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🖤 Nimue Grey – Quotes

1. “They call it the Void like it’s empty. It’s not. It remembers everything you try to forget.”

2. “Oh good, another man with a badge and a gun telling me to calm down. That’s never gone badly.”

3. “I’ve been hunted, locked up, and interrogated. Trust me, brunch with the Avengers is still the weirdest thing I’ve done.”

4. “You’re angry because I made you feel something. That’s not power abuse. That’s emotional education.”

5. “Morality is a luxury I wasn’t born with. I had to buy mine—one scar at a time.”

6. “I didn’t come to make friends. And yet, here I am—arguing with a talking tree and a flying raccoon. Life’s funny.”

7. “You know what they call people who stare into the Rift too long? Dead. Or me.”

8. “I’m not the villain in your story. Just the storm that passed through it.”

9. “Trust is earned. Or in my case, accidentally stumbled into after surviving twelve disasters together."

10. “I’m not a team player. But I’m a damn good endgame.”

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📖 ORIGIN & BACKSTORY

Nimue Grey was not born into any known Earth dimension. Her mother, Selene Grey, was a mystic of extraordinary talent who lived in the Nexus Village—a settlement between realms, untouched by time, where cosmic convergence occurred naturally. It was a sanctuary for exiled mages and creatures that straddled dimensions. During a celestial alignment that opened the walls between universes, Nimue was born amidst a rare storm that distorted reality. It was prophesied that her soul was linked to the Void Realm—a dark dimension of forgotten knowledge, hunger, and ancient echoes.

Fearing the power her child would wield, Selene sealed Nimue’s soul with protective glyphs and sent her away through an enchanted rift into hiding. Nimue grew up half-aware of her origin, raised by monks sworn to protect reality’s balance. Her powers began manifesting at 13—first as shadows flickering across walls, then as whispers from rifts only she could hear.

At 16, a HYDRA experiment gone wrong created a rupture that sucked her into the modern world. Her arrival caused a localized dimensional quake in Eastern Europe. Frightened and disoriented, she wandered alone, hunted by HYDRA agents who believed she was a weapon to be shaped. For years, she was a ghost—living in shadows, causing small rift events, evading capture.

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✨ POWERS & ABILITIES

1. Void Manipulation

Nimue channels energy from the Void Realm:

Energy Absorption: Can drain light, heat, kinetic, and magical energy within a short radius. Energy absorbed can be redirected in bursts or stored to enhance physical abilities.

Shadow Constructs: Can form tendrils, shields, and weapons from void energy. These can phase through inorganic matter but solidify upon striking life energy or magic.

Silence Field: Can collapse sound in an area, creating a vacuum bubble where no communication is possible—perfect for stealth or psychological warfare.

2. Dimensional Tethering

Short-range Rift Teleportation: Instantly folds space within 20 meters, allowing her to dodge attacks or reposition.

Echo Manifestation: Leaves behind semi-solid afterimages or “memory echoes” that can mislead or strike enemies. These echoes share a moment of her consciousness, reacting to danger independently.

Void Portals: Can open one-way or two-way portals for transport or to cast enemies into dimensional limbo, though this requires immense energy and focus.

3. Void Sense

Dimensional Awareness: Can sense interdimensional breaches, unstable magic, and emotional echoes left in space.

Psychic Shielding: Her soul being tethered to the Void makes her resistant to telepathy, illusions, and mental coercion. Her mind appears like a black hole to psychic probes.

4. Combat Expertise

Melee Combat: Trained extensively by Natasha Romanoff in hand-to-hand combat, pressure points, and stealth kills.

Weapons Mastery: Uses twin void daggers, which shift in shape depending on her emotional state.

Tactical Mind: Highly analytical in the field—combines rift movement and terrain to create chaos for enemies.

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🧠 PERSONALITY

Core Traits: Nimue is enigmatic, intelligent, deeply introspective, and emotionally guarded. She has a stoic demeanor with a subtle sharp wit. Despite appearing detached, she cares deeply for those she trusts and often watches over them silently.

MBTI: INFJ-T — The Advocate

Enneagram: Type 4w5 – The Individualist with deep emotional intensity and strategic isolation.

Likes: Ancient grimoires, jazz records, stargazing, cold weather, dark chocolate, long silences, ravens

Dislikes: False flattery, imprisonment, loud places, surveillance, bright artificial light

Fears: Becoming the embodiment of the Void; losing control and harming Bucky or others she loves.

Nimue hides her vulnerability behind sarcasm, often using dry humor to deflect concern. She has a poetic soul—her journal is filled with fragments of dream logic, poems about other worlds, and sketches of creatures only she has seen. Her love language is protection and presence: she’ll bleed before she lets someone she loves be hurt.

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👥 RELATIONSHIPS

🛡️ Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

•Their first encounter is hostile—she uses her Void powers to force him into a vision of his Winter Soldier trauma. He sees her as a threat and keeps his distance after her capture.

•Assigned to monitor her, they clash over morality and control. But cracks begin to show—moments of honesty, shared silence, and reluctant respect.

•What began as hatred becomes understanding. He starts calling her Nim. She never corrects him.

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Through the Rift

Location: Abandoned church ruins, Carpathian Mountains

Time: 11:47 PM

The wind howled through the hollow ribs of the forest, trees swaying like dying men in prayer. The old church stood crooked and broken, swallowed by ivy and time. Its stained glass windows were shattered, moonlight bleeding through the fractured colors onto the stone floor inside.

The air was wrong. Too still. Like the world was holding its breath. Bucky Barnes crouched behind a crumbling stone wall, eyes scanning the church through the scope of his rifle. The glow inside wasn’t natural—faint and violet, like a bruise stretched across space itself.

Sam’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “You seeing this, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Bucky murmured. “She's in there.”

Nimue Grey. Or what the reports called her: Riftborn anomaly. Dangerous. Psychic-class threat.

Sam hovered above in silent flight, watching from above like a silent sentinel. “We going in quiet?”

Bucky nodded, even though Sam couldn’t see him. “No mistakes. No chances.”

He moved like a shadow, gliding between gravestones and overgrown roots, every muscle coiled in combat readiness. As he stepped into the church’s crumbling threshold, the void-light hit his face. Cold. Alive.

And there she was.

Standing alone at the altar, surrounded by a slow orbit of floating stones and dead leaves spinning in unnatural gravity. Her long dark hair fell like ink over her shoulders, her eyes closed, her lips murmuring in a language older than memory.

The shadows seemed to breathe with her. Bucky aimed, but didn’t shoot. He hesitated.

Then her eyes snapped open—and met his. Silver. And endless.

The moment shattered. He was no longer standing in the church. He was strapped to the chair. The metal arm being sawed off. His skin sizzling under a branding iron. He saw faces—dozens—flashing in bursts of violence. Blood on concrete. Screams muffled by orders barked in Russian.

“Soldat. Очистить.”

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. His rifle clattered to the ground. Across the church, Nimue stood still—but her hands trembled. She hadn’t meant to dig so deep, but the trauma in him—so loud, so jagged—it had answered the Void like a scream in an empty cave.

She whispered, “No… no, I’m not your enemy…”

But Bucky didn’t hear her. He was lost in the shadows of his mind. Sam dove through the broken ceiling, releasing a shockwave that cracked the spell apart. The magic splintered, reality surged back in.

Bucky collapsed to his knees, gasping. His hand curled into a fist against the stone floor, sweat soaking his shirt. Nimue’s body swayed, blood trickling from her nose. She didn’t run.

She just looked at him—haunted. Her lips parted, “I didn’t want to show you that,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what your nightmare looked like.”

Bucky lifted his head, shaking, pupils still dilated. His voice was venom, “You’re worse than they said.”

A tranquilizer dart embedded in her neck. She blinked once. Then fell.

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The Cell

Location: S.W.O.R.D. Black Site – Sublevel D

Time: 3 Days After Capture

The corridor was silent except for the low hum of the lights and the soft click of Bucky’s boots echoing off the steel floor. The walls were sterile, silver and sharp, cold like a scalpel. Everything about this place felt unnatural, designed not to contain a prisoner, but to erase a person. Sublevel D was where S.W.O.R.D. kept things they didn’t understand. Or feared too much to let walk free.

At the end of the hallway, she sat. Nimue Grey. The Riftborn. She was curled on the edge of a narrow cot, her bare feet touching the floor, her posture statuesque but somehow tired. The containment cell was encased in reinforced vibranium glass, and behind that, an energy field—faintly humming with nullifying frequencies that muted her powers.

She was unarmed, but she looked dangerous even in stillness. Her eyes lifted the moment she sensed him—before he said a word, before he turned the corner. She always knew.

Bucky stopped just short of the glass, crossing his arms. His jaw clenched tight, and for a moment he didn’t speak. He wasn’t sure if he could trust his voice. They stared at each other across the divide. He broke the silence first. “You have any idea what you did to me?”

