one day, and here they were.
Magpie’s eyebrows shoot up, and after a few seconds she utters “oh…”
“Yeah… turns out he kept me ‘cause I was a prodigy. I never knew.”
Maggie’s eyebrows furrow but she doesn’t say anything. The silence draws on longer than comfortable for the two of them. 
“Anyway…” Nova clears her throat. “I’ll always carry the guilt of what I could have done. The deaths I could have prevented are on my shoulders. I could run away, and suffer for what I’ve done and didn’t do.” She then smiles, “Or stick around. Stay with the people that care about me. And try to be better now. Make things better. That’s what the Rejects have been trying for the past year and counting.”
“The rejects?”
“Narcissa’s the leader. I’ll give you a fair introduction to them later if you want.”
Nova coughs, “Anyway, I guess what I’ve been trying to say is, it gets better. You never know where people that get you, show up. And that more people care about you than you ever realize.
“Y’know, when things to crap.”
###
Nova sends a quick text before her and Maggie leave. It's to heroes in their area, notifying them of their location, the situation, and the pawnbrokers. She trusts them to handle the two fairly.
It didn’t take very long to find The Terror's next planned location once they rummaged through the two pawnbroker’s pockets and found how they had been communicating with The Terror. 
And the fact The Terror was actually Oliver Berk. The grin on Maggie's face for being right didn't leave for a while. Nova could only sigh. Of course the amateur villain would keep his identification with him.
The amateurness didn't stop, and his weak security both hurt Nova and made her want to laugh. How could you screw this up so badly?? From there she and Maggie had tracked him down to his next location and ambushed him, making quick work of tying him up.
Maggie holds her lucky bullet in her hand and close to her when she stands against the sewer wall and slides down into a sit. She fiddles with it a little and looks at Nova who is finishing up her report to headquarters. Nova rubs her head to ease her headache as she writes. She types up she has apprehended the villain, their location, and a promise to return to hq soon after denying a ride back.
“...My family was murdered too”
“Hm?” Nova turns to Maggie.
“When I was a baby. I don’t know too much. I was found by the landlord or something.” She holds up the bullet. “I just know this gave me my powers.”
Nova blinks and lets her mouth form an ‘o’ shape. Out of all the things today, this wasn't one she thought Maggie would talk about.
The kid holds the bullet closer to her chest, "This is my power. I don't care what you think about me. What anyone thinks. This power is mine and only for me. It is me. It's… how I survive" she grits out.
Nova breathes out a sigh and shrugs, "I mean… I get that.”
“You do?”
Nova nods, “The anarchists weren’t exactly buddy-buddy with me. Even after the age of anarchy, it’s common advice, you could say, to keep your guard up. Just in case.
"And with hindsight, I was only kept alive by my uncle because of my powers…"
Nova couldn’t help but fidget slightly from Maggie’s persistent attention. That stare. Now that the kid was actually listening it was almost unnerving. The kid’s piercing blue gaze only assisted the look.
“And some shitty things have happened to me. No surprise there. My new friends help me out with that now.”
Maggie’s concentration on what she says breaks the next second, and she snorts, “What are you even suggesting. Getting cheesy friends may have worked for you, but it won’t fix anything for me. We aren’t the same.” Maggie looks away from her with a scowl. “I have nothing. Nothing of my old life. Blurry memories maybe. But no photos. No gravestones. No names.”
Nova pauses and frowns. Maybe sympathetically. She doesn’t really know. “You don’t need those to move on.”
“Says the renegade with photos, and memories, and names, and graves to say goodbye to.” 
“I lost most of the photos a long time ago. And,” She raises her finger to emphasize her point, “my sister’s corpse was never recovered so watch your mouth.”
“At least you know her name”
“Will you please just work with me!? I just” Nova breathes in. “I want to hold out an olive branch. Because… you aren’t nearly as alone as you think.”
Maggie stays quiet. Nova fills the space.
“Look, we definitely got off on the wrong foot” She pauses and bites her lip. “Pun, not intended.” Nova ignores the incredulous look Magpie gives her.
“But. I don’t want to see someone else go through what I did alone.”
“We. Are not. The same.”
“No, we aren’t. But pretty damn close, dontcha think?” Nova chuckles lightly, but is met with Magpie’s continued silence. “Yeah okay, that wasn’t funny.”
Nova heads over to where the villain had been tied up and readjusts the knots, she needs something to do with her hands. “We can leave soon and forget this ALL happened if you want. Just know this, I am lucky to have gotten back so much.”
“I could have told you that.”
Nova ignores her. “But for the longest time… I didn’t know I had that much to be returned. I thought everything about my past died that night, aside from my memory. Even my bracelet wouldn’t be as important to me, without that memory. That memory was my drive and it still is.”
Maggie’s quiet when she responds, her overgrown bangs hover over her eyes and shade them. “I tried moving on.”
“Did you?”
“I moved on… by staying alive.” Maggie lets out a breath. “Who cares if they didn’t come back. Or if I have nothing left. It’s me now. Those pieces are dead and I’m the one who’s living.”
“Good. Stay alive. But that living person can’t have any friends? Any support?”
“I can’t say goodbye to my sister.”
Maggie looks up at her, “You were telling the truth?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
Maggie doesn’t answer and lets Nova continue.
“They have a gravestone in place, but she isn’t there.”
“They couldn’t find a simple corpse? That is… hilariously incompetent.” Maggie almost deadpans.
“Yeah well, doesn’t change I can’t say goodbye. Or hello. Tell her about my day. About an awful coworker. A competition for kids that… she’d be the same age as. And,” Nova blinks, “I can’t say happy birthday, either.”
Maggie’s eyebrows furrow.
“She… uh… Evie. Would have turned thirteen this week…”
“...thirteen?” The silence could only be described as all consuming. And Maggie’s tone was undecipherable.
“Yeah.”
Maggie only stares at Nova. Her eyes focusing on her like a hawk. In disbelief? In sadness? Nova never would think of empathy to be an emotion Maggie would display before tonight, but she’s been surprised on the contrary before.
Maggie’s lip twitches. Her lips form into a scowl, bringing the rest of her expression with it. Her hackles raise. “Oh yeah. Very funny.”
Nova blinks in confusion. “What??”
“I’m not gonna fall for that.” She pushes herself off the wall she had been leaning against.
“I’m not lying.”
