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Honestly, he hadn’t recall how he was actually, for once, sleeping in a bed. Obviously, something was very wrong. 

The confrontation that something was indeed very wrong was a familiar voice that completely woke him up. Eyes opened and head turned tot he source of that voice. Finding out it was none other then someone he did know all too well.

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi just slowly sat up right on his side of the bed, as close as he could to the edge. Eyes never taken off the younger. He wasn’t freaked out per say, but he was indeed weird out by it all. For the biggest reason of, he had no idea in what context or how this even transpired.

Naturally, the raven male’s bluntness was clearly still intact in his system. His voice head the tone of a demand than a questioning tone.

He couldn’t deny that, no. He often forgot that not everyone knew who or even what he was. On top of that, it was wild she had so easily narrowed it down to him. He felt like he hadn’t made it obvious it was him, but this was only strengthening his belief that something powerful wasn’t IN the room. She was that thing he was sensing.

“Eh, it’s a long story. One I don’t even know if you’d believe if I told you.” He said, leaning himself up against the wall as he continued to stare right at her. He had no reason to fear, hell she probably couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but regardless, breaking eye contact at this moment would be a huge blunder on his own part.

“I think I’ve already started us on the wrong foot. I don’t need your skepticism getting in the way of an already outrageous sounding story. So why don’t we start things off with some small talk. My name is Eren. Who might you be?” He asked.

“I’m not entirely sure yet. Whatever power you hold is dormant inside you, it hasn’t quite woken up yet.” He said, chewing his cheek for a moment as he thought. “It could be a multitude of things really. You could be superhuman once it wakes up, or it could be something completely different. We’ll work on that once you decide if this is for you.” He said, shrugging a bit.

“So let me inform my friend that you’ll be coming to speak with them.” He said, pulling out a phone and shooting a message to someone. He laid the phone on the table as he waited for a response.

“Have you ever seen the movie ‘Men in Black’?” He asked her. Maybe it was a random question to ask, but he had a reason for bringing up something so strange.

“I haven’t,” she answered furrowing her eyebrows. “But I know the concept of the movie.” Her mind was trying to think of the small clips she had seen of it on her phone. 

“Are you introducing me to an alien?” She didn’t sound scared only curious about it. Then she leaned closer to him ignoring his phone completely on the table. “Is it like one of the ones who wears human suits? Or like one with slime coming out of its skin for environmental protection?” She seemed excited now as she stared at him a giant smile cracking across her face. 

Her mind thought of different species of aliens that people had come up with over the years. Cow stealing ones. Probing ones. The ones from Mars Attacks! granted those ones still creeped her out a bit. 

When he had leaned forward she looked at him. She was slightly intimidated by the stare, but she tried her best not to show it staring right back. Him not knowing what was in her mirror only produced a sigh from her. “I read in a book once that the mirror is an alternative world so it might just be visiting…it’s just the soulless stare that’s really unnerving.”

Hearing him say werewolves and vampires made her brows furrow a bit trying to figure out if he was being serious. But his blank stare only confirmed he was to her. She finally broke the stare down as she leaned back in her chair once more and stretched a bit not realizing how long they had to have been sitting there, only reveling in the small pops her back made in the stretch.

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that the reason you found me is because you want me to fight a werewolf?” The question made her laugh a bit. As it faded off, she lifted her arms over her head in another stretch. “Well things can’t get anymore weirder so I’m in.”

Did he want her to? Maybe not right now, she’d have to go through some intense training before he threw her onto the field. Then she’d need to be given her outfit and codename, and made to understand her purpose. There was only so much she would be able to tell people. He could introduce her to others if she wanted as well. Just all depends.

“I’m not asking you to fight something at this moment. There are things we need to do before that, but you seem to accept it as is.” He relayed, taking another drink and thinking. “You’ve got a couple options moving forward. We can go right now and you’ll be introduced to a life you never knew was possible, full of things that shouldn’t exist and a life where you could be called at any moment to go anywhere and fight anything.” He told her. Geez, laying it on a bit rough, wasn’t he.

“Or. I can take you to talk to someone who’s living the life already. Give you a chance to ask questions, learn what it’s like from someone who isn’t like me. You’re chat with Captain America, if you will.” He said. “Even though you said you’re in, until you go on your first outing, you can pull out whenever you want. Once you’re out there, even if it’s as secret as we can make it, you’re in it till the bitter end. Cause those things you’ll be hired to kill, will be hunting you, and trying to kill you too.” He said, his mood clearly somber as he spoke.

At this point she already felt she had to join just by knowing what was going on. He did say she could pull out until her first outing so that was a plus.