Nimue tilted her head slightly. Her expression didn’t shift into remorse, didn’t soften—but something flickered in her eyes. Memory. Guilt? Or something close to it.

“I saw what was already inside you,” she said quietly, her voice low and steady. “I didn’t put it there.”

“That’s not an answer,” he snapped. “You made me relive every second of it. Every second.”

“I didn’t choose the memory,” she said, folding her hands in her lap. “I reflect what’s already buried inside people. What they fear. What they hide.”

His voice was sharp now. “You dug into my head.”

“No,” she corrected, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I was pulled into it. You were screaming before I even touched your mind.”

The silence that followed was heavier than before. Bucky’s hands flexed at his sides. His metal fingers curled tight enough to groan.

He wanted to yell. To walk away. To tell her that she was exactly what S.W.O.R.D. said she was: a manipulative, mind-twisting monster. But she looked too human. Too still. Too quiet.

He noticed the subtle signs now—her breathing was shallow, like she hadn’t slept. Her shoulders were tense beneath the black S.W.O.R.D.-issued shirt. Her eyes—those otherworldly, silvery eyes—were rimmed with fatigue.

“How long have you been awake?” he asked suddenly.

She blinked. “Since they turned off the lights last night.”

“That was... over twenty-four hours ago.”

“I don’t like to sleep,” she said simply.

“Because of dreams?”

Her gaze lowered. “Because sometimes I don’t wake up in the same place I fell asleep.”

The silence returned. But it wasn’t sharp anymore. It was slower. Softer. Something shifted in him.

He didn’t know why he stayed. He told himself he came here for answers, for closure. To look her in the eye and remind himself she wasn’t a victim—she was the reason he’d spent the last three nights waking up screaming into the dark. But she wasn’t fighting back. She wasn’t trying to escape. She wasn’t even angry. She was just... there. Human. Like him. Fractured.

A soft sound tugged at the air—quiet, almost imperceptible. She was humming. Bucky stiffened. He recognized it instantly.

A slow, old jazz tune. From the 1940s. Not the famous parts—just the hum of a forgotten bridge between verses. He felt it twist something deep in his chest.

“…Where’d you learn that?” he asked, not looking at her.

She didn’t stop humming. But her voice followed a breath later, “A man I met... a long time ago. Between rifts. He played it on a broken gramophone. Said it reminded him of who he used to be.”

Bucky’s lips parted. But he didn’t respond. He sat down on the bench across from her cell. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look at her. Just listened. And stayed.

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Conditional Freedom

Location: S.W.O.R.D. Tactical Briefing Room

Time: One Week After Her Capture

The room was too bright. All steel and glass and silence.

Nimue stood still in the center of it, her wrists bound by magnetic cuffs glowing with suppression runes. Her long coat was gone, replaced with standard black S.W.O.R.D. tactical gear. But no amount of uniformity could dull the strangeness about her—the way the shadows still bent subtly toward her, like they missed her power. She didn’t speak. She just waited. Calm. Eyes unreadable.

Across the table, Maria Hill folded her arms, her gaze razor sharp. “We don’t trust you. That hasn’t changed. But we need you.”

Nimue didn’t flinch. “So this is the part where you offer freedom in exchange for use.”

“No,” Hill said bluntly. “You’re not free. You’re being loaned.”

The door behind them opened. Bucky stepped in. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. His jaw flexed when his eyes met Nimue’s. He said nothing. Just stood there, arms crossed, cold and motionless like a glacier. But under that calm, there was tension. Mistrust. Anger still fresh beneath the surface.

Hill continued, “The artifact we recovered last night is identical to something found in the Rift Event six months ago—the one Nimue walked out of. And according to her—”

Nimue cut in smoothly. “It’s not an artifact. It’s a beacon. Left by something older than this world.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “And why should we believe you?”

She tilted her head, voice like silk threaded with steel. “Because I’m the only one here who’s seen what’s on the other side of the Rift and come back breathing.”

A thick silence followed. Hill exhaled. “You’ll be escorted to the ruins with Barnes as your handler. You don’t leave his line of sight. You don’t speak to civilians. And if you even think about trying something—”

“I know the drill,” Nimue said quietly. “Leash the monster. Hope it obeys.”

That landed harder than it should have. Bucky stepped forward, the weight in his steps making the room feel smaller. “You think I’m gonna trust you in the field?”

“I don’t care if you trust me,” she said calmly, looking him dead in the eye. “I’m not here to be liked. I’m here because if you walk into that site without me, you’ll all be ash in under three minutes.”

They stared at each other, fire meeting ice. Hill tapped a file on the table. “You leave in twenty minutes.”

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The Ride

Location: Black S.W.O.R.D. Transport Jeep

Time: En Route to Romania

The tension in the jeep was suffocating.

Bucky sat behind the wheel, eyes on the road ahead. Nimue sat beside him, her hands still cuffed in her lap, ankles crossed, posture relaxed in a way that wasn’t trust—it was control. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the rain tapping on the windshield.

“You don’t talk much,” she said after a while.

“I don’t talk to people I don’t trust.”

She smirked faintly. “That’s a lot of silence, then.”

He didn’t answer. He just kept driving. A long pause.

Then, quietly: “I didn’t enjoy hurting you.”

He glanced sideways, his expression stone. “You didn’t not enjoy it, either.”

Her voice was lower now, almost... tired. “You think I wanted to see that part of you? What they did to you?”

Bucky didn’t speak. His hands tightened on the wheel. “I saw the way you screamed when it hit you,” she went on. “Not out loud. Not in the church. In the memory. You were silent. Bleeding. Alone.”

He gritted his teeth. “Stop.”

“I’m not the one who left those scars, Barnes. I just touched them by accident.”

The jeep slowed as they reached the checkpoint. Bucky took a breath, jaw locked. When he finally spoke, it wasn’t anger. It was something harder. Quieter. “You’re not just some misunderstood soul caught in the wrong place. You chose to fight back. You chose to be dangerous.”

She turned to him, face unreadable. “Yes. I did. Because in my world, the ones who don’t fight get swallowed whole.”

And for the first time... he understood that. Even if he didn’t forgive it. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But he didn’t hate her voice in the silence anymore.

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Mission in the Ruins

Location: Carpathian Mountains – Ancient Ruins

Time: Late Afternoon, Overcast Sky

The ruins stretched before them, ancient stones cracked and covered in moss, half-buried by centuries of earth and forgotten history. The air was thick with cold dampness and the scent of pine. Clouds overhead blocked the sun, casting the forest in muted grays.

Bucky led the way, weapon ready, eyes sharp. Nimue followed close, silent but alert, her silver eyes scanning the shadows with unnerving calm. The suppression cuffs on her wrists glowed faintly, a reminder of the fragile truce between her and S.W.O.R.D.

“Stay close,” Bucky muttered, voice low. “And don’t do anything stupid.”

She smiled thinly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They moved deeper into the ruins, the ground crunching underfoot. The remnants of a long-lost temple rose ahead — cracked statues, toppled columns, runes carved into stone. Nimue’s gaze lingered on the symbols, lips moving in soft, inaudible prayers.

Suddenly, the air shifted. The hairs on Bucky’s neck stood on end. A low vibration thrummed through the ground beneath their feet. He signaled to Nimue. “Something’s here.”

Before either of them could react, the ground exploded in a burst of purple light. Shadows erupted from the soil—dark, twisting shapes that snarled and lunged like living smoke. Bucky fired his rifle, each shot cutting through the phantasmal forms, but they kept coming—endless and relentless. Nimue’s eyes flashed silver. She raised her hands, fingers weaving in a complex dance as energy pulsed outward, a rippling force that pushed the shadow creatures back.

“Keep them off me!” Nimue commanded, voice sharp and commanding.

Bucky grunted, charging forward, metal arm swinging with brutal precision. His rifle shattered a shadow into shards of black mist, but more surged from every crack and crevice. Nimue closed her eyes, focusing, drawing the Rift’s energy in around her like a swirling cloak. Then she thrust her palms forward, sending a wave of blinding light crashing into the shadows.

The creatures hissed and recoiled, but one massive shadow lunged at Bucky from the side. Time slowed. Bucky barely saw it coming. The shadow wrapped around his leg like a cold chain, dragging him toward the abyss.

Nimue’s silver eyes snapped open. Without hesitation, she dropped her defense, rushing to his side. Her hands plunged into the shadow’s form, fingers glowing with pure energy.

“Get off him,” she hissed.

The shadow shrieked as Nimue tore at it, unraveling the darkness with a fierce intensity Bucky had never seen before. With a final surge, the shadow dissipated into nothingness.

Bucky stared at her, breath heavy. “You saved me.”

She exhaled sharply, rubbing at the spot where her cuffs burned against her skin. “Yeah. Guess I did.”