“You’ve done it before, Insomnia.” Nova squints her eyes and Maggie continues, “Twelve years after a home invasion? Murderer on the loose with a gun?! Yeah, as if. You just want to trick me!”
“Why would I do that??” Nova returns Magpie’s volume, “Why would I lie-”
“I am thirteen years old.”
Nova blinks incredulously, “...W-what?
“And whatever sick trick you’re playing on me isn’t funny. I won’t go back to headquarters. You can’t fool me. Is this what they're training Renegades to do now? Fuck with people’s heads?!”
Nova’s mouth remains wide open out of offense, and she has to remember to close it as her expression heats up. She’s speechless from this accusation before she speaks up, “You’re talking nonsense! Why are you- what does-” she flounders to make sense of the conclusion Magpie has come up with “You- You’re thirteen?”
Magpie scoffs, “Yeah. Thirteen. Just short a month after I was admitted to the orphanage. After- …after my family died.” She quiets but keeps her glare on Nova. “But you already knew that didn’t you.”
Nova’s furrowed expression stays put until she digests what Magpie is saying. Her expression slowly lessons and her eyes widen. She steps back.
The thirteen year old blinks, “What?”
“I’m not making this up, Magpie.”
“What do you mean you aren’t making this up.”
“I… I’m telling the truth. I wouldn’t lie about this.”
“Well I’m not lying either.” Maggie intended to spit the truth out but the moment she said it the more it seemed Nova’s words were also ruminating in her head too. Her eyes widen but it doesn’t match Nova’s expression.
Nova’s face pales and her eyes dart to the hand that Maggie grips her bullet with. A… a bullet?
“It can’t be…”
###
Life, has been a nauseating rollercoaster for Maggie.  Especially for today. A day she thought wouldn't be stressful for once. Calmer even. 
Sure, she planned to snag more than a few trinkets to pawn but today she didn’t want to have to run away from annoying heroes. The ones that get upset with her theft. Frankly, she didn’t want to think about them either. One stop at the food drive was plenty of that interaction.
Maggie didn't think about the heroes that saw her at the food drive and did nothing. The ones who've been in the area enough to know only people in poverty end up here. She didn't think about never seeing Sketch's team once.
Not… not that she'd want to see them! They'd only nag her.
The point is… she didn’t want to run, or get hurt. The last few weeks she's stayed away from ugly fights and for a reason. Her goal is to survive, not get some wound infected and die from a disease.
And yet, she had to run from the annoying Nightmare and was cut up by the latest piece of gossip, The Terror. Who… she also had not been keen on running into. The sting on her cheek and pain from her neck were sour reminders of that failure.
But even when she had been shoved into the sewage, her foot stomped on, Nightmare still helped her. Hell, Nova looked concerned after the second fight.
And she never expected Nightmare to… be nice to her. Like, ever. In the beginning she was just as annoying as before but… Maggie never would have predicted it.
Maggie also never thought she and Nova could work together. 
It unnerved her a little when Nightmare told her things that, Maggie would never tell if in Nova's position. Why would Nova trust her with all this information? 
Heck, Maggie thought she had it figured out for a moment. That Nova was actually backstabbing and exploiting her knowledge of Maggie’s past to trick her. It made sense. 
Her mind was eager to brush aside the last hour. It was all fake, right?
But this. 
This isn’t how a fucked up villain would react to being found out. For lying the entire time.
Maggie grips her lucky bullet in her hand. 
Today has been a rollercoaster. And Maggie hates rollercoasters.
The silence between the two stretches on for hours. Or a minute. Who was she to tell? 
Nova? 
Nova’s her… sister?
The thing about Maggie is, she hates hoping. She despises the very concept. When she was younger, she hoped all too much. Too many nights she spent staying up listening to the grownups and their phone calls. Waiting for someone to call, asking for her. Someone to walk through the doors one day, and call her theirs.
Waiting for her sister to burst through the doors, apologizing for leaving her with one big hug.
The very thought makes her nauseous nowadays. How could she have been so naive. Wasted all that time hoping. Focusing on a what if rather than what she could do. She could do so much. 
She left.
And now she’s here. And now her sister is here. Well, maybe her sister. 
Nova is murmuring something Maggie can’t quite follow, her hand is over her mouth as several emotions flicker across her face. She looks about ready to barf, and Maggie couldn’t blame her if she did. The kid feels ill enough to join her, honestly.
She wants to shut down the possibility all together. That her sister really is gone and she’s not right in front of her, staring at Maggie like she’s seeing a ghost. The hope and trepidation in Nova’s eyes that Maggie stomped in her own a long time ago.
Nova pinches the bridge of her nose and walks over to The Trashbag and hoists the villain over her shoulder. She mumbles something under her breath, Maggie can't make out.
Something grabs Maggie’s hand and she jolts, ripping her hand away and whips her head toward- Nova. Nova’s hand is shaking and she seems to be trying to keep her calm. Upon further inspection, Maggie realizes she’s trembling too. Why is she doing that?
“Maggie…”
Maggie clenches her fist, and lets Nova hold her hand in a tight grip, before exiting the sewers.
###
Nova jumps out of the cab with Maggie close behind, she rushes out a “thankyousomuchsorry!” to the cab driver still frozen from the two renegades and villain that hitched a ride. She makes a mental note to pay them back later.
She sees headquarters' front entrance light up the darkening sky as she approaches. Her head throbs once she walks in and meets the fluorescent lights. Nova unceremoniously drops the villain on the ground and ignores the shocked staff when she beelines for the medical suite. She never once lets go of Maggie's hand.
Her mind notes the sound of heroes telling Mr Berk his rights before they take him away for interrogation. Nova opens the door to the medical suite and the bustle of the front lobby muffles once the door is shut.
Maggie lags behind as Nova reaches the counter, asking for a kinship test. 
Nova's breathing feels wrong. She could see from the rise and fall from her chest that she wasn't hyperventilating. But it felt too slow. Every breath was too big. Suffocating her.
The person from behind the counter hands her the box containing the test. She holds it carefully and can only stare. After a moment the person at the desk looks at her in confusion and gets her attention.
"It's just a mouth swab, Sweetie. Don't worry" the person offers her a smile. Nova's cheeks pinken and she mutters a thank you before practically running back to where she left Maggie.
Nova takes another breath. It, is just a saliva test. When it comes down to it, it won't even be painful.