“So I got a stupid question,” she finally said releasing the now mangled straw. “Am I special in a way like I have powers I don’t know about or am I special just because you think I’m special?” Her eyebrow raised at him before leaning back into her seat again relaxing.

It took her a minute to think. She couldn’t recall anything at that exact moment so she only shook her head. `Her hand had a small death grip on her coffee as she took another sip. But she kept trying to think of anything. 

“Does seeing things in the mirrors count?” she asked looking at him again her eyebrows furrowing a bit. “Like when you think there’s someone behind you because you see it in the mirror but when you look no one’s there?” It was either what he was thinking or her lack of a sleep schedule. She felt like she had to explain it more so he didn’t just think she was crazy even though after everything that’s happened so far it’s probably the furthest thought for anyone. 

“It’s–it’s not like it’s a full human just standing, but like…” she had to keep stopping to think of the proper way to explain it. “…like that mirror you probably saw in the hallway beside my room. That’s usually where it happens. I’ll see like part of a face down the hall near where my shoes are and then when I look back there’s nothing there even when I go to that spot and check.” 

It was obvious it spooked her a bit as she put down her coffee finally and a shiver came out of her. Her eyes trained back onto the table trying to think of anything else, but was coming up short. 

Seeing something in the mirror could signify something. He wasn’t sure what it might be based on what she was explaining. Didn’t sound like anything he was aware of, but she was on track for something. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him and staring right into her eyes, his gaze unreadable. It almost looked like he was searching her iris for something.

“I don’t know exactly what that may be. Something could be watching you, but wat their purpose or intention is, I don’t know. What I’m talking about is more like Demons. Vampires, werewolves. Skinwalkers, all that kinda shit. Folklore and fairy tales.” He stated, his demeanor hadn’t changed a bit. He was still leaned forward, still just as serious as ever.

Hearing him say werewolves and vampires made her brows furrow a bit trying to figure out if he was being serious. But his blank stare only confirmed he was to her. She finally broke the stare down as she leaned back in her chair once more and stretched a bit not realizing how long they had to have been sitting there, only reveling in the small pops her back made in the stretch.

"I can't believe you would say something like that to me."

"I didn't mean it, I was just angry. I'm sorry."

"You know, sometimes your words cut deeper than you realize."

"I never intended to hurt you. I wish I could take it back."

"I thought I could trust you, but you betrayed me."

"I made a mistake, and I regret it. I hope you can forgive me."

"I feel so broken right now, like I don't even know who I am anymore."

"You're not the person I thought you were."

"I can't believe you would choose them over me."

"Your actions have caused me so much pain."

"I never wanted to hurt you. Is there anything I can do to make it right?"

"I thought we were in this together, but you've left me hanging."

"I've been going through my own struggles, and I'm sorry for not being there for you."

"I can't shake off this feeling of being constantly let down by you."

"I trusted you with my heart, and you broke it."

"I never meant to hurt you. Please give me a chance to make it right."

"You've wounded me deeply, and I don't know if I can forgive you."

"I understand the pain I've caused, and I'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness."

"I feel so hurt and misunderstood."

He couldn’t deny that, no. He often forgot that not everyone knew who or even what he was. On top of that, it was wild she had so easily narrowed it down to him. He felt like he hadn’t made it obvious it was him, but this was only strengthening his belief that something powerful wasn’t IN the room. She was that thing he was sensing.

“Eh, it’s a long story. One I don’t even know if you’d believe if I told you.” He said, leaning himself up against the wall as he continued to stare right at her. He had no reason to fear, hell she probably couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but regardless, breaking eye contact at this moment would be a huge blunder on his own part.

“I think I’ve already started us on the wrong foot. I don’t need your skepticism getting in the way of an already outrageous sounding story. So why don’t we start things off with some small talk. My name is Eren. Who might you be?” He asked.

“Right. A lot of time passed. I spent a long time trying to find what my new purpose would be. To make a long, convoluted story short, I don’t want to mess around in universes I don’t belong. I can’t make decisions, or at least, I shouldn’t without permission from those who created said places.”He told her. “So I leave it in the hands of the people who live there, people such as yourself, or those with a strong desire to make a difference for good.” He explained.

“Funny you bring up the Avengers. It could easily be compared to what I do. Although, my version of ‘Cap’ isn’t a super soldier. He’s honestly just some guy.” He sat back and took another drink, wondering if he should go into further detail. Maybe a question would be better. “Have you ever encountered something you couldn’t explain? Other than myself that is.”