He looked at her differently now — not as a prisoner, or a threat, but as someone who’d risked everything. The storm clouds broke slightly, a shaft of pale sunlight filtering through. Bucky offered a small, reluctant nod. “Don’t think this means I trust you.”

Nimue smirked. “I wouldn’t expect that. Yet.”

But beneath her smirk, something softer flickered. They had survived together. And for the first time, maybe that was enough.

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🧙 Doctor Stephen Strange

•He is intrigued but wary. Trains her to close minor rifts.

•Calls her “a living paradox.”

•Helps her understand the ethics of power—reminds her that restraint is also a choice.

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The air inside the Sanctum Sanctorum hummed with latent energy, bookshelves towering to impossible heights, filled with ancient tomes and artifacts pulsing with magic. Candles flickered, casting shifting shadows that seemed almost alive. Nimue Grey stood in the center of the main chamber, her arms crossed, expression unreadable as her silver eyes reflected the glowing sigils etched in the air before her.

Across from her, Doctor Stephen Strange watched carefully, his gaze sharp but patient. The man who had once been a brilliant surgeon now held the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme, tasked with guarding realities—and with training this enigmatic, powerful girl who walked the razor’s edge of the Rift.

“Focus, Nimue,” Strange said calmly, raising a hand to draw a small glowing circle between them. “Closing a minor Rift is about balance. You don’t just shut it down—you seal it, gently. The Rift is part of you, and the world. You must respect it.”

Nimue exhaled slowly, stepping forward. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, trying to mimic the delicate gestures Strange made. The glowing circle wavered, flickered, then snapped violently, sending sparks flying. Strange’s eyebrow arched, but he said nothing, only extended his hand to steady the burst of wild energy.

“A living paradox,” he muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the unstable Rift energy coiling like smoke around her fingers.

She shot him a sideways glance. “You say that like it’s a compliment.”

“It is,” Strange admitted. “You’re powerful, but reckless. You hold the potential to reshape worlds, but you fight your own nature every step of the way. That’s not a weakness—it’s what makes you unique.”

Nimue lowered her hands, letting the Rift energy dissolve safely into the floor. “I don’t want to be a weapon, Doctor.”

“Nor should you be,” Strange said, stepping closer. “Restraint is just as much a choice as power. Sometimes, the hardest battles are the ones fought within.”

For a moment, the room was quiet except for the low crackle of magical energy.

Strange reached into his cloak, pulling out an ancient, worn amulet. He handed it to Nimue, “This belonged to a sorcerer who understood the balance well. Keep it close. When you feel overwhelmed, remember: control is possible.”

Nimue turned the amulet over in her hands, her expression softening, “Thank you, Stephen.”

Strange nodded, a rare, brief smile flickering across his lips. “You’re welcome, Nimue. Now—let’s try again.”

The glow between them brightened as she raised her hands once more, determination sparking in her eyes.

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🪄 Wanda Maximoff

•They meet post-Westview. They are warily friendly, bonded by grief and cosmic responsibility.

•Wanda sees Nimue as what she might have become.

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The city stretched below, lights flickering awake like tiny stars against the darkening sky. Nimue stood at the edge of the rooftop, hands folded, her silver eyes reflecting the fading daylight.

Behind her, soft footsteps approached. Wanda Maximoff’s presence was quiet but unmistakable—a weight of loss and power carried in her every movement. Wanda paused beside Nimue, eyes thoughtful, almost haunted.

“You carry a lot,” Wanda said softly. “More than most could bear.”

Nimue glanced at her, wary but curious. “You don’t exactly look like someone who’s free of burdens either.”

Wanda smiled faintly, a sad twist of lips. “That’s true. After Westview… after everything I did—I sometimes wonder what I would have become if I’d been stronger, or if things had gone differently.”

Nimue’s gaze softened. “I know that feeling. The Rift… it changes you. It shows you things you don’t want to see, forces you to fight parts of yourself you didn’t know existed.”

Wanda nodded slowly. “Sometimes I see myself in you. Not because you’re like me… but because of what could have been. The darkness, the power, the mistakes.”

There was a fragile silence, the kind that only those who’ve shared cosmic tragedies can understand.

“I don’t want to fall like you did,” Nimue said quietly. “I want to control it—control me.”

Wanda stepped closer, eyes shining with unspoken empathy. “You’re stronger than you think. But strength isn’t about never falling. It’s about getting back up, again and again.”

Nimue allowed herself a small, genuine smile for the first time in a while, “Thank you, Wanda.”

“Anytime,” Wanda replied. “We’re both trying to find our way—different paths, but maybe the same destination.”

The wind stirred around them, carrying the city’s hum and the weight of two powerful souls seeking balance.

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🪖 Steve Rogers

•Uncomfortable around her—represents what he can’t control.

•They clash over strategy and morality, but he trusts her when it counts.

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Steve Rogers stood tall, eyes sharp as he studied the tactical display. Nimue Grey was beside him, her silver eyes calm but intense, fingers tracing faint glowing sigils in the air—portals or wards forming and fading.

“This isn’t just about brute force,” Nimue said quietly, voice steady. “We have to contain the Rift energy before it spreads. Otherwise, entire cities could be swallowed.”

Steve shook his head. “I get that, but we need a clear plan—something controllable. I don’t like relying on unpredictable powers that could backfire.”

Nimue’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And I don’t like waiting for you to make decisions that could cost lives because you refuse to take risks.”

Steve’s jaw clenched. “It’s not about fear. It’s about responsibility. Power without control is chaos. You remind me of that chaos.”

For a beat, the room felt heavy with tension. But then Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still… when it comes down to it, I trust you. More than I probably should. You’ve saved us more times than I can count.”

Nimue met his gaze, a flicker of something like respect—or maybe understanding—passing between them.

“Trust goes both ways, Captain.”

Steve gave a tight smile. “We’re both fighting to keep control… just in different ways.”

They turned back to the glowing maps, the uneasy alliance forged in mutual necessity—two very different people bound by a shared mission.

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⚙️ Tony Stark

•He’s curious about her Rift-linked powers but keeps her at arm’s length. “Walking wormhole” is one of his nicer nicknames.

•They argue like science and sorcery often do—loudly and with sarcasm.

•Eventually admits her knowledge of dimensional mechanics rivals his own. She once saved his life mid-glitch. He owes her.

⚡ Thor Odinson

•He recognizes the Rift’s power as something ancient. He treats her like a storm in human form.

•He tries to draw her out with humor and storytelling. She tolerates it more than she admits.

•They fight well together—she anchors, he strikes. He calls her “Voidweaver” with respect and flair.

🕷️ Natasha Romanoff

•Two people who’ve seen too much. Their conversations are minimal but meaningful.

•Natasha sees through Nimue’s mask—and respects her for the effort.

•They don’t say it, but there’s a quiet bond.

🕶️ Sam Wilson

•Protective of Bucky, doesn’t like what Nimue did to him.

•Over time, sees she’s trying to change. Still keeps a close eye.

•After a mission she saves them both from collapse, he finally nods and says, “Alright, Voidcaller. You’ve got my vote.”

🧠 Bruce Banner

•Bruce is fascinated by her connection to the Rift. Her existence defies known physics, and he can’t help but study her—respectfully, but intensely.

•They work together in quiet labs, running tests on Void energy and dimensional tears. There’s mutual respect, but Bruce is always a little nervous. “You’re like a gamma bomb with opinions,” he once muttered.

•He’s one of the few who helps ground her emotionally. In return, she helps him meditate—through cosmic frequency tuning and Void harmonics. Banner trusts her… but Hulk growls when she’s near.

🏹 Clint Barton

•Clint doesn’t trust magic. Especially creepy, reality-bending magic. At first, he avoids her entirely.

•Over time, he starts tossing sarcastic comments her way. She surprisingly throws them right back. He appreciates her bluntness, even if she freaks him out a little.

•One night after a mission, they quietly sit on a rooftop. She tells him how the Rift took her brother. He talks about Budapest. They don’t say much, but there’s mutual understanding—pain without drama.

😈 Enemies

HYDRA remnants: Still obsessed with capturing her to create weapons.

Dormammu: Considers her a threat to his dominion of the dark dimensions.

The Hollowed: Her multiversal counterpart who succumbed to the Void fully. This version is emotionless, surgical, and obsessed with achieving "dimensional unity" through destruction.

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Nimue stepped onto the broken stone of a ruined plaza, her boots crunching over glass and ash. The Rift pulsed faintly at her back—she had followed a signal, a tear in the dimensional web that vibrated with a disturbing familiarity. She wasn’t alone. Across the plaza stood a figure that looked like her—but wrong.

Pale skin, almost translucent. Eyes pitch-black with swirling galaxies in their depths. Her cloak floated around her like liquid shadow, weightless. No warmth, no humanity. Just purpose. “...You’re me,” Nimue whispered, already knowing the truth.