Her eyes catch the labeling. Sibling kinship test.
Her gut twists from the word. 
…could Maggie really be…
"What's taking you so long?"
Nova whips her head up to look at Maggie's furrowed expression.
"Ah, nothing nothing. It's fine." Nova opens the cardboard box, the thick paper glowing the box closed tears apart. She presses the flaps aside and dumps the innards onto the small table offered in the room. Maggie eyes the tests with trepidation.
Nova takes a deep breath in, "Magpie"
The thirteen year old looks back at her.
"I… if. This confirms anything. …We don't need to do anything about it immediately. If, you don't want to." Nova hands the tween one of the still packaged swabs. "I don't want you to think… that you're obligated to anything."
The thirteen year old grabs her own sleeve to tug on slightly as she stares at the test. Not touching it.
"...what if it doesn't…"
"Doesn't… confirm anything?" Nova finishes. "...well. Still, you don't have to do anything." Nova rubs the back of her neck "but, feel free to talk to me."
Maggie looks up at her with a skeptical squint. "Why?"
"On the streets, support systems are vital if you don't want to end up dead within a month" Nova smiles. "It could just be a phone number, okay?"
"No, I mean, why do you still want to talk after all the times I stole your bracelet."
"I have a funny feeling you won't be trying that again. Not unless you want the Renegades on your back" Nova shoots the girl a look that says 'right?'. Maggie can't refute that.
From the many years of technological development and the growth of prodigies, some things have taken less time to analyze than before. What would have taken a few days could now receive results in a couple hours or so.
Maggie hesitates before opening the plastic package and retrieving the mouth swab.
An agonizingly long couple hours. Better than the alternative but still an infuriating amount of time to wait for DNA testing results. 
Nova convinced Maggie to have the wounds she received by The Terror checked for infection in the meantime. 
Though one of the nurses nearby grabbed her as well to be patched up. Maggie laughed at her, and her initial shock and realization of what she neglected to do. It didn't take long for the nurse to finish patching Nova up. Sent back to the cold waiting room soon after…
It was easier to forget what they were waiting on with the distractions.
Nova looks at her phone again. She doesn't unlock the screen but she does view the time. And the texts she's received from Adrian and Tamaya. Both have been caught up in an incident downtown and would be there as soon as possible. Though, she warned Tamaya to wait until Maggie wanted to talk to her. Nova decided against telling Oscar, Ruby, and Danna what happened.
It could be completely coincidental. More doubt settles in Nova's mind the longer she waits. 
When Maggie returns, Nova doesn't look at her. She fiddles with her hands, she almost wishes she had one of her inventions or something to do.
Finally, someone calls for them. Nova whips her head up and stiffens. This… is really happening. Her brain feels like it's still trying to catch up to the events around her. She stands up and looks at Maggie. The girl tenses and freezes up.
Nova goes to check the results without her. She could almost hear the quiet sigh of relief.
Someone, with a stereotypical lab coat, on hands her the envelope containing the printed results. 
Nova doesn't catch much of the explanation of how the DNA match results were determined, but she appreciates it nonetheless.
She leans against the wall and slowly wills her fingers to open the letter.
It's been a little more than 12 years since her family was killed.
Her hands tremble as she slowly takes the folded paper from inside.
She remembers every gunshot. 
BANG! 
She remembers hiding in that cramped closet.
BANG!
Nova takes a deep breath.
Evie's crying was cut short with one final…
BANG!
She unfolds the paper.
Ace never let her see Evie's bloodied corpse. The last time she saw Evie was when she left her sleeping body to check on her parents. When everything changed.
They never got to see a funeral. Nova never knew what happened to the bodies. Ace never gave up any details on the subject.
Looking at the paper was disorienting at first until her eyes caught onto the letters and began to read. Alleged Sibling was typed at the top of two columns, above "Nova Artino" and "Margaret White".
She keeps her thumb over the results number but the more she looks, the more numbers that match. 
Nova moves her thumb and stared at the paragraph beneath the total index.
Her eyes are dragged to the nines in the percentage listed. 
DNA testing done to determine siblingship of the alleged siblings. Based on testing results obtained from analyses of the DNA loci listed, the probability of full-siblingship is 99.8%. The likelihood they share a biological father is….
…not a coincidence then
The air leaves Nova's lungs the next second. She couldn't even read the rest before she began to sway. She braces herself against the wall and does her best to lower herself to the ground safely. 
Nova took in another breath but it came out as a strangled sob. Her face is wet. When did she start crying?
Maggie's Evie.
Evie is Maggie. Magpie.
Evie's… alive.
How??
Her mind remembers the bullet in Maggie's hand. It… gave Maggie her powers…
She hears Adrian come through the doors before she sees him in her blurry vision. His Sentinel uniform is mostly covering him still.
Nova holds a hand over her mouth and stumbles to her feet. 
"Nova-"
Nova runs past her confused boyfriend, who voices his confusion and concern immediately after.
She runs out into the waiting room and her eyes dart around, looking for-
"Nova?"
Nova whips her head to the source of the sound. Her eyes first catch the shiny gleam of the cold blue light reflecting a choppy hair cut, greasy and dark, donned on the thirteen year old.
Evie looks up.
Her eyes are her mother's. A piercing grayish blue. The same ones that sobbed her heart out due to a fever twelve years ago. The little baby girl who's crying was cut off. Cut off by the same gunshot that has echoed in Nova's head since she was six.
"Nova?"
Nova's world spins slightly but she continues to stare. She feels frozen, her hands possessed when she tightly clutches the warm printed paper.
Evie's eyebrows furrow in apprehension, her hackles raising. She stands up. "What? What is it?!"
Nova can only stare. 
A beat passes.
Evie backs up slowly and before Nova can say anything, the girl runs out of the room like a startled deer. Shoving past everyone in her way of the exit door.
Adrian's voiced confusion snaps Nova out of it. He tries to say something to her but she can't articulate what exactly. She runs after the kid.
Nova throws open the door and bursts outside, looking around wildly. Her heart is thumping, ready to burst from her chest. She curses her eyes for blurring her vision with streaming tears. She feels sick. 
Steps skidding around the corner alert her attention and she follows in haste.
Her breathing is heavy, and she can see each hot breath she pants dissipate into the cold air.