It took her a minute to think. She couldn’t recall anything at that exact moment so she only shook her head. `Her hand had a small death grip on her coffee as she took another sip. But she kept trying to think of anything. 

“Does seeing things in the mirrors count?” she asked looking at him again her eyebrows furrowing a bit. “Like when you think there’s someone behind you because you see it in the mirror but when you look no one’s there?” It was either what he was thinking or her lack of a sleep schedule. She felt like she had to explain it more so he didn’t just think she was crazy even though after everything that’s happened so far it’s probably the furthest thought for anyone. 

“It’s--it’s not like it’s a full human just standing, but like...” she had to keep stopping to think of the proper way to explain it. “...like that mirror you probably saw in the hallway beside my room. That’s usually where it happens. I’ll see like part of a face down the hall near where my shoes are and then when I look back there’s nothing there even when I go to that spot and check.” 

She had listened intently the only sound coming from her were small ‘hms’ and sips from her coffee. “So I’m not going to be meeting the Avengers…” she noted jokingly finally looking at him. “I was really hoping for that one on one with Cap.” 

“Ok, so did they know you were going to leave? Or did they just expect you to stay?” She was trying to process it all, but she knew it was going to take more time than this to do all of that. “Are they after you or something now? How long did you leave them?” 

Leaning back in her own seat she was still trying to process everything. “So what’s this have to do with me? Did I get created by them?” 

Meeting the Avengers? No, of course not, but it gave him an interesting parallel to his own squad of people he was forming. Could they be compared to the Avengers? Maybe. Perhaps he should introduce her to that concept and see how she reacts. For now he’d answer her questions.

“They had no idea I was going to leave. They thought I was their obedient little puppet. I was indeed their creation, I was expected to do as they asked and never ask questions. People who lead should never discourage their followers from asking questions.” He explained, thinking for a moment on her second question.

“As far as I know, there isn’t anyone after me. It’s been millions of years as I said, but that doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten about me. If they are after me, they won’t be coming themselves. They’d send something else after me.” That much he figured would be true. If they made him to dish out protection and justice, they’d make something else to hunt him. Although it would be much more obedient he was sure.

Getting up, she got herself a refill not wanting to run the poor waiter ragged. It only took a minute before she was in her seat again.

So he was a deity that executed people. Then he left. No one he knew was coming after him which is what surprised her the most and she was just normal until he explains how she fits into the puzzle. Happy Thursday to her.

Finally setting her drink down on the table, she squirmed more down in her seat getting comfortable even though she looked like a moody teenager out with her parents to everyone else. Looking at Eren she only nodded at him, her mind still trying to absorb everything.

He couldn’t deny that, no. He often forgot that not everyone knew who or even what he was. On top of that, it was wild she had so easily narrowed it down to him. He felt like he hadn’t made it obvious it was him, but this was only strengthening his belief that something powerful wasn’t IN the room. She was that thing he was sensing.

“Eh, it’s a long story. One I don’t even know if you’d believe if I told you.” He said, leaning himself up against the wall as he continued to stare right at her. He had no reason to fear, hell she probably couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but regardless, breaking eye contact at this moment would be a huge blunder on his own part.

“I think I’ve already started us on the wrong foot. I don’t need your skepticism getting in the way of an already outrageous sounding story. So why don’t we start things off with some small talk. My name is Eren. Who might you be?” He asked.

“Yeah I’ll eat something.” He said, waiting for their waiter to come by so he could order. Once he placed it he cracked his neck. “Well then, first of all, I’ll explain a bit about myself. And don’t worry about others hearing, to them it just sounds like we’re speaking a language they don’t know.” He told her, leaning forward and thanking their water for his coffee.

“So for starters, where I came from. I’m sure this will come as no surprise to you, but I’m not from this universe. In terms of how humans measure time, I’m much older than this place by Millions of years.” He started, taking a drink and leaning back casually in the seat.

“I was made by an entire pantheon of Gods and Goddesses where I come from. I was their magnum opus, their greatest creation. A guardian angel and a just executioner. Just for them at least. They made one mistake in creating me. They gave me a conscience. I left their rule and set out on my own.” He explained, pausing to let her process or ask questions now.

She had listened intently the only sound coming from her were small ‘hms’ and sips from her coffee. “So I’m not going to be meeting the Avengers...” she noted jokingly finally looking at him. “I was really hoping for that one on one with Cap.” 

“Ok, so did they know you were going to leave? Or did they just expect you to stay?” She was trying to process it all, but she knew it was going to take more time than this to do all of that. “Are they after you or something now? How long did you leave them?”