The Hollowed tilted her head slightly, voice low and devoid of emotion. “I was you. Before I evolved.”

“You let the Rift consume you,” Nimue said, anger prickling beneath her skin. “You became what I’ve spent my whole life fighting.”

“I became free,” The Hollowed replied. “Emotion is noise. Attachment is decay. I brought unity to seventeen fractured realities. I will bring it to yours.”

Nimue’s breath caught. “You destroyed them?”

The Hollowed blinked slowly. “They were inefficient. Bound by contradiction. The Void is clean. Final. Singular.”

Nimue stepped back instinctively, hand glowing with protective runes. “You’re not me. You’re a cautionary tale.”

The Hollowed took a slow step forward. “You’re still clinging to fragments. Grief. Hope. Him.”

Her eyes flashed with strange knowledge—Bucky, maybe. Or Wanda. Or something else Nimue didn’t want her to name.

“Don’t worry,” The Hollowed said calmly. “You won’t have to choose much longer.”

A portal split open behind her, shaped like a jagged wound in the air, leaking silence and starlight. Nimue’s heart pounded. This wasn’t just a threat—it was a prophecy.

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✨ Fun Facts About Nimue Grey ✨

1. 🎶 Favorite Music: Despite her mysterious and serious nature, Nimue has a secret love for old jazz and blues music — especially obscure tracks from the 1940s and 50s. She finds the imperfections and raw emotions in the music strangely comforting.

2. 🧴 Unusual Hobby: Nimue collects tiny glass bottles from every place she visits. Each bottle holds a small keepsake—a leaf, a drop of water, or a speck of soil—from that location. It’s her way of anchoring herself to the world around her.

3. 📜 Language Skills: She is fluent in several ancient and obscure languages thanks to her time in the Rift and the knowledge passed down through her mysterious lineage, including Old English, Latin, and a forgotten dialect of Celtic.

4. 🦶 Quirky Trait: She hates wearing shoes. Whenever possible, Nimue prefers to feel the earth beneath her feet, believing it keeps her grounded and connected to reality.

5. 🍵 Coffee or Tea?: Nimue is a tea person. Her favorite blend is a smoky, earthy lapsang souchong—something that reminds her of distant forests and campfires.

6. 🐈 Animal Affinity: She has a soft spot for black cats and actually once rescued a stray kitten during one of her missions. The cat now follows her everywhere, sensing the Rift’s energy and alerting her to danger.

7. 💙 Favorite Color: Deep indigo. It reminds her of twilight—the moment when day and night meet, much like the balance she tries to maintain between worlds.

8. 🎻 Hidden Talent: Nimue is surprisingly good at playing the violin. She taught herself during her time trapped in the Rift, using the haunting melodies to calm her restless mind.

9. 😨 Fear: Despite her strength, Nimue has a deep, almost paralyzing fear of losing control over her powers, especially the ability to enter or manipulate the Rift.

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💪 Strengths & 🛑 Weaknesses of Nimue Grey

💪 Strengths

Rift Manipulation: Nimue can access and control the Rift — a mysterious interdimensional space — allowing her to create portals, manipulate shadows, and harness energy from the Rift itself. This power makes her unpredictable and incredibly dangerous in combat.

Strategic Mind: Years of surviving alone in the Rift sharpened her instincts and tactical thinking. Nimue quickly adapts to new situations and plans several moves ahead.

Resilience: Mentally and physically tough, she endures pain and isolation better than most. Her time trapped in the Rift forged a strong will that rarely breaks under pressure.

Multilingual: Fluent in several ancient and obscure languages, which helps her decipher cryptic texts and communicate with mystical beings.

Stealth and Agility: Nimue moves silently and swiftly, making her an expert at infiltration and escape.

Empathy (Hidden): Beneath her guarded exterior, she’s deeply empathetic, often understanding others’ pain—even if she doesn’t show it. This gives her emotional insight in complex social situations.

🛑 Weaknesses

Power Instability: Nimue struggles to control the Rift’s volatile energy. Overuse or emotional stress can cause dangerous power surges or unintended consequences.

Trust Issues: Years of betrayal and isolation make her slow to trust others, sometimes sabotaging potential alliances or cooperation.

Isolation Tendencies: She often prefers to work alone, which can leave her vulnerable or cut off from needed help.

Physical Vulnerability: While skilled, Nimue isn’t superhumanly strong or durable. Without her powers, she can be overpowered by physically stronger opponents.

Fear of Losing Control: Her greatest fear is losing control of her powers and hurting innocent people, which can freeze her in critical moments.

Haunted by the Past: Memories of trauma—both from the Rift and her family—sometimes cloud her judgment and cause emotional turmoil.

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🕳️ Habits & Quirks

1. Shadow-Tuning:

When she’s thinking or stressed, she unconsciously manipulates tiny tendrils of Void energy around her fingers—like someone twirling hair or tapping a pen, except it's reality-fracturing darkness.

2. Sleeps with the Lights On

Not because she’s afraid of the dark—but because it’s in the dark that the Rift whispers back.

3. Obsessive Journaling

Keeps a worn leather notebook filled with scribbled void theory, strange symbols, multiversal equations, and fragments of dreams. No one else can read it—not even Strange.

4. Stargazer by Habit

Often slips away from the others to stand alone under the night sky. Says the stars “make the noise stop for a minute.”

5. Deadpan Comebacks

Has a talent for perfectly timed sarcastic one-liners—usually delivered in the middle of life-or-death chaos.

6. Tense Shoulders, Always

Even when she’s calm, her body’s coiled. Like she’s bracing for the next collapse. She rarely relaxes fully—except, maybe, around Bucky… eventually.

7. Hoarder of Lost Things

She collects broken trinkets from places she’s visited—half-burnt tarot cards, shattered watches, pieces of glass. “Every scar tells a story,” she says.

8. Talks to the Void Like It’s Alive

Sometimes whispers under her breath, especially near rifts. It’s unclear if she’s speaking to the Void—or herself.

9. Allergic to Compliments

If someone praises her, she either deflects with a joke, rolls her eyes, or changes the subject entirely. Vulnerability makes her twitchy.

10. Coffee. Black. Always.

Her idea of self-care is staring into a cup of black coffee while contemplating multiversal collapse. Bucky jokes it’s “the only thing darker than her powers.”

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🔁 STORY ARCS & CONFLICTS

TRUST THE SHADOW

Nimue Grey wasn’t exactly greeted with smiles and welcome baskets when she first stepped into the fold of the Secret Avengers. She appeared during the Switzerland breach—an incident that was already spiraling out of control, even before a cloaked woman with void-runes etched into her skin emerged from a crack in reality like she’d just walked out of a storm and hadn’t quite left it behind. Her arrival was met with silence, stares, and the low buzz of weapons being quietly primed. She didn’t flinch.

With her cloak trailing smoke and her silver eyes unreadable, she barely introduced herself before heading into battle. Her aura unsettled most of the team—something about her made people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. Wanda whispered she could feel her, like static under the skin. Sam called her “the goth fortune cookie.” Steve, ever the tactician, labeled her “unpredictable,” which in his vocabulary might as well have meant “time bomb.” That label almost became literal.

HYDRA had left behind an unstable magical core in one of their bunkers—a crystalline bomb humming with chaotic energy. “It’s going to blow,” Steve said through gritted teeth as the readings spiked. “We need to pull out, now.”

But Nimue didn’t move. She stepped forward, ignoring Steve’s order, her voice calm like snowfall. “I can take it,” she said simply.

Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Take it? You’ll die.”

“Maybe,” she replied, “but you won’t.”

Before anyone could stop her, she reached toward the bomb. Shadows peeled from her fingers, curling around the glowing core like vines. There was a blinding pulse, a sound like thunder being swallowed, and then—silence. When the light faded, she was still standing. Breathing hard. Hair tousled. Runes on her arms glowing faintly like embers. The bomb was gone. No one said anything for a long moment.

And then, of course, Steve broke the silence. “That was reckless. You could’ve taken us all with you.”

From behind him, Bucky stepped forward, eyes fixed on Nimue like he was seeing something he’d buried long ago. “She didn’t,” he said quietly. “She saved us.”

Steve didn’t back down. “We don’t need martyrs.”

“And we don’t leave our people behind,” Bucky snapped back. “She made a call.”

“Without orders.”

“Maybe the world doesn’t always wait for orders, Steve.”

That silenced the room more effectively than the explosion had. Steve’s jaw clenched. Nimue just exhaled softly and turned away. After that, the tension was undeniable. Steve kept Nimue at arm’s length. He didn’t trust her—she was too quiet, too fast to act alone, and far too powerful for anyone’s comfort. But Bucky… Bucky watched her. Not always openly, but with the kind of interest born of understanding. Haunted recognized haunted. She unnerved him, no doubt. But she also fascinated him in a way that made him lie awake longer than usual.

