𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 is a name that you probably haven't heard in the MCU, right? Yet I'm here breaking the fourth wall. Well, it's probably as I am one of the forgotten 'heros'. Oh, it's not by choice but at the same time, it is.
So you're probably laying in bed right now on Wattpad and it's 3 am and your thinking 'Who the fuck is Fallon Creed and why is she relevant?'. In all honesty, sometimes I don't know the answer but Fallon Creed had a close relationship with your dear friend and avenger Wanda Maximoff. Yes, you read it right had a close relationship with Wanda Maximoff. Now I'm not going to tell you what happened yet as I'm very touchy about it, not because the author wants to create suspense and dramatic effect.
FYI If you're looking for that Y/N bullshit you're reading the wrong book sweetheart. Anyway, enough of that fourth wall shit let's get serious, and no it's something I normally don't do either.
Panic. Panic is what Fallon felt and it was unusual. Something was unbalanced. Fallon had felt similar to this but not this drastically therefore unusual. As quick as flash, Fallon jolted up in a laboured breath, dull moonlight danced in through the windows of her bedroom. Fallon lived in a tiny and overpriced apartment in New York, the walls were weathered grey colour and electric blue door and window frames and minimalistic furniture. Fallon had thin and short brunette hair which contrasted beautifully with her clear ivory skin and deep cyan eyes.
"Come on you pussy." Fallon ridiculed herself, massaging her forehead and sighing. Blinking, she looked over to her side and glanced at her digital alarm clock which read '5:12 AM'. Even more annoyed with herself, she lazily rolled out of her bed, knowing she would have to show up to work soon. Fallon a supernatural, powerful woman successfully tested with the soul stone has a very high paying job, a Personal Assistant. I know so glamourous who wouldn't want to organise someone else's life for a minimum wage salary and occasionally being yelled at?
Looking up at herself in the mirror she immediately noticed something, her eyes. They were a piercing orange, something was definitely was wrong. Like I said this was unusual it's only happened once and it wasn't that long ago in 2023. Ignoring it for now, she strolled over to the kitchen counter and starts brewing some coffee. Meanwhile, Fallon turned on her computer then logged in and opening a private tab on chrome and searched up 'Wanda Maximoff'. Remembering that she had started brewing her coffee, she quickly rose from her cold and uncomfortable desk chair and scurried to the kitchen counter. Coming back, she returned to her computer and saw numerous results of Wanda. However, the latest article link she saw made her stomach churn. 'Wanda Maximoff missing, last seen at Anthony Edward Stark's private funeral'. With no hesitation, she clicked on the link and scanned through the article looking for more information.
"Oh shitballs." Fallon cursed with now wide eyes, looking at the clock in the corner of her computer which read '7:30' and she was meant to be at work at 7, so right on schedule. In a hurry, she scrambled around her desk draws looking for her emergency coloured contact lenses. Oh fuck my life, Fallon thought as she realised that the only spare contact lenses she had were hazel which was a bit of a problem. Running her hand through her short hair, she carelessly popped open the box and put them in. Hastily, she ran to her wardrobe and looked through it the only thing she could find was a short grey pencil skirt and a very deep cut white blouse that would defiantly show more than what was considered professional. With reluctance, she swiftly unzipped the pencil skirt and stepped into it then threw on her blouse.
After getting dressed, Fallon ran down the emergency exit stairs into the city that never sleeps, New York. New York is a city that a typical Y/N would describe as 'amazing' and 'spectacular'. Maybe if you lived in Manhattan that would be the case but when you live in the dodgy part of Queens maybe not so much. Whilst shrugging on her pastel orange blazer, successfully she hollered a taxi and got in but just before she heard a man yell who had to be at least in his 40s "Nice ass sweetheart!".
Whilst clenching her jaw, she smiled apologetically at the taxi driver and asked for him to wait for 2 minutes. Fallon got out of the car and stalked towards the random man and now putting on her 'don't fuck with me face'. "The fuck did you just say?" Fallon rhetorically asked.
Obviously not getting it, he started to repeat what he cat-called but was interrupted by Fallon threatening scarily calmer "If you mutter another syllable I will cut you dick of and shove it so far down your throat that you wouldn't breathe for a week."
Now frightened he gulped and Fallon quipped, "Now fuck of you asshole." Which made him scramble away.
"Sorry about that." Fallon apologised unfazed stepping back into the taxi and giving the driver the address of the company.
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Rushing out of the car, she quickly paid the drive the taxi fare and thanked him and ran into the building. Scanning around the room she looked for the reception desk and ran up to it when she found it. "H-Hey h-hi, P-Pam i-is Thomas in office still?" Fallon rushed out.
"Hey, Fallon yeah Mr Hill is in do you want me to?-" Pam started but was cut off by Thomas storming in and yelling "Where the fuck were you? I missed a meeting and-".
"Look I'm sorry Thomas but I-"
"I have had enough of your bullshit! And what are you wearing? You look like a hooker!" Mr Hill spat with anger.
"I'm sorry what?" Fallon asked not believing what she had heard.
"You heard me! You look like a prostitute!" Mr Hill repeated seeing now issue of what he was saying.
"How dare you, you misogynist piece of shit. This outfit personally is not something I would where however it is fucking foul how you could say that to your PA without any guilt. Now before you can fire me, I quit. Good luck finding a new PA you motherfucker." Fallon fired back and chucking her lanyard on the reception and storming out not giving a single fuck.
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As you may tell Fallon's day is going great so far:
1. Found out that her ex-best friend is missing even though she hasn't seen her in years
2. Was cat called twice and then being fired from sed cat caller
Fallon threw her keys on the mantlepiece and slouched down in disbelief of what happened today. Just as she was about to take out her contacts lenses, her doorbell rang. Perplexed, she silently tiptoed towards the door and began to tense her hands, creating a deep orange sparky orb in her left hand. Cautiously, she opened the door and peaked her head around it saw two clearly agents about to ring the doorbell again.
"Can I help you?" Fallon asked tilting her head to the side.
"Oh thank God it's you!" A female agent sighed in relief.
"Huh?" Fallon asked puzzled.
"Oh right, I'm Monica, Monica Rambeau." Monica introduced smiling brightly.
"And I'm Jimmy Woo." An Asian man introduced flipping his FBI card "Also I would advise standing down your powers."
"What?" Fallon asked, faking further confusion.
"We know who you are Fallon Creed." Monica informed, "We need your help."
"It's regarding Wanda Maximoff." Jimmy Woo interjected.
"Wanda Maximoff who is-?" Fallon countered now becoming slightly more panicked.
"Fallon you don't need to lie." Monica cut off pulling up Fallon's file.
"How do you know who I am?" Fallon challenged.
"I think we have a lot to talk about."