Curses flood Nova's head when whips around her corner and doesn't see the kid. Where…
Her eyes dart around as she catches her breath. She… she couldn't have imagined Evie… could she… is Maggie still in-
Her eyes finally catch a huddled figure in a more obscure section of the wall. If Nova's thoughts weren't running wild, she probably would have caught the kid immediately.
The wall is uneven, a section jutting out, allowing someone to hide right one of the walls. The girl sits next to the large garbage bin. Honestly, it's a half hearted attempt at hiding. Maybe she didn't even mean to hide.
Just needed to get away.
Nova's shoulders relax and she stays where she stands. Nova keeps her eyes away from the twelve year old girl, willing herself to stop trembling. 
Nova takes in a shaky breath and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. She only needs a moment.
The silence is deafening.
Nova wipes her eyes and clenches the printed test results.
"Is…" She starts and stops, clearing her throat. Come on Nova! Be at least somewhat composed about this! "Is that the bullet… the one that…"
That killed you. Killed her. Almost. It almost killed her, now. It almost killed you, didn't it?
"...how would I know." The twelve year old looked like she meant to spit the sentence out, but it came out more exhausted and dim. "I was a baby." The girl holds the bullet tightly in her palm, curling into herself.
Nova's mouth opens and closes for a moment. Magpie's skin prickles when she stares for too long.
Magpie bites, "what?"
"Look. It- … it's hard to go from believing your baby sister was shot and murdered to finding out she's been alive and… well… you"
Maggie weakens slightly and turns her head away…
"Is it disappointing?"
Nova's features furrow after Maggie's question. She responds, with a question. "Is it disappointing that I'm your sister that disappeared?" Nova's voice is sore. This day has been exhausting for the two of them.
"I… I don't know." Maybe it would have been before today. Or if Maggie was still searching for her sister even when she met Nova. "I just thought… I didn't have anyone left…"
Nova sat in silence for a bit, biting her trembling lip, "... Me too."
Nova, uncomfortable with looking down at Maggie, decides to walk over and sit beside the kid. Not terribly close, but close enough that after a long pause, Maggie sort of leans onto her shoulder. 
Nova can barely feel it, like Maggie's hovering just the slightest so that she wasn't actually pressing fully against her. 
Ready to flee.
Nova doesn't comment. And Maggie speaks up, in a vulnerable tone unlike any Nova had heard from Maggie before. Even compared to tonight's dizzying developments. 
Closer to a whisper. 
"...you really thought I was dead?"
"Maggi- Ev- '' she breathes out. "...yeah. When I heard the gunshot and her… your crying stopped…" Nova has to stop herself, she purses her lips. She locks her eyes on the lamp hanging in front of the brick wall parallel to them. Studying how it reflects.
"…so. You didn't mean to leave… me? You… you would have stayed?"
Nova looks over, her eyes are wide and she tells herself to not get emotional. Don't. Her head whispers lingering doubts that… this isn't even real. "Yeah… " Nova feels a little breathless. 
It certainly doesn't feel real.
Magpie turns away, staring blankly at the same brick wall. The wall behind them feels the same. She blinks, trying to make sense of it all, "so…"
"So?"
"You were here…the whole time…"
"Yeah… Sorry. …that I couldn't have been before"
"Okay…" Maggie hunches closer into herself. "This sucks."
Nova looks over, "why's that?"
Maggie doesn't answer her question. "Do we know for sure that the blood samples matched? Test it again!" Maggie pulls her sleeve down, holding her pale boney arm out to Nova. Nova blanches.
"Wh-what?! Maggie, you know the equipment they have is the best in the city. It's not a mistake." Nova frowned at her. "Plus, they're saliva tests, not blood."
"Well-! Well… …" Maggie purses her lips, holding them shut as her mind thinks and catches up. Nova's mind still hasn't, truth be told. "Then what are we going to do now,"
Nova takes a deep breath, "I don't know." She fiddles with her bracelet, "...Do you want your records updated?"
Maggie blinks, "You have them?"
Nova weakly smiles in a wistful way, "Yeah. The renegades made sure to file them. Let's just say… they felt guilty" she couldn't help but grunt the last part out.
Maggie blinks and looks up, "Really?"
"Yeah. You, uh, wouldn't remember, but Captain Chromium promised our family's safety and… you know how that played out."
Maggie pauses and then huffs, “That’s not surprising” she pauses again to think. “Does that mean… I have a birth certificate?”
Nova sat up a little straighter, “Yeah. Evie Artino…” She wet her lips and wiped her tear stained cheeks, "...twelve years now. They brought her- you home a few days after. I got to meet you at the hospital already. Along with… our uncle."
Maggie frowned. "Ace Anarchy. Lovely family bonus points I guess…"
"He didn't seem so bad at the time."
"That's how they trick you."
"Yeah,"
Maggie just slightly nudges closer to Nova, "what day?"
"The…" Nova opens her mouth only to close it again. "...well. I guess this means happy birthday." Nova's small smile stretches as far as it could on her face. Not much considering the amount of restraint she had to not cry. "Happy Birthday, Evie Artino."
Nova remembers being a kid and ecstatic for her sister's first birthday. She fully planned out the cake and decorations right alongside her mom who had to remind her they couldn't afford to go all out. 
She was sad at the time but she was determined to sing super loud for her sister when the day came. And give her even better gifts when Evie gets older.
After the final gunshot, Nova threw all of those hopes away. Burned them to ashes, really.
Maggie frowns for a moment and looks away for a moment to wipe her eyes with her fist. She turns back and without a word, sits her head back to where it had previously been close to Nova.
Nova feels the weight this time.
"I don't know… I don't know what I want…" Maggie thought she knew at one point. She knew exactly what she wanted. To be a little orphan Annie, found by her full family and welcomed with big open arms. It didn't matter who found her. As long as someone found her and loved her.
But now? She's given up on that fantasy for so long that anything remotely similar is… unfamiliar. She can't navigate this. It still… doesn't feel real.
Nova shrugs and says, "That's fair. I don’t really know either” she chuckles softly “Never thought Evie… you could be alive. Much less a prodigy.” 
She straightens slightly, not enough to nudge the girl off her arm though. Maggie's (surprisingly) skittish enough that Nova could even say she's like a bird, quick to fly away. 
Nova frowns, “I can only imagine what Ace could have done if he knew…” The arm Nova had subconsciously placed around her sister tightens slightly before she reminds herself it’s okay. He’s dead. He can’t use Maggie like how he used her.
Magpie blinks and cringes, “Working for that crusty old terrorist? Pass.”
“You wouldn’t know any different.”
“I grew up in an orphanage.” Maggie grunts, “They aren’t exactly known for their good conditions. I learned that and didn’t know any different.”
Nova sighs, “I know. Were they… bad to you?”
Maggie shoves a hand into her pocket, fiddling with her bullet. “They weren’t good, let's just just say that…”
Nova frowns, her chest tightens and she has the strangest feeling of… protection come over her? 
Would it have been different before she knew who Maggie was? Maybe… maybe not.
"What did they do?"
"What do you think? Everyone was either wasted off their arses or busy setting fire to the nearest building out of some petty revenge…" Maggie pauses, "They… uh… somehow never set fire to the orphanage itself. I bet they wanted to."
"I get that. Honey frequently downed bottles of booze when she could."
"I didn't think the anarchists had the money for that sort of thing"
"We didn't. I ran, er, 'errands' a few times"
Maggie blinks, "Wait, you stole??"
"I was an anarchist, kid."
The kid huffs, "Hypocrite."
Nova chokes, "I- that's different."
"Is it?"
"Yes, actually. I'm an- was. Was an Anarchist." Nova coughs. “You were stealing as a Renegade”
“Same difference.”
“I… Whatever.” Nova rolls her eyes. “Drunk bastards raised you?”
"Meh, they don't deserve that much credit."
"Fair." Nova frowns and looks over at Maggie. She notices Maggie tense and returns to the topic, "Anyway, just say the word and I'll pull the strings I need to get your records fixed."
"...thanks" Maggie murmurs, "Maybe later."
Nova rubs Maggie's arm as she relaxes. Nova's head buzzes with questions but she'll save them for later.
Then. Maggie asks. "canIhugyou?" Rushing out the sentence before she could chicken out. Her cheeks pinken ever so slightly.
Nova blanches, "er, Sur-?" Maggie cuts her off and hugs her tightly, squeezing her for a moment. Nova blinks and slowly puts her arms around the 12 year old too. She doesn't even mind the spot on her clothes getting wet from where Maggie has buried her face. 
Nova rubs her back and squeezes back too. She presses her lips thinly together and hugs her close. The kid's body weaves with silent sobs. Nova lets the tears fall from her eyes as she rubs her sister's back.
"Hey" She says softly, "You good?"
Maggie nods lethargically, not moving from the hug.
"Do you still want another test done?" Nova's lip twitches up slightly.
"I… don't want to head back inside yet"
"It's getting late"
Maggie makes a noise, it tells Nova she really doesn't care. At all. 
"It's warm inside"
"No" Maggie huffs quietly.
"Okay" Nova chuckles and rubs Maggie's arm, "thennnn…. how about we go somewhere else… warmer preferably."
Maggie pulls away a little bit to look at Nova.
"It's your birthday so, how about we head over to a restaurant or something. Your pick." Nova suggests, "We can hang out there till you're ready to talk to everyone else."
"I thought restaurants close earlier than that"
"Kid, I don't sleep. I know a few All Night Open places if your pick closes too soon."
Maggie pulls away completely and fiddles with her bullet in her pocket. "I… don't mind that." She whips her head up. "You have to promise not to make the waiters sing."
Nova blinks and laughs, snapping her fingers, "Darn, there goes my plans!"
Maggie scowls and squints at her.
She sighs dramatically, "I promise I won't."
"Won't what?"
"I won't make them sing" Nova smiles and stands up, opening her phone and sending a quick text. "Everyone inside can wait a little longer now that they know you're breathing. No promises they won't try to sing to you later."
"They're not allowed."
"I'll tell them that." Nova holds out a hand to Maggie, offering to help her up. "Got any restaurant requests yet? Fast food?"
Maggie hesitates and accepts her hand, "...your favorite. Whatever it is…"
"Okay"
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Nova sets the finished food dishes to the side of their booth's table. She rubs Maggie's arm as the kid breathes in and out slowly. Her eyelids twitch from dreaming. She puts her coat back on Maggie after it slowly slid down.
Their private booth's light flickers from the fancifully decorated lantern. The warm light thankfully gentle to her, albeit dimming, headache. A waiter had offered to find some ice earlier but she declined politely.
Nova's phone lights up again from another text. She sighs and clicks her phone off. They can wait for a little while, she's already explained enough for now. Though she's surprised by their resilience to check up on them. It's been hours since they left.
Her hand plays with Maggie's hair. Moving it out of the kid's face, not bothering too much with some of the tangles. She does her best to keep her thoughts off of how tonight's events will change everything in the future. 
Nova is more than content with staying with her sleeping sister, the one that is unconsciously hugging her. On her birthday.
After texting Adrian, he thankfully understood and avoided texting questions, despite the thousands Nova is sure he has.
Someone knocks on a clipboard outside and the booth's curtain opens a little. The waiter waves apologetically and notices Maggie is sleeping before they speak. The waiter smiles and takes the dirty dishes, handing Nova a to-go box like she requested earlier.
Before the server leaves, they put two plates on the table. Both with a slice of chocolate cake. Nova quietly thanks them and hands them the paid check, along with the generous tip.
After the waiter leaves, Nova carefully packs up the remaining food for leftovers without waking Maggie up. Her phone lights up from another text and she sees the time. 
Nova pulls out a candle and a matchbox. She sets them both to the side. She grabs her phone and decides to open up her camera app. She takes a picture.
Showing her, the cake slices, and Evie.
She puts out the match and takes a quick picture. Showing Evie, her, and the candle.
…she stares at it. The candle ended up in the frame. A single candle. 
She wishes she could've gotten the number of candles accurate to her sister's age, but this was all the restaurant had left. Plus, 13 candles wouldn't fit in a single slice. 
Yet, strangely, it almost feels poetic now. One candle for the first birthday they missed. God, now her thoughts were corny. Must have been the Everharts' influence on her.
But she accepts the cringe. And she thinks about herself 13 years ago. Little six year old Nova, excited for her baby sister's first birthday.
Nova loved the idea of celebrating her sister's birthday the exact time she was born. Her parents, not so much, given Evie was born close to midnight. Nova's still not completely sure where she heard the idea from at six years old.
Nova hums a little, and remembers practicing the song they would sing once it was time to. The one she still hasn't sung in a while. She smiles a little.
"Happy birthday… to you"
Nova grabs the candle and places it in the center of Evie's cake slice as she softly sings the lyric. She lights the match.
"Happy birthday to you"
Evie's eyes blink awake lethargically, shifting a little bit to adjust her position. The girl sleepily looks at Nova as the ex-anarchist lights the birthday candle. 
Nova didn't need the waiter's assistance after getting permission earlier. Perks of saving the owner she supposes.
"Happy birthday, dear Evie."
She lets out a breath, saying her sister's name with a smile. Nova tucks a few strands of hair behind Evie's ear. Evie tiredly nuzzles into Nova's arm to get closer, but she does keep an eye on the candle as it flickers. She doesn't look at her, but Nova knows Evie is paying attention.
"Happy Birthday to you"
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rosisregiis · 1 year
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someone please write a fic about the anarchists’ daily lives before the parade i just want to see their dynamic w eachother so bad
- them making fun of winston and his cereal and being the butt of the joke always but you know they still love him
- he brings a lot of humour and light to the group
- I NEED TO SEE WINSTON AND NOVAS FRIENDSHIP
- honey being everyone’s overprotective mother but also is super serious when they’re plotting (still not over the fact we didn’t get to see all the anarchists attack together)
- everyone adoring nova and she’s just this little ball of fire
- ingrid always pushing them not to joke around and plan plan plan but still can’t help the corner of her mouth smirking upwards when watching how ridiculously her friends are sometimes
- and phobia, well, and phobia is phobia
- “so we’ll do this and this.. what do you think phobia?”
“your greatest fear of failure is growing strongerr”
“shut the fuck up phobia”
PLEASE SOMEONE I LOVE THEM
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bazkrekkers · 1 year
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Ingrid: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.
Leroy: No, that's not how you make cookies.
Winston: FLOOR IT!!
Ingrid: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?!!!
Leroy: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-
Ingrid: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF FUCKING BOMBS TO MAKE COOKIES!
Nova: DO IT!
Leroy: NO-
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captain-is-king · 10 months
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After the Supernova Chapter 2
Link to Ao3 Here
Look, if I was Nova I would need to do a lot of yelling and crying to process everything that happened. And I like the idea of after everything Nova actually WANTING to sleep. Like she's mentioned in the books before that she wished she could be unconscious for 8 hours like everyone else. And I feel like after the couple days she's had, that would be more true than ever.
I also really want to (eventually, later this fic) write a scene (or a few) where it's Max, Adrian, Hugh, Simon, and Nova cooking together in the kitchen. Just the sheer domesticity of it makes my chest hurt. Maybe Simon lets Max wear his stupid black and white checkered apron. Maybe they actually move the superhero stuff down the hall and the food into the closet in the kitchen. MAYBE THEY ALL MAKE LUMPIA TOGETHER. Or they surprise Nova with it! Either way! All of the above! Anyway, uh, I'll write that at some point.
Also, Simon and Hugh can't replace the family Nova had with the Anarchists, but I do think they can add to it. Like Nova will still have Leroy and Winston. When, in this chapter, Nova is upset about the Anarchists I don't think she's necessarily talking about Leroy. Leroy was the only one who ever suggested that Nova NOT be an Anarchist. He gave her that out in BOOK ONE. And I thought that was a really interesting distinction from all of the other Anarchists.
Like we all saw Ingrid using Nova to get back at the Renegades. I never suspected that Honey would turn out like that, but in retrospect it isn't entirely surprising. Like Honey told Nova how to flirt with Adrian but looking back on it, I don't know that it was ever for Nova's benefit. I think the expectation was ALWAYS that she would betray Adrian and everyone else in the end.
And I don't think Leroy was perfect because he did go along with Honey to change the plan at the arena to rescue Ace and obviously they've all made a lot of mistakes. But I don't think he ever would've pushed back if Nova said "No don't chemically burn my fingerprints off" or "I will take you up on the offer to go make a better life for myself." And I FULLY plan to address that later in this fic. I have so many ideas, y'all.
Also, I LOVE the idea from @honey-harper-official (I don't have the link, sorry!!) that Winston basically sabotaged the plan to kill the Renegades at the parade. Like that is canon to me. I really really like the arc that Winston went through and he was one of my favorite characters from book one because he clearly actually cared about Nova?? He could've betrayed her to make things better for himself but he didn't. I don't even think he really considered betraying her.
And I can't have him be dead in this fic because I NEED him and Nova to actually talk. And I need Nova to have someone from her childhood who fully didn't emotionally abuse her or see her as a pawn or a tool to regain power. I think, narratively, Winston dying didn't add much except the reconciliation with Nova, and if I go back and retroactively say that a (magical prodigy) healer actually got to him soon enough (even though Nova thought he was dead dead), I don't think it takes anything away from the story.
Anyway an excerpt from Chapter 2 under the cut :)
“So, Dad and Pops said probably won’t be back here tonight since they’re trying to get ahead of…whatever happened at the cathedral,” said Adrian, “But, there’s four empty guest rooms in the house, so you guys can have your pick.”
Nova considered briefly whether it would be inappropriate to ask which rooms were where the murders had taken place, but she thought better of mentioning it in front of Max and instead said, “I was actually hoping to take a shower. It’s…been a long day.”
“Oh, right. Do you just want to use my bathroom downstairs? I don’t think any of the guest bathrooms have, well, anything in them. There are a couple extra towels down there, though, and soap and whatever else you need. Or I could draw something, I guess. If you want.”
“I’m going to choose my room!” Max said, already halfway up the stairs. “But I need to know which ones might have ghosts, first.”
Nova could use Adrian’s bathroom. She didn’t know why she had made a big deal of it anyway. It felt strangely intimate, but so did all of this. Staying here, imposing on their family. 
“I’ll find what I need,” she said. “It sounds like you have to give the official tour.”
He shot her a grateful smile, and bounded up the stairs after Max.
Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to remember which of the dozen doors on the first floor led to the basement. She made her way down the stairs, remembering the last time she was here. The entire house had smelled like cinnamon, and Adrian had shown her the dream she told him about. He drew her a jungle, and birds, and headphones, and she had fallen asleep for the first time in ten years. 
Part of her wanted to see the studio again, but she knew nothing would be left. It all would’ve vanished when Adrian neutralized his own powers. So instead, she opened the door to the bathroom and peeled off her sweaty, dirty clothes while the water ran.