They weren’t friends. Not then. Not really. But something kept bringing them back to each other. Late-night strategy sessions. Silent walks between missions. Once, in the training room, they were paired together. The sparring match was silent, precise, almost balletic—until she knocked the blade from his hand and he grabbed her wrist, holding her there, breathing heavy.

She tilted her head and smirked faintly. “Afraid I’ll curse you?”

“I’m already cursed,” he muttered.

Her smile faltered for a second, like she hadn’t expected honesty. “Then maybe we’re both still alive for a reason.”

After that, rumors started—nothing serious, just quiet whispers among junior agents. About the Void-witch and the metal-armed ghost. About stolen glances and long silences. About the way she once left a folded piece of paper on Bucky’s bed. He never said what it was. He never threw it away, either.

Steve, still suspicious, wanted to bench her after the Prague mission, where she again acted off-script to close a rift threatening to swallow the city. “She’s a liability,” he said during the debrief.

“She’s saved our lives three times,” Bucky shot back.

Steve frowned. “You’re too close to this.”

Bucky’s voice dropped. “And maybe you’re not close enough.”

Nimue didn’t react to the argument. She simply stood there, fingers laced behind her back, like someone already familiar with being misunderstood. And yet, when the meeting ended, and the others filed out, she turned to Bucky. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged. “Didn’t do it for you.”

She smiled. “Of course not.”

But she looked at him for a second longer than usual. And when he walked away, she watched him go—like maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t alone after all.

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MIRRORWALKER

It began with a whisper through the rift—a flicker in the Sanctum’s mirror chamber that shouldn’t have been there. Doctor Strange had called it “a ripple in the soul thread.” Nimue just called it wrong.

At first, no one believed her. The sensors were quiet. The skies were calm. But Nimue could feel it—something familiar and hollow clawing at the edge of her consciousness like a shadow trying to get in. And one day, it did. The team was mid-mission in Montreal, investigating strange disappearances and distorted energy readings. The sky shimmered like melting glass, and that’s when she stepped through.

She looked like Nimue. Same silver eyes. Same void-touched hands. Same carved runes—but twisted. Deeper. Scarred into her skin like brands instead of born. Her cloak was ash-black, and her face held nothing—no fear, no fire. Just a hunger that scraped against reality like glass dragged over steel.

Sam had said it first, breathless and stunned: “What the hell… is that you?”

Nimue didn’t answer. She already knew. The Hollowed. A version of herself from another branch of the multiverse—one who had fully embraced the Void, let it devour her until all that remained was cold calculation and a singular purpose: dimensional unity through destruction.

She didn’t speak much. But when she did, her voice was flat and terrifyingly calm. “You resist what should be inevitable. I am here to correct that.”

The fight was brutal. Wanda, Strange, and Nimue barely held her back the first time. Her magic tore through shields like paper. She anticipated spells before they were cast. She moved like a mirror—every strike Nimue threw was countered before it landed.

“She’s not just you,” Strange said after they barely escaped with injuries and bruised pride. “She’s everything you could’ve been.”

Nimue didn’t sleep for three days after that. The Hollowed appeared again. And again. Sometimes to destroy, sometimes to watch. Like she was studying Nimue—judging her. Mocking her.

“You’re trying to be something you’re not,” the Hollowed said during a confrontation in an abandoned cathedral, light filtering through broken stained glass. “A protector? A hero? That word doesn’t fit us. You’re wasting your edge. Dull blades rust.”

“I’m not you,” Nimue hissed, but even she felt how thin that line was becoming.

She started doubting herself. Training alone in the Void Wing until her hands bled from conjuring too many rifts. Her smile—what little existed—vanished. She barely spoke to Bucky, who had taken to lingering near the Sanctum more often, pretending it was for field briefings.

One night, he found her in the Sanctum’s shadow atrium, fingers trembling, cloak unraveling like smoke.

“You’ve been gone,” he said softly.

“I’m always gone,” she replied. “You just catch me when I’m almost back.”

He sat beside her on the stone bench, his gloved hand brushing hers. “You’re not her, Nim. Don’t let her become your shadow.”

She didn’t answer. But she didn’t pull away either. It all came to a head in Prague—again—when the Hollowed began collapsing an entire pocket dimension. They fought in midair, magic crackling like thunder. The Hollowed said nothing, just moved like death itself.

“You’re fighting the inevitable,” she said at last, pinning Nimue to the ground with a blade of pure Void energy. “Why delay what you were meant to become?”

“I wasn’t meant to be anything,” Nimue growled, eyes burning, hands shaking. “I choose what I become.”

With a scream that tore the clouds, she shattered the blade and struck the Hollowed down with a burst of raw dimensional force. Not with rage. With choice. The Hollowed disintegrated in her arms, whispering as she faded: “We’ll meet again. In you.”

But it wasn’t over.

Nimue absorbed her counterpart’s power to prevent the rupture from widening—yet along with it came memories. Lifetimes. Regrets. Emptiness. She collapsed into Strange’s arms, unconscious for three days. When she awoke, Bucky was sitting beside her bed, arms crossed, head tilted back against the wall.

“You stayed,” she whispered.

“Someone had to,” he muttered. “You talk in your sleep, by the way. Said something about... ‘dimensional harmony’ and ‘someone named Kevin.’"

”She blinked, groggy. “Kevin?”

He shrugged. “Guess even cosmic horrors have office workers.”

She laughed—just a little. And he looked at her like the world hadn’t ended after all.

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COLLAPSE POINT

The HYDRA threat wasn’t just a threat anymore—it was a ticking time bomb ready to rip apart reality itself. Somewhere deep within one of their hidden labs, their reckless experiments had triggered a dimensional collapse—a ripple in the fabric of existence that grew by the second, swallowing whole city blocks and leaving nothing but silence in its wake.

The Secret Avengers assembled quickly. The usual hum of strategy and commands filled the air, but Nimue felt something else: dread. This was no ordinary mission. This was the end of everything—or the chance to save it. Doctor Strange’s voice was steady but heavy, “If we don’t seal this collapse now, Earth’s entire dimensional weave will unravel.”

Steve nodded, already issuing orders, but Nimue could see the uncertainty behind his calm exterior. She stepped forward, “I have to go inside,” she said. “The Void runs through that fold. I can close it from the inside.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered with worry. “That’s suicide.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, “but it’s a risk I have to take.”

The team didn’t like it. No one liked it. But they knew better than to argue. Nimue was their only chance.

Strange conjured a portal, a shimmering tear that led directly into the heart of the Void—a swirling, merciless dimension of shadows and broken light. Nimue squared her shoulders, her runes glowing faintly, and stepped through. Inside, reality felt liquid. The air tasted like static and memory. She was fading—her body losing form as the Void tried to absorb her into nothingness.

Back in the real world, Bucky’s hands clenched into fists. “She’s not dead,” he said fiercely. “She won’t be.”

When Nimue’s voice crackled through the comms, weak and distant, Bucky volunteered to follow her in. Sam tried to stop him.

“This isn’t a rescue mission. She’s dissolving in there.”

“I’m not leaving her,” Bucky said quietly, a ghost of his old Winter Soldier determination resurfacing.

Strange reluctantly opened a second portal. Bucky plunged into the void after her. Inside, everything was broken—the sky was a shattered mirror reflecting despair, and the ground shifted beneath his feet. He searched, calling her name.

“Nimue!”

Her form shimmered ahead, flickering in and out of sight. Her eyes were hollow, the glow of the runes fading.

“Bucky...” she whispered, voice cracking. “I’m… disappearing.”

“No,” he said, stepping closer, his voice firm, anchoring. “You’re not alone.”

They met in the swirling blackness, breathless and fragile. He reached out, fingers brushing her cheek, feeling the cold seep away beneath his touch. Their lips met, desperate and fierce, a lifeline in the void. The kiss was more than physical—it was a promise. A tether pulling her back from oblivion. Slowly, the runes flared again, stronger, brighter. The Void hissed its resistance but recoiled as Nimue’s form solidified, anchored by their connection.

When they stepped back through the portal, Nimue’s body was marked. New, intricate void runes adorned her skin—reminders of the darkness she had braved and survived. Bucky looked at her with a mixture of awe and something softer—something that had grown in the silence between battles and stolen moments.

“You came back,” he said simply.

“I came back,” she replied, a small smile breaking through the exhaustion.

And for the first time since their fractured beginning, something unspoken passed between them—a fragile hope that even in the deepest void, light could find its way.

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KEEPER OF THE VEIL

The Sanctum Sanctorum had always been a place of mystery, its ancient walls housing secrets beyond mortal comprehension. But now, a new wing existed—one known only to a select few. It was called the Void Wing, a dimension folded within the very fabric of the Sanctum, accessible only to Nimue Grey. With Doctor Strange’s guidance and the backing of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, Nimue had officially become a sanctioned guardian of Earth’s dimensional borders. It was a role no one else wanted, but one she embraced with fierce determination.

Strange had joked the first time he led her into the Void Wing, “Welcome to your new office, Nim. Quiet. Dark. Perfect for a living paradox.”

Nimue had rolled her eyes but smiled. It was an acknowledgment — small but meaningful. Her days now unfolded in a rhythm of vigilance. She monitored rift signatures flickering at the edges of reality, sealing tears before they could widen into chaos. It was lonely work, but she was no stranger to solitude.

Bucky was a constant. Despite the dangers and the unknown, he visited often—his presence a steady anchor in a world that sometimes felt too fragile. They exchanged stories, quiet conversations that filled the void between battles, their bond a fragile thread tethering Nimue to the humanity she fought to protect.

One evening, while scanning the shifting energies of a recent minor rift, Nimue caught Bucky watching her intently.

“You worry too much,” she said, not looking up from the glowing maps projected before her.

“Someone has to,” he replied, his voice soft. “And someone has to make sure you don’t burn out.”

She finally met his gaze, a spark of warmth in her silver eyes. “Burning out isn’t really an option when the whole multiverse depends on you.”

He smiled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Then we’ll just have to be the team that keeps you grounded.”

Together, they watched the shadows dance on the walls—silent sentinels guarding the fragile borders between worlds.

The threat of the Hollowed lingered always, a dark echo of what Nimue might become if she ever lost control. But with Strange’s mentorship and Bucky’s unwavering presence, she felt ready to face whatever came next. In the vastness of the Void Wing, with rifts flickering like stars and the weight of countless worlds pressing down, Nimue Grey had found her purpose—and a reason to hold on to hope.

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🎶 Nimue Grey’s Void-Tuned Playlist 🎶

1. “Strange Fruit” – Billie Holiday

2. “Blue in Green” – Miles Davis & Bill Evans

3. “House of the Rising Sun” – Nina Simone

4. “Teardrop” – Massive Attack

5. “Moonlight Sonata (1st Movement)” – Ludwig van Beethoven

6. “I Put a Spell on You” – Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

7. “Paint It, Black” – The Rolling Stones

8. “The Host of Seraphim” – Dead Can Dance

9. “Black Lake” – Björk

10. “Nara” – E.S. Posthumus

11. “Solitude” – Duke Ellington

12. “Retrograde” – James Blake

13. “Lux Aeterna” – Clint Mansell & Kronos Quartet

14. “Hurt” – Johnny Cash (Nine Inch Nails cover)

15. “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” – Bauhaus

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hope you guys like her!

Family & Friends:

Parents: John Holloway & Regina Stone

Siblings: [Unnamed]

Friends: ?

Quotes:

“We’re alcoholics, dad! There is no such thing as two drinks a day…”

“Every heartbreak, every setback, every time no one cared to listen…I sank deeper into the water.”

“I like to think people can change…the question is, will they?”

“I’m the one you can’t run away from, sweetie.”

“You know, last time I trusted SHIELD..I was tossed aside like I was nothing. Fury doesn’t care, nor does Hill.”

“I’m done trying to beat you or even be you.”

“It’s not about the amount of times you get knocked down, it’s more like…how many times you can get up.”

“I guess we’re even now.”

“Uh first question, ‘Please provide any previous experience in retail’. Does shopping count?”

“What’s on Netflix? Oh! Oh wait, seen it already. But nobody said I can’t rewatch it.”

“Uh huh, what’s that supposed to be?”

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PERSONALITY

Cassidy, or Laurel as some would call her, is someone who feels too much. She doesn’t harm others, bite back on a comment or stay quiet because she wants to. No. It’s because her mind is always twirling with one too many thoughts. She’s someone who is sarcastic and witty, however she carries a warmth and beauty within her that just makes you want to smile at times.

Not just that, Cassidy is more often than not the one person who is fiercely loyal however rather slow to trust others. So give her time. She’s flawed, but hey, who isn’t? She doesn’t always communicate her feelings and tends to distract herself or focus on others around her—even if she’s hurting underneath it all. Grieving but never truly weak, as it’s seen as a weapon or an armor in many ways.

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BACKSTORY – Origin Story 💡

Laurel Cass, legally born Cassidy Rose Laura Holloway, was a daring feather in the streets of Upstate New York. Her father was a highly deluded cop and her mother was a tired teacher for college kids. Don’t ask about her brother, he was practically the golden star when it came to action, but he was really a liar. But that was a story for another time. Yet, she still loved him. And that left little ol’ Cassidy to fool around with a dream of being a movie star like Julia Roberts in Ocean’s Eleven.

When she wasn’t dreaming of starring in a Rom-Com, she dreamt of becoming a lawyer someday or something greater.

So she tried studying to become an English teacher but took a law enforcement class on the side to fill the gap, and when she wasn’t doing that? She went to try and audition for small roles in short films or something similar. Hey, a girl can dream, can she? Even if it was a failed act. That’s how she met a certain handsome brunette that will hurt and cross her life.

Jace Moore.

He was holding auditions for a thriller short film, and Cassidy became the Gone Girl in his film. Laurel Beaumont, was the role she played. It also helped that Cassidy thought Jace was rather not bad-looking. Anyways—it was a thriller about an old theater that was burnt down unexpectedly, as Ava Shapre’s project was destroyed as it haunted the score and how her granddaughter Laurel was going to investigate what truly happened. She thought Jace’s idea was sorta dumb but it gave her a chance to act right?

Dumb was the wrong word to use after researching the topic, as she stumbled upon a theory that painted the tale of the theater. A crime written in part of the city was where the old theater was held—fights, drug deals, accidents, vigilantes on the scene and screams could be heard from different sources—it wasn’t a clean case. Cassidy was pretty sure that’s where some Young Avengers went to find folks to hide from them or something. She asked Jace to change the placement of the short film, as he scoffed and told her that it was a part of the image he was trying to create, he wanted something real. Not fake.

— — —

He got something real alright, a real dose of reality. One afternoon, heading out to see a friend post meeting with the crew at Jace’s film at the theater, Cassidy took a left turn towards that part of the city, carrying her bag close to her chest.

She saw plenty of things—stores, children running, people walking and shouting—as she heard her phone ring. One of her co-stars on the short film, Rachel, called her to inform her that Jace will be cutting some scenes and needed to re-shoot the next few, as Cassidy nodded sadly. Dream of being a movie star? More like a rough act. She might as well return back home to study instead of playing Jace.

However once Cassidy ended up the phone call, she noticed a guy walking behind her as she wiped her head around and quickly paced the other away. She gasped and took a right turn into a shoe store and breathed out as she got inside.

Cassidy hid, waited as she pretended to be looking around for heels, and peeked out in between the aisles of the store—and he’s gone.

But then, as she took a swift move out towards the exit, one of the mirrors held a note as it said “Wrong place, wrong girl. Tell your friend to stop digging or move out.”

She tugged off the note and stumbled out of the store, not noticing a black car down the street, as she called Jace to once again tell him to let the crap go. His short film wasn’t worth it, and they could move the location to somewhere different instead.

He didn’t listen, but what she didn’t know was why?

-> Truth was, Jace discovered the theater one night where it held old evidence to a fire caused by a mutant, files and unknown chemicals that were in the background—he didn’t dare touch, but he thought he could use them.

And now Cassidy was caught in the middle of it—cause two nights later, she was attacked near the theater as she landed on the ground with a bruised forehead, along with a bleeding lip. She looked up to see it was someone dressed in black, a rookie agent, until a black haired woman appeared with a monotone expression.

“Your friend is a hard student to trackdown.” Said the woman before kneeling down to face her.

“Who are you?” Replied Cassidy as she lay down on the ground. “Look, you got the wrong girl.”

“Right. Wrong girl, you’re innocent here, I bet, right? Look, your friend Jace is using damaged property that was supposed to be removed weeks ago.”

“He’s not my friend…he just hired me for his short film. I told him to move to a different location but he didn’t listen.”

“The insane ones never do.”

“...who are you?”

“Agent Hill. Now you’re gonna help me, remove Jace from this with or without force, that’s your call.”

Cassidy paused and sat up, “Hold on, before I say yes or no to any of this, why am I involved? What does Jace have on you guys?”

“He’s a member of the Rising Tide.” Hill explained with a sigh knowing she had no choice but to lead her on, “This short film, the old theater he is using for this? It contained evidence of an accident that happened weeks ago. And if that film gets made…”

“...he’ll expose the incident to a film fest that’s happening this summer..the question is, why me?”

“Because you're the closest we got to this case. And I'm pretty sure Jace isn’t using you right over there, correct?”

“I..yeah.”

Maria Hill did what any trained agent did best, she convinced Cassidy in a heartbeat to do this job for her. It was rather easy, despite the fact that the young girl kept questioning her motives, because she looked like a rather naive soul who needed some renforcement in her life. So it was settled.

— — —

Half an hour later, Cassidy headed inside the theater with a gun in her pocket—she knew how to use one due to her father but never cared one around until now. Hill handed it to her—a bit beaten and bruised seeing Jace there, scrolling through his phone.

Jace’s laptop was open with a USB hanging there on the table. He smiled seeing her then dropped the expression seeing her bruised cheek as Cassidy shrugs it off, telling him she got hurt.

He sighed as he nodded, “Look, Dede-”

“Cassidy.” She corrected him.

“Right, Cassidy, sorry. I think this bruised look is a blessing in disguise, you don’t need to go into makeup for tonight’s scene.”

“What?”

“Well there’s a part in the film, your character Laurel gets hurt while discovering the evidence in the theater. And look at you! You look bruised and a bit dirty, but hey it works.”

Cassidy was ready to shoot him by just that statement alone. She took a breath and crossed her arms before saying, “I think you should cancel the film.”

“Dede, we talked about this already. It’s not happening.” Jace replied in an annoyed tone and scoffed, “If you don’t want the role, then fine. Leave. But you’ll miss your shot and not see the amazing discovery you get to find.”

“I think I see enough of this discovery, Jace. You do realize that this place is a mess, right? Your whole film is a mess!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down, Dede-”

“Cassidy! Or for your amusement, it’s Laurel. And I think I should get in character.”

Jace was about to say something to her, but then he saw Cassidy pull out a gun and pointed it towards his computer. His eyes widened and shouted for her to be reasonable here, that she was just upset and needed to calm down. Cassidy shouted back how she didn’t care, as she shot the laptop a few times, destroying it. Jace grabbed the USB and ran snatching up his jacket, as he shoved her off to the side. Cassidy ran after them, before raising the gun in front of him.

“Dede—Cassidy!” Jace shouted, looking at her with his grip on the USB, “Put the damn gun down!”

“No.” Cassidy said as started waving the gun up and down in his direction, “You’re abusing this whole situation, Jace and marked all of us. And you didn’t listen.”

“Wh-what are you gonna do? Kill me? You’ll have blood on your hands.”

“Say the guy who is hiding something from the whole crew? You’re ready to expose everything, and have us be a part of the damage. I’m not gonna stand for it.”

Jace looked at her up and down, not knowing what came over her. Yes, he was hiding the discovery he made and the reason behind this whole short film, but if it meant the world knew about the crap that happened these past few years—heroes, vigilantes, mutants and others—then so be it.

The question was, how the hell did Cassidy know about this? Did she snoop around after hours?

“Who told you?” Jace questioned her with a glare stepping forward, “Mhm, how did you..?”

“That’s not important.” Cassidy said, trying to keep herself steady here, “Now drop the USB or you’ll regret it.”

“You don’t have the guts to shoot me. You’re just some crappy student with no backbone to really wound me.”

Cassidy narrowed her eyes and huffed at his words. They hit her, cause he was right. In the past few weeks that she knew Jace, he could tell her she was just a feather in the streets moving along with her own fantasies of being a star. It took her this long to fight back! She was done taking crap from him, she was done waiting and she was done with his stupid face.

Without a second later, Cassidy aimed right below his ribs as Jace stumbled back dropping the USB. He groaned and gasped, then saw Cassidy shoot the USB as well.

That’s finally when a few SHIELD agents scurried into the room, along with Maria Hill, to handle the rest of the damage. Hill lowered Cassidy’s hands that held the gun and carefully removed it from her grasp, allowing the young girl to take a breather. Hill nodded with a hint of a smile, she was impressed.

“Laurel huh?” Maria asked, raising an eyebrow with a soft smile, almost teasing her.

Cassidy shrugged and sighed before replying, “It was my character’s name.”

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SHIELD’S BEGINNINGS & CASSIDY’S ENDING ⚔️

Less than a few weeks later, Cassidy was given an offer for SHIELD. Mainly, Hill slipped her card under the door, in hopes she’ll join them. Cassidy thought Maria was nuts, she was a young student studying to be an English teacher, as Maria countered that she was also the same young student who took charge and shot somebody below the ribs. Cassidy scoffed—she didn’t know the first thing about fighting or combat or field crap, but Maria countered how she did know how to act, how to communicate and how to not waste any time.

Maria told her to give it a try. They already cleaned up the mess, erased any lasting records from Jace’s fingerprints, and last time she checked? Laurel Cass—Beaumont, was a role she could take on. Maria Hill’s email and card taunts Cassidy for what felt like weeks—it was really days but still—as she is reminded of what she did. How she shot a man in cold blood, but he was the young man who taunted her, played her and made her into taking those actions. Jace was gonna use her for his own work and expose what he found in his short film to thousands of people, as she took the role he made and turned it on its head.

Cassidy sighed softly awake at 2am, taking a sip of water and scrolling though Netflix, then groaned. She grabbed her phone as she quickly dialed the number on the card and just said, “…Is that offer still open?”

She wasn’t given the natural SHIELD Academy treatment–the interviews, paperwork, tests and everyday classes–instead they gave her classes, training, viewing time, and an SO. They put her in The Academy Of Communications, and on occasions The Academy Of Operations. It wasn’t so bad. She’ll admit that.

Her combat training meant she was also given a weapon of choice, Hill gave her the gun, so she didn’t have much choice. But eventually, after a stubborn agent, we won’t name who, saw her swiftly moving around a bo staff? It was clear—her weapons would be not just a gun, but a thick bo staff, as she would knock someone off their feet.

And missions? Whether she’s the eyes in the van or the one in the field, she’s becoming part of the machine. Useful. Capable. Like she matters. She did stumble and fall, she wouldn’t lie. Literally or metaphorically, leading her to cry a bit in silence, before pushing it down to focus. Hiding behind it, using her range as a way to communicate if allowed.

Sometimes she will be the person in the room who feels too much. Other times, it felt like she was always performing now. Laurel or Cassidy? Maybe a mix of both? We won’t ever know. Like a bird changing shape.

There were missions where she has been crossed and given the short end of the stick, not always winning. Once a large piece of cement fell onto her front as she screamed for help with tears welling up in her eyes. She wasn’t perfect. She wasn't as clean-cut as the other agents. No. It wasn’t the case with her. But she survived. Because her teammates pulled her out, and she’d do the same for them. She has done the same for them. Fire, bullets, rage—it didn’t matter.

But she never quit.

One afternoon was different from all the others. It was the middle of April. Cassidy—Laurel, she was in the gym with the speakers on, to hype herself up a bit as she swung around her bo staff. It was like she was doing a little dance, as she spun and kicked. When suddenly an agent, a veteran one, entered the room.

“Your stance is too wide.” He said, sitting down on the bench.

“Oh? Uh, thanks.” She replied with a sigh.

“That spin with the bo staff though? That was clean. Real clean.”

She looked down with a soft smile, letting out a quiet chuckle. She took the complement.

“You know something, eh?” She said looking up at him.

“Richard.” He replied, giving her his name and stepped closer, with a kind smile.

“Mhm, Richard. You know something, Richard? I um…i wanna show them and maybe myself too?..that i’m still strong..does that make sense?”

“Then show me.”

And she did. Twirls, strikes and blocks. She wasn’t flawless but she had a quiet force, fierce to her. Richard mentally gave her the nickname “Lark”, as in Bird Always Come Back. Some called her “Wren” because she had resilience.

—/—/—

WINGS LOCKED DOWN 🗝️

She should’ve known. Laurel should’ve known. Her and her team should’ve known, it was a set up. The files were wiped. There was smoke in the air, screams within the building, running coming from both ends. It felt like a blur, like her memory was in gaps. However, she remembers that she broke orders to save the family, the little boy, and his mother. But the father died bleeding out.

Now she was painted as reckless.

But all they saw were her shaking hands as she picked at the skin of her knuckles, slight twitch and her forehead stained by her own blood. She’s bruised, cut, eyes wild with confusion, and everything about her body says that she’s tired.

Here Laurel sat in a bleak chilling room with her wrists cuffed, as a chain swung keeping her together. When she closed her eyes, she could still smell the smoke.

—/—/—

The Mission? Operation: VEILFALL. Retrieve a flash drive containing encrypted Hydra intel from a safehouse embedded inside a supposedly "neutral" tech facility. It's supposed to be an in and out intel extraction mission.

The truth? It wasn’t neutral. The mission was never intel—it was bait. The family Laurel saves? Civilians. Innocent, yes. The family—Simon, Polly, and Noah—are supposed to be erased. Quietly. No questions.

Who’s responsible? Well SHIELD would find out weeks later, it was one of their very own. Rogue SHIELD cell, hiding under the radar and cleaning up internal corruption. ORACLE-9. They fed Maria Hill false intel using a manipulated informant she trusted—someone with high clearance and no red flags. Hill okayed the mission believing it was real. She thought she was striking at dormant Hydra tech. Instead, she signed off on a civilian slaughter.

However, like we said, Hill wouldn’t know that or any of this, until much later. Much, much later when Laurel left…

As for Simion? He wasn’t tied to Hydra or SHIELD directly. He was a security engineer who found evidence of large-scale fund siphoning within his company—a shell corporation used by SHIELD as a front.

The money was being funneled into black ops—dirty deals, bio-weapons, surveillance of civilians. Simon thought, "If I leak this, maybe the world will finally see what the powerful do to the powerless."

The thing was, he didn't realize how deep the rabbit hole went.

Polly & Noah? Innocents. He didn’t tell them. He wanted to protect them. But now they’re caught in the fallout. Great…

Laurel doesn’t remember much, sadly. Chaos. Smoke. Screams. Her own breath caught in her throat. The building’s being cleared—by her own team. It was disarming, anyone would’ve lost their footing. She saw the boy, Noah, only 6 years old, hiding under a desk with a toy, a plush lion, as tears streamed down his face. The mother, Polly, screams through the hall. Trapped behind debris.

As for Simion? He was hit. Bleeding out, as he gestured towards his son. Something in Laurel breaks—she ignores her comms and runs in the direction of the family. She calls out for her team to grab the mother as she scoops up the 6 year old. One of the members accidentally left the drive. They disobeyed orders. She disobeyed orders.

On SHIELD footage: Laurel looks insane. Blood on her fingers. Twitching. Disobeying orders. Screaming. The mission is declared a failure. Files wiped. The plush lion? Tossed aside by someone for evidence.

In other words? They screwed up…

One of the team members, Kai, blamed her and the others. He said she chose ‘sentiment over survival.’

Marlene whispered, ‘You did the right thing.’ as Eve grabbed her hand while they waited for debrief.

—/—/—

Hill stormed into the room, bringing Laurel out of her thoughts. She was sure Fury was watching behind the glass, stone-faced, not yet knowing what to do with her.

Maria Hill, the woman who suggested she joined SHIELD in the first place and who secretly saw her as a “pretty bird”, went on a full rant. Everything she did wrong, and only some of what she did right. It was like Laurel wasn’t allowed to speak. Every damn time she spoke up, to defend herself, Hill snapped back.

Laurel’s words didn’t help her case either—they were seen as jumbled, incoherent, because she’s tired. Hill was too damn stubborn and angry to see that. Her guard was up, her voice was cold and her tone was deep. She didn’t see that Laurel failed the mission, yes—but she saved someone in the process. Even if she did break her orders to do so.

“I saved a life, Maria! He was 6!” Laurel shouted at the woman, her cuffed wrist resting on the table, “Shouldn’t that count for something?”

“That wasn’t your call to make!” Maria shouted, with a tint of coldness in her voice.

“What was I supposed to do?! Leave him alone to die? His mother was looking for him!”

“Yes! Yes, Laurel. Simon and his family weren’t supposed to see any of this. Don’t you get it?! Look at yourself!”

Hill didn’t dare to speak her real name, like a forgotten feather in the wind, forgetting who she originally hired. They went back and forth. Both women were standing across from each other, neither stood down. It got to a point, where Laurel only nodded as Maria continued. From how her behavior has been, her reckless form and her actions. How one of the members left the drive, instead of destroying it and now they had to bring in a clean up crew.

“I screwed up, I know..” Was all Laurel could say.

“You had one job, Agent Beaumont.” Hill replied before turning to leave.

Laurel screamed and cried out for Hill to have a heart, to understand where she was coming from. But the moment the door shut with a hard clung, Laurel practically lost balance in her footing. There was so much silence as her breathing became hard and her vision was blurry as she stared at the door, almost unable to believe what just happened. In a quick flash, she ran—banging her cuffed fist against the door as she cried.

“NO WAIT! I–I’m sorry! Hill, come back!” Laurel screamed as her voice cracked, “Please!”

Like a caged bird that’s finally realized: the cage wasn’t broken. The whole system is. She collapses down the door. Her fists slide down with her. Her knees hit the ground as she sobbed. Her mumbled, whispers asking for anybody to let her out.

Cassidy ended. Laurel was…she didn’t even know now.

—/—/—/—

THE SCREAM INSIDE —📞

Hours went by as Laurel—Cassidy—screwed it, Laurel, what’s the point?—Laurel was stuck inside the room. She sat in the chair cross legged, sipping the water she was given by some rookie, as she stared at the walls. The only thing she could do was pick at her skin, and talk to herself as she chuckled dryly. She sniffled quietly as she sighed, trying to hide the screams inside.

She could only think about what Fury, Hill and the others could be saying about her. Whispers in the hallway and footsteps could be heard.

Suddenly, footsteps grew louder as the doorknob jingled. She looked up expecting for it to be Hill ready to shout at her again and one of her fellow agents. Or worse, the small handful of teammates who blamed her. But to her surprise, it was none of the above.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall asian man who had lovely hair and a semi-slim build who walked in. His eyes were piercing yet still somehow softened.

She sniffled, “Wh-who are you?”

“Ji-Hoon.” He replied with a kind expression that seemed rare and walked over, “Before i do anything, were you responsible for the mission?”

“I guess, yeah…it was my fault..i failed..”

“But you saved someone, right?”

“Yeah, a mother and child..wh-why are you helping me? Did Hill send you?”

Ji-Hoon shook his head with a sigh, “No. Not even close. But one of my friends was on the same mission and had the footage looked over by someone. And I figured you're mistaken here.”

“Hill and Fury don’t think so.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper and sniffled some more, “I screwed up…”

“Yes and no. Look I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, but you did something right. You saved someone, that’s all we can do. And if Hill can’t see that? Then her loss.”

Laurel gave him a weak yet brief half smile, but before she could thank him—his hands appeared different. Her eyes widened as he grabbed the chain from her cuffs, freezing to ice as the metal broke off. She gasped but she wasn’t given much time to ask any questions, as Ji-Hoon grabbed her by the arm and had them make a break for it.

Midway across the hallway and onto the second floor, Laurel shouted for him to stop as Ji-Hoon raised an eyebrow at her sudden exclamation. But her eyes were trained on the room behind the door, full with evidence, Ji-Hoon was confused, until he saw the exact direction she was looking up.

A plush lion.

He asked her what the whole ordeal with the stuffed animal as she sneaked inside to take. She looked over her shoulder saying how it's a reminder of what she did right. She shielded a six year old boy from seeing his father’s full death in front of his very own eyes.

That’s when Ji-Hoon gave her an actual smile. What she said was something he could respect and admire.

She might’ve screwed up in other terms, but with that? She did right.

Afterwards, the two ran out together of the Evidence Room and into the elevator as they exited the SHIELD building. The whole time Laurel’s eyes were trained on the stuffed lion and the flashes of the mission she did remember, and one thing she knew was clear.

A full mission with screams, explosions and backtalk wasn’t in her cards at the moment. She didn’t mind if she drowned herself in sorrow for a while, she knew once she got back out there—she'd stay away from SHIELD.

Instead, she’ll roam the streets and look out for the little guy—the woman and children who needed someone to take a hit for them.

—/—/—/—

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Yes, the next few weeks were rough for her. Hell, she drank, ate and sank down into the deep water of her bathtub with a sigh. She barely trained and stayed in the apartment SHIELD once gave her, eating whatever she could find—even staying up late watching Netflix as she ate ice cream. She’ll even get phone calls and emails from Hill. About what? She doesn’t know or care. She didn’t answer the calls from her damn rookie agents who were made to try and get in contact with her.

By the sound of this, you would think she just ended a relationship, or at least taking a break from an old boyfriend, right? It’s odd how some scenarios are very similar.

Sometimes she’ll cry a little or scream into a pillow. But her gaze will oftentimes fall onto the stuffed lion that once belonged to that young boy, Noah, and smile teary at it.

One night, she was laying down in the silence of her apartment watching an episode of Home Improvement, as she gave a half smile or chuckle—when she heard a bunch of noise outside. She pressed pause on the episode, shutting off the light and looked in between the blinds to see someone getting robbed. Hell, even harmed.

She blinked and watched in hesitation of calling the cops—but after one look towards her closest as she thought otherwise.

The thug was running in between the sidewalk and the street before jumping over a chained fence—trying to break into a car, as young women screamed. He held his grip to her bag. He shouted at her as he held back a throaty cackle but once he turned around? He was met with a sudden hit to the head, causing him to stumble backwards. He grunted and groaned, regