your powers allow you to see into the future. you can only see it all in flashes or it comes to you like this. a shadow figure lingering above you, strapping you to your bed and whispering prophecies to you. 

you try to wiggle your fingers but no green smoke rises from them. you're helpless. 

"you will be helpless a lot in the near future. where it matters the most." 

"get out." you say firmly, hiding any fear you had in your body. this had happened a few times before but you never had a feeling like this. this fear coursing through your veins was new. 

"get used to this feeling." he mocks.

"stop!" you scream. your arms become free and the green smoke suffocates the shadow forcing him to dissipate. 

you shoot up in your bed, morning light sneaking through your slightly open curtains. your breathing is heavy and short, your throat is raw and dry. your body is soaked in sweat and your heart is racing. 

a knock at your door takes your mind away from the racing, non-stopping thoughts that begin to make your head hurt. you blink, bringing yourself back to reality. 

you look at your hands and squeeze them into fists. when you open them you force the power to run down your arms and into hands and up through your palms and fingertips. your power remains. 

there's a glitch, though. it cuts out, but you force it again and it comes back and stays. 

there's another knock, the man on the other side says your name softly, worry heavy in his tone. 

bob. 

you snap your head to your door and you almost trip as you get out of your bed and rush to the door. you unlock it and swing it open. Bob stands there in his usual too-big sweat shirt and grey sweatpants.

"are you okay?" he asks. you can see the worry on his face that matches his tone. 

you put your hands on his cheeks, thumbs ghosting his lips. 

"you're okay." you whisper, trying to convince yourself what you just experienced, his words, him- was a bad dream, "you're okay," you say it as a statement now. 

he smiles, "i'm okay," he nods in your hands, "are you?"

you nod. you pull him close to you and grip him tight, "i'm okay now," you mutter. you inhale deeply never wanting to forget his scent, sunshine, woodsy and maybe a touch of whiskey. 

"i'm okay," you more confidently, "just a bad dream."

the city was trashed to say the least. cars upside down, buildings crashed in and people fighting each other. killing each other. 

the purple man stands in the middle of the street staring you down. puppets hang from his hands on strings. all the puppets being you and your team. yelena, alexie, ava, john, bucky, yourself and bob.

the purple man turns to somebody who got too close. he emits his virus and the persons eyes turn purple. he says something you can't make out and then the person is turning to, a grin on their lips and races towards you. 

"what the fuck?" you whisper under your breath. 

the person doesn't stop running. they lunge at you but your hands go up in defense, green smoke enveloping them. their eyes don't move from yours. they're after you. 

you turn and look at the purple man, he has more people running at you. 

"guys. he's controlling them," you tell your team.

"what? how?" John asks.

"I don't know walker. okay, don't kill them. they're being controlled. Bob stay back," you direct. 

"what are exactly supposed to do then? fight them?" ava asks. 

its a fair question. one you don't have an answer too. 

you look over to bucky, looking for guidance. 

"tie them up. grab anything to wrap around them. make them immobile." he directs the team. everyone nods in agreement. 

you look back at the person held in your smoke, you look around and lift a lamp post with a free hand and wrap it around the person and laying them on the ground. 

Walker runs past you, slamming his shield into the forehead of a man and he drops. you roll your eyes because, yeah technically he's doing what he's told. 

ava vanishes every other second confusing some of them. 

another person, a woman, starts running at you and you bend your knees and push power through your palms ready for her, but she runs past you. you turn watching her run past Yelena and right to Bob. you through power towards him covering him in a force field, but five feet before she reaches him she drops. 

yelena looks at you confused, then like a light bulb turned on in her head.

"he loses the control on them after a certain distance," she tells you. 

you turn to buckys direction but you're thrown to the ground and a body is on top of you. a man straddles you, his hands reaching for your throat. you grab his wrists forcing his hands back. the green smoke locks around his neck and pulls him off of you, throwing him to the side. he hits the ground, unconscious. 

"damn," you curse and pull yourself up from the ground. 

"bucky!" you shout his name and his head snaps to the direction of your voice, "after a certain distance he loses the control over them. fall back."

he goes to move to tell walker, ava and alexie but he stops. his eyes turn purple. the purple completely over takes his eyes. his body becomes rigid. 

"no," you whisper, "not again." 

you look to walker and ava, their eyes also purple. they stand there, side by side, starring you down. you look to alexie and the purple stands behind him whispering in his ear. 

you instinctively throw you hands up and grip the purple mans body and throw him into a near building. his body breaks through the cemet and he hangs on the side eof the building, eyes closed. 

it didn't release your friends though. 

you look back at yelena and bob, they're fine. no purple eyes. 

you walk backwards slowly, the four in front of you follow your moves. you stop, they stop. you move, they move. 

yelena is by your side but so is bob. 

"bob I need you to leave okay? get somewhere safe," you tell him. 

he shakes his head, " I want to help. I can help."

"we cant afford sentry or void coming out." yelena tells him. 

"I can still be of use. let me help," he pleads.

you sigh, “shit, okay. try to lure them away." 

walker charges at you, his shield held high like he's ready to strike. you lunge to the side, sticking a foot out so walker trips. he does but he somersaults out of it and stands again, turning back to you. 

theres an arm that wraps around your neck, chocking you. you look down seeing avas arms around your neck. you elbow back and get her ribs but she doesn't let up, she just grips you tighter. 

walker walks to you with his shield held high, ready to strike you down. yelena kicks the back of his knee and he falls to one knee. she grabs his shield and hits the back of his head, he passes out on the ground.  she throws the shield down beside him. 

she runs around you and ava, she jumps up and put ava in her own choke hold. ava phases out and you drop the ground reaching for your throat and taking deep breaths. 

a boot connects with your face. the force of it pushes you to the side and face down to the ground. you roll over onto your back quickly and watch as buckty steps over you, a foot on either side of your body.

"bucky." you warn. 

he lifts his left metal arm and pulls back getting ready to come down on to. 

"fine," you mutter. 

you lift your hands and you push the green smoke to wrap around his left arm. you yank the smoke down and unarm him. you kick up, kicking him in the groin. he doubles over in pain. you roll backwards and go to your feet.

"i'm sorry," you apologize to the man who had become your brother. you lift his arm and slam it against his skull. he goes down, unconscious.  

you turn around looking for bob and you see him and alexie a few yards from you and theyre just... talking. well he did his job. 

you turn back and see ava on the ground and yelena rise from it.

“well this sucks,” she says with a heavy breath.

as you catch your breath, your purple eyes team mates rise from the ground. you head snaps to to where you threw the purple man and he’s now standing on the street again, whispering.

“yelena, get to bob. now,”

you two run to where bob stands with alexie, . alexie rubs his head as if he has a headache.

you pull bob aside, “okay listen, i know i told you i’d never ask this of you. but we can’t do this without… him. you are indestructible. i’m asking this one time. let sentry out,”

he says your name breathlessly, unsure.

“we can’t do this without you,” you plead once more.

his face falls into a serious expression. he nods firmly, accepting your plead. there’s a shift in his eyes and the beginning of to glow golden.

“thank you,”

“stand aside,” sentry floats past you, “stay out of the way,”

you and yelena keep your distance from everyone. you have to throw them back every now and then but nothing that harms them too badly.

you watch sentry throw punch after to punch at the purple man. he takes the puppets hanging from the man’s hands and wraps it around his throat.

the purple man falls to his knees and sentry lets go.

why would he let go.

your purple eyes team mates stop and turn to sentry. the purple man’s whisper under his breath then pointing at sentry.

sentry is indestructible or so you thought. the purple man begins to whisper towards sentry. his eyes turn from their golden suns to purple. he floats to the ground, landing gracefully.

his eyes locked on you.

“fuck,”

“yelena knock ava out we can’t have her phasing in and out. alexie knock out anyone you,”

“yes i like this plan!” alexie agrees enthusiastically. yelena merely nods and locks in on ava.

you lift your hands immediately lifting bucky into the air pushing him into the sid wood building and using the fire escape bars to bar him to the building.

next you lift john and put him against a tree locking branch after branch around him. that serum won’t break either one of them out.

sentry stands before you, purple eyed, ready to strike. ready to kill.

“sentry,” you say lightly, lifting your hands in a defensive mode.

“you’re bad for him,” he tells you, “he doesn’t need you, he needs us. and you let us out,”

“no, sentry. i need bob back,”

he chuckles at you, “no. not until we get rid of you,”

he lifts his fist quick and brings in down onto your jaw quicker. your head snaps to the side, spraining your neck. you spit blood from your mouth.

you look back and sentry has another fist lifted but you flick your hand and his arm is yanked back so hard it comes out of its socket. he snaps it back in, he rotates his shoulder like it was nothing.

you furrow your brows in concentration. you lift him high into the sky and force your arms down hard, sentry slams into the ground. a big hole forms in the ground where he lands.

sentry rolls onto his back and you stand above him.

“give me bob back,” you demand. he laughs at you.

you smell lavender. you weren’t the biggest fan of the smell but you smelt it nonetheless. it reminded you of the pillow spray bob sprayed on his pillow to help him calm down from the day.

bob loves lavender.

bob.

you blink a few times. your head aches and pounds with pressure and pain.

your eyes focus. your hands are wrapped around bobs throat. bobs. not sentry.

he gasps for air, clawing at your hands, “stop, please,” he pleads.

you pull your hands back. you move back quickly, getting off of him. you stand and look around, you’re still in the city.

what happened?

yelena yells your name, “move!” she shouts but it’s too late.

it’s as if you black out again.

“you’re helpless,” the shadow figure is back. you’re in a black abyss, no light just that voice and his pin hole eyes.

“i told you. you cannot save the one you love h this time,” he repeats from your dream.

“what’s happening,” you ask helplessly, tears forming in your eyes.

“what’s supposed to happen,” the shadow says.

“no, please. change the prophecy. i’ll do anything. take me. leave him alone please.”

“we were taking good care of him. then you came in, gave him hope. now look at where he is.” he says.

“we?” you repeat.

the shadow figure becomes clear and sentry comes out form behind him.

“void. it was you that night,” you whisper to yourself.

“we keep him safe,” sentry tells you.

“no you harm him. we take care of him!” you shout at the god. he smiles at you.

“you can’t- won’t save him,” it’s not his voice. it’s a whisper, “you’ll be his demise.”

you blink and you’re back in the city.

one of your hands is on a shoulder, the other holds a dagger that’s stuck in someone’s abdomen. the blue sweatshirt begins to be soaked in blood.

“up,” the whisper says.

your hand drags the dagger up to the middle of the persons chest.

you try stopping yourself but it’s no use. you have no control.

you look up.

bobs eyes have tears in them but a ghostly smile is on his mouth. his eyes are soft, the same kind of soft that you saw when he’d comfort you after you had a nightmare. the soft eyes you could always pull from him when the two of you shared tea on a cold sunday morning.

you always loved his eyes. the blue was muted and it was the prettiest blue you’d ever seen. when you first met each other and was getting to know each other he asked what your favorite color was. you stared at his eyes, “blue,”

one of his hands touches his stomach and he lifts the hand looking at his blood.

his other hand wraps around your wrist. they’re soft and gentle. his fingers move a couple of times getting a good grip on you. he’s always soft with you.

“it’s okay,” he nods.

the whisper returns, “end-“ he’s cut off but you don’t even pay attention. you’re focused on the man in front of you.

“no,” you whisper.

bob lifts a hand to your face, his bloody hand marking you with his blood.

“it’s okay,” he says again. his knees give out and he begins to fall to the ground. you follow him down, the dagger staying in his chest.

“bob, i- im so sorry. i didn’t…”

“it’s not your fault,” he gasps.

blood forms at the corners of his mouth.

“bob please, no,” you choke out.

“i love you,” he confesses, “i should’ve- i should’ve told you a year ago. i’m sorry,” he says, blood spitting from his mouth.

you lean down and wrap your arms around him pulling him into your lap. you kiss his forehead, “i’m sorry,”

“don’t be. i’m glad it was you,”

the light leaves his eyes. he goes limp in your arms.

“no, no no no. bob,” you panic.

you knew it was coming. he was going to die in your arms. you knew that but now that it was happening… it couldn’t be happening.

you hug him close, “i’m so sorry,” you whisper into his ear.

you let out a scream. a scream that immediately makes your throat raw. green power and smoke bursts from you and knocks back everyone in your vicinity.

then he comes across your mind. the purple man.

he manipulated you. he made you kill your love. he controlled your team mates. bucky was brainwashed and used as a weapon- again.

you lay bob to the side gently and close his eyes.

you stand. yelena stands over the purple man a few yards away. your eyes lock on the purple figure on the ground.

you think yelena says your name or bucky. someone tells you to clam down, to stop, to not do what you’re about to do.

the voices get too loud. you swipe your hands out and everyone falls back.

you stand above to the purple man.

he laughs at you, he takes a breath to say something but you don’t give him a chance.

you wrap your green smoke around his neck and with your other hand wrap green smoke around his midsection and pull. his head detaches from his body and rolls onto the street.

“should’ve don’t that to begin with,” you tell yourself.

you go back to bob and kneel beside him.

everyone around you struggles to stand and watches for what you’ll do next.

bucky is the first to move towards you, kneeling next to you. he says your name softly and he touches your shoulder gently.

“this wasn’t your fault.” he tells you.

“this is my dagger in his chest. i did this,” you tell him, “this is my fault,”

“you weren’t in control,” he says plainly, “this wasn’t you,”

“im going to bring him back,”

“what?” yelena asks.

“i’m going to see layla.”