Who She Used To Be · Y/n story by @honeybeebuzz

Smoke curled upward in lazy spirals, and the battlefield had gone nearly silent—just the hiss of embers, the groan of twisted metal, and the ragged breathing of Earth's Mightiest.

Tony Stark

a low exhale, almost a laugh, hollow No… no, no, no. That's not—that's not possible.

Natasha Romanoff

stepping forward, eyes locked on her Those moves. The way she spun. The way she caught Steve's shield…

Steve Rogers

the shield still rolling a few feet away, his hands empty, his voice barely a whisper Naomi?

The woman didn't move. Her fists were still crackling with fading energy, her stance still combat-ready. But her breath hitched—just once—at the name.

Wanda Maximoff

voice trembling, red energy flickering at her fingertips It's her. I can feel her. But she's… she's so cold.

Thor

pushing himself up from the crater he'd just made, staring Lady Naomi? This cannot be. We thought you—

Tony Stark

cutting him off, his gauntlets dropping to his sides We thought you were dead, kid. We mourned you. We—his voice cracks You've been out here doing this? For how long?

The woman's jaw tightened. The familiar curve of her face was there—but sharper, harder. The light that used to fill her eyes was gone, replaced by something smoldering and dangerous.

???

her voice, low and strained, different but unmistakably hers Don't. Don't pretend you care now.