Everything except predictable.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes, the world seemed far too quiet for its own good, causing him to become hyper-aware of everything else. walking further through, Steve spotted a woman, a blue woman, crumple to the floor. Rushing over to her, he tried to support her with his own weight, dropping to his knees.

“I got you, I got-“ his breath hitched as he saw the files, some of them propped open after falling and giving the details of her despair. “What’s your name? I’m Steve, Steve Rogers – I’m going to help you, I’m not going to fight you…I… I knew Charles.“

He swallowed thickly as he tried to assess her face. “What happened? Where are we?” He asked, glancing around, turning his attention back onto her.

      Her breathing was loud and heavy, and even if her hands covered her face and the rushing tears going down her cheeks.. Well, it was quite clear what was up. She was crying, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders while despair circled in her gut. These files, all people she clearly knew, were gone- in the worst way possible. 

      She did not seek comfort that was there with Steve dropping down beside her, and instead, just moved to open some files. Mainly, to get Charles’s out in the open so she didn’t need to trip over her words. Breathing was messy enough as it was right now, no need to try and get the spoken word into the mess. 

      Files dropping to the ground, Raven could only follow as she fell to her own knees. Her hands covered her face as hot tears rolled down her cheeks, her chest tightening as she felt her breathing get harder to do.

It wasn’t every day you learned from the interns that you were in two places at once. Either Daisy had a twin she didn’t know about, a clone she didn’t know about, or someone had shapeshifted into her. Not cool. Not cool by any means. The offices were pretty empty, with so many people trying to contain the anti-mutant sentiments and mutants who were attacking normal people at random. Things were getting worse after the rescue.

Thanks, whoever pulled that bunker out from under the building.

Probably Erik.

When she reached her computer, she crossed her arms, staring down at her double. “Okay, I’m actually kind of hot.” she mused. “I’d totally date me. Just saying. Is that weird?” But she quickly got back on track. “Okay, in all seriousness, you’re definitely a shapeshifter, and while I find it flattering that you want to be me, I can’t let you take that data.” she flexed her fingers in warning before holding a hand out, pushing the chair back from the computer with a small wave of seismic energy. “So, nice try. Start talking. Now. Or the next one sends you into the wall.“

      “You know,” Raven managed to jump out of the chair before it was removed from under her. Thankfully she was used to jumping into action, literally! The last thing she would have wanted was to be thrown across the room in a chair! “If you want to listen to yourself talk, you only have to ask.” 

      Sure the Avengers could handle themselves, but the school? The students? They were kids. Kids who were still learning to control their powers, kids who needed space to learn and to grow. They did not need this. They did not need to grow up with the fear as Raven had. She would not let them, and would do her best to keep them safe. Maybe not in the most agreeable way, but she knew what she was doing.

      Breaking into the one and only S.H.I.E.L.D.       Which, Raven did seamlessly. This wasn’t the first time she broke into a place like this, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. Plus she was mostly all healed by now that she did not walk with any notable changes to draw attention to herself. [Such as a limp, favouring one foot over the other, so on] No one noticed, no one thought otherwise. At least, till Raven pretty much got caught red handed as she waiting for a file to open on a computer. There was always that one risk of shapeshifting, when one walked into their double.. 

Gamora was outside, watching some of the kids train. With the protests, she felt it was safer to have someone like her outside to watch them. It didn’t seem like very long before she was back inside the mansion, playfully ruffling a student’s hair when she asked Gamora to train with them in the Danger Room. She loved these kids- these human kids born with powers. She’d only been here for a day- and she’d already kill for these kids.

She had to excuse herself though, because she was tired- having stayed up the entire night. She hadn’t gotten a chance to go check on Peter or Mantis yet- but she was sure they were fine. The rescue was a success, save for the collapsed buiding.

She soon found herself back in the room she’d been loaned by Charles Xavier when she said she was staying. She was sure she couldn’t thank the Professor enough. He was too kind to let her stay, especially since he could read her mind. He had to know who she was- who her father was- how many she’d killed. But maybe he’d seen her love for these kids. That was the only thing that made sense to her being able to stay.

She was startled by a chirping sound as KBjr came running into her room with a piece of ham clutched in his jaws. Gamora sighed, holding her hands out for him to jump into. “Who fed you this time?” she asked, cracking a smile. “It wasn’t another student, was it? You know not to use those big eyes on the kids- they’ll feed you too much!” but she wasn’t mad, in fact, she found it sweet that the kids loved him so much. That was when she caught sight of the figure at the door and she looked up, her smile fading just a little bit. “I’m sorry, he’s very good at begging.” she told her, as KBjr began munching on the ham. “I’m Gamora.” she offered the woman hovering in the doorway.

      “Oh, he’s yours?” Not Kitty, but another.. mutant? The woman surely looked the part, but there was something about her that just wasn’t screaming out mutant to Raven. She didn’t really have a way to tell though, and beside... If she was here, she must be some sort of teacher or something of that sort, right? Raven did miss a couple of months if not more of the lives in the mansion, so new teachers were to be expected. 

      Crashing in one of the empty rooms at the mansion, Raven had been laying low as she recovered from having been locked up in that hellhole. It hadn’t been one of the worst places she had been, but it was pretty up there considering how much she made sure to be a pain in the ass to everyone who worked there. She was out now, mutants, Avengers, and everyone she knew and didn’t know seemed to have came in to stop whatever was going on in there. 

      That place was gone now, and Raven could rest easy knowing there were people out there beside her who would be looking into it. She just had to worry about recovering, and not draw too much attention to herself.. 

      Which became a lot harder when she ran into a freaking DINOSAUR in the kitchen! She didn’t even notice it at first, but as soon as she opened the fridge to grab some milk the little guy rushed over and started begging for something to eat. He chirped and bounced around on the floor, clearly having done this before to get some snacks. Why not? It clearly worked as Raven just grabbed some ham and dropped it for the little one to catch it in his jaws. What was the harm? She fed Lockheed scrapes before.

• Raven has a quicker healing factor than most people, it may not be as quick as Logan’s but she does heal faster than Erik or Charles. Bruises, minor cuts and most burns heal the quickest, along with other surface wounds thanks to her being able to shape shift.  - Other wounds like bullet or stab wounds take longer, and sometimes cause trouble due to the fact that the outside heals before the deep tissues do and give Raven a false sense of it being all better.  - Broken/bruised bones hear at a quicker rate as well if she actually rests.

• Raven dislike cold weather, for she has to actually wear clothes and not just walk around naked/shape shift clothing on herself. This makes it harder for her to disguise herself and go undercover.  - When she does need to wear real clothing, she normally defaults to stealing from whoever she might be with. It’s not hard for a shapeshifter to fit into any sizes.