When she stepped under the water, Nova realized it was actually hot. Since the Anarchists had moved to the subway station on the Day of Triumph, hot water had been a rare luxury. Even at the row house, the water had been tepid, at best. 
As she stood there, the water running in rivulets down her body and the heat melting the tension in her muscles, she couldn’t help but begin to think, again, that she didn’t deserve this. 
She might as well have been the one to kill those people in the arena. To kill Callum and Winston, and who knew who else. She was the one who helped the Anarchists and the Rejects get inside. She had given Ace his helmet. 
And here she was, as though she were any other house guest in the mansion where Ace himself had slaughtered a family only a decade prior. 
How could Simon and Hugh let her into their home? How could Max joke with her and Adrian as if nothing was different? How could anyone think she deserved any help or affection after everything she had done? Everything she had not done. All for the benefit of a lie she had believed for ten years.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. 
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Raising children he didn't ask for. We stan a man of science 💚🥃⚗️🧪🚬
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novasnightmare · 2 years
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Nova Wow, this parkings as straight as I am
Leroy I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!
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readingonpluto · 2 years
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“She inhaled, bracing herself. Then she lifted her own hand and pressed her fingers into his.” - Renegades page 151
Guys, I’m crying. This is the scene where Leroy burns Nova’s fingerprints so she can get into the trials. But I was thinking about it... What if this was the first time in years she has touched someone?
It is made clear later that the Anarchists avoid touching her, so what if this is the first human contact she has had??? And it was painful??? 
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briggycat · 2 years
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Leroy: You are grounded for…till…college
Nova: FOR TILL COLLEGE?!
Leroy: FOR TILL COLLEGE.
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I might’ve been having a little too much fun with this Incorrect Quotes Generator.
@healing-winston-pratt  @obsidianfr3sk​ @honey-hippie-harper​
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The fact that Leroy wasn't upset that Nova was betraying the Anarchists, he wasn't upset that she was kissing Adrian, it was that he thought Adrian was manipulating her.
He truly cares about her, in the way that Ace and the rest of the Anarchists have said that they did. But he didn't show any real concern for the mission but for Nova. I love him so much and if he dies, I'm going to be real sad.
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mikodrawnnarratives · 7 months
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Leroy was bullied.
What if Magpie had similar bad experiences at her orphanage 👀
The moment Nova introduces Maggie to him it's gonna be CHAOS I TELL YOU
Let them be chaotic together in their plots pls
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rosisregiis · 11 months
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yeah ok but why is it everytime i want to compare roles in a found family i use the crows
different character same font: six of crows and the anarchists from renegades
kaz brekker/nova artino
- leader, cunning, ambitious, black capes black mask black galore
- doesn’t want to get close to anyone
- society views them as “bad”
inej ghafa/ingrid thompson
- cutthroat, second in command, moves like shadows
- knives/bombs same idea
nina zenik/honey harper
- uses charm, flirting, plays dumb, acts crazy or unknowledgeable but is actually insanely powerful and will be violent when need be
- fiercely loyal to their friends
- kind of takes on being the mom friend
matthias helvar/phobia
- the outcast, not much known about them, the serious one
- always standing on the edge of the group being menacing but is actually a cuddly bear deep inside
- doesn’t talk much but when they do it’s the funniest one liner
jesper fahey/winston pratt
- the joker, the silly one who is really hiding their trauma with humour
- is the butt of many jokes but takes it with his head held high cause he knows they still love him
wylan van eck/leroy flinn
- chemicals, does a lot of behind the scenes stuff rather then physical fighting action
- has a pure heart and good relationship with each person
- seen as the “docile” or “nicer” one
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princessbeth123 · 1 year
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Absolutely not allowed to die in Supernova
Max Everhart
Adrian Everhart
Oscar Silva
Max Everhart
Leroy Flinn
Honey Harper
Ruby Tucker
Max Everhart
Hugh Everhart
Simon Westwood
Max Everhart
Nova Artino
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mysticotta · 1 year
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Endgame: Chapter 1
So I was writing this with a group of my friends, and we kinda let it die. I’ve been working on finishing it, so here’s the first couple sections of it. Let me know if you want me to keep posting it.
I don’t believe those friends are on Tumblr .(Sam or Katie, DM me and I’ll add your usernames on here). This is a Renegades fanfic where Katie wrote Lady Phaser, Sam wrote Wolfsbane, and I wrote Mirage.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
NEUTRAL
WOLFSBANE ㄧ Petra Devan
Can speak to and control plants
THE RENEGADE COUNCIL AND FAMILY
SKETCH (LORD)ㄧ Adrian Everhart
        Can bring his drawings and artwork to life
LADY PHASER ㄧ Vivienne Wade-Rae
        Can teleport through space
CAPTAIN CHROMIUMㄧ Hugh Everhart
        Has super strength and is nearly invincible to physical attacks; can generate Chromium weaponry
THE DREAD WARDEN ㄧ Simon Westwood
        Can turn invisible
TSUNAMI ㄧ Kasumi Hasegawa
        Generates and manipulates water
THUNDERBIRD ㄧ Taymaya Rae
        Generates thunder and lighting; can fly
BLACKLIGHT ㄧ Evander Wade
        Creates and manipulates light and darkness
THE ANARCHISTS
NIGHTMAREㄧ Nova Artino
        Never sleeps, and can put others to sleep with her touch
THE DETONATOR ㄧ Ingrid Thompson
        Creates explosives from the air that can be detonated at will
PHOBIA ㄧ True Name Unknown        
Transforms his body and scythe into the embodiment of various fears
THE PUPPETEER ㄧ Winston Pratt
        Turns people into mindless puppets who do his bidding
QUEEN BEE ㄧ Honey Harper
        Exerts control over all bees, hornets, and wasps
CYANIDE ㄧ Leroy Flinn
        Generates acidic poisons through his skin
MIRAGE ㄧ  True Name Unknown
        Creates illusions and hallucinations, fools all five senses.
Week 1 Day 3
        Wolfsbane placed the small plant pots onto the floor where instructed. She straightened and looked at Mirage, who was watching her intently. Mirage was wearing a flowy, lacy white dress, and it was a miracle that it wasn’t dirty in the filthy subway tunnels. Wolfsbane or pretty much anyone didn't know her true identity. Mirage’s face was an illusion of blurriness, making any of her features unable to focus. Mirage silently led her toward the exit of the subway station. The girls were currently walking across abandoned train tracks when they came across a train car that wasn't there the week before.  The windows were painted out, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. There was no light pouring out onto the tracks. The door on the car was different from the other train cars. It had a very secure lock on it, preventing anyone from getting in or out of the car.
        “What's this?” Wolfsbane asked, stopping to look at the new car.
        “Oh, nothing important to you,” Mirage replied, continuing to walk. Responses were normal like this, Mirage was not the most talkative person.
        “Important or not, I want to know what is inside,” Wolfsbane said forcefully. Mirage turned around and glared at her.
        “No. Do you want trouble or not? We will see you next week,” Mirage said, even more forcefully. They continued walking. Mirage left Wolfsbane at the entrance to the subway.  She then retreated into the darkness. Wolfsbane walked out of the tunnels, glaring at the place where Mirage was. She was walking backward when she walked straight into a light post. 
Week 2 Day 11
        Wolfsbane was greeted by Mirage as she walked down into the subway tunnels, small pots of plants in her arms. Wolfsbane was wearing a long cloak that was cropped in the front, with a small leaf clasp. The hood of her cloak was just thin enough so she could see out and still hide her eyes, although her nose and mouth were showing. She was wearing a mint green dress with pine green leggings. She wore black gardening gloves and had a messenger bag draped over her shoulder. Inside the bag was a waterproof layer, and she had filled the bag with soil. She had planted what appeared to be mint inside. Its bright, green leaves complemented Wolfsbane’s pale skin, and a small stem of the plant had begun trailing down the side of the bag.
Wolfsbane brushed the leftover dirt from her sleeves and subtly lifted the mint plant’s stem so it wasn’t in danger of hitting anything. 
“So, what are you using my plants for anyway?” Wolfsbane asked, her voice echoing through the tunnels.
“Why do you need to know?” Mirage responded. Wolfsbane sighed.
“I suppose not knowing won’t kill me,” Wolfsbane followed Mirage again but stopped at the same but slightly less new train car. “What’s this?” she asked again. Again, Mirage glared at her.
“It's a prison car,” said Mirage, Wolfsbane couldn't tell if Mirage was being sarcastic or not.
“Really?” asked Wolfsbane. Mirage sighed, irritated.
“Yes,” said Mirage. 
“Who is in there?” asked Wolfsbane, peering at the window. Trying to see if she could make out any movement. Mirage scoffed.
“Someone.” 
“Can I see them?” asked Wolfsbane. Mirage sighed, pondering it,
“Fine, but if you tell anyone about her, I will kill you myself,” Mirage said. “Wait here I have to go get the gloves from Honey.”  
“Gloves?” Wolfsbane asked, but she was utterly ignored as Mirage walked away. Mirage came back a few minutes later with a pair of fingerless gloves.
“Follow me,” she said, and Wolfsbane did as instructed as Mirage opened the lock with some difficulty and stepped into the dark prison car. Wolfsbane followed, giving herself a few seconds to adjust to the dim light. There was a petite girl who appeared to be curled into a ball on the floor. She had pale skin with matted dark brown hair. She was wearing a white shirt streaked with dirt, a black skirt with expanders over her shoulders. One of her legs was cuffed to a pole in the car. Her bare feet must have been cold in the damp, underground air. The girl looked up when she heard Mirage and Wolfsbane enter. Her small size seemed even smaller in the expansive train car. Her eyes were a startling grey, like a cloudy afternoon, turning stormy.
“I brought a visitor,” said Mirage. The girl’s eyes flicked to look at Wolfsbane then they focused back on Mirage. Mirage tossed the gloves to the girl and the girl caught them. Putting them on her slender hands. She then started to move her hands, signaling in sign language. The gloves were sophisticated technology that sensed the girl’s hand signs and movements, which then translated them into audio. 
“Hello, what's your name? And why did they bring you here? Are you an Anarchist?” asked the girl, the gloves were a robotic voice: female British, giving the girl little personality. Mirage glared at the girl, watching the girl’s every movement. Wolfsbane was just confused.
“Uh... my name’s Wolfsbane and Mirage brought me here because I was curious. And no, I’m not an anarchist,” said Wolfsbane, the girl frowned.
“Why?” asked the girl. “Why aren't you an anarchist?”
“I prefer to work alone,” Wolfsbane responded. The girl glanced at Mirage, then back at Wolfsbane. 
“I suppose you have a question to ask?” asked the girl. “I can try to answer, Mirage just might not let me.” signed the girl cryptically. 
“Why is she here?” Wolfsbane directed the question at Mirage instead.
“That’s none of your business,” Mirage replied. The girl frowned,
“Then what is her business?” asked the robotic voice coming from the gloves.
“That’s none of your business,” Wolfsbane said, slightly mockingly. The girl huffed annoyed,
“Fine, then can you please tell me something interesting?” asked the girl. Mirage huffed, leaning back against the wall, Wolfsbane stood near the door. Unsure if this girl was dangerous or not.
“About what?” Wolfsbane asked.
“Anything! It's not like I've been in touch with the normal world,”  signed the girl. It was hard to tell if the girl was exasperated or not. Her tone of voice never really changed it. Was the same flat melodic. No highs and lows. 
“I mean, what category? I don’t want to bore you.” Wolfsbane said. 
“No offense to you, but anything you say won’t bore me. I have nothing else to do.”
“Did you know that vanilla comes from orchids?” Wolfsbane blurted. Mirage sighed, and the girl looked intrigued.
“No, I didn't know that. So how do orchids become vanilla?” asked the girl.
“I’m pretty sure the vanilla is the seed pods of the plant, although I still need to research orchids more. I just can’t get them to stay alive,” Wolfsbane complained. 
“Alright, that’s enough,” Mirage said. “Time to go.” The girl huffed taking off the gloves and handing them to Mirage. They then left the car.
“Is she dangerous?” Wolfsbane asked as she stepped out of the car, Mirage closing the door behind them. Locking the door with struggle. She then answered Wolfsbane’s question.
“Not anymore, but if she escaped, she would be,” Mirage replied.
"Why not anymore?” asked Wolfsbane, a little impulsively. 
“You don't need to know that,” Mirage said.
“Fine, I can argue with you about this later. For now, I need to tend to my garden.” Wolfsbane said before showing herself to the exit.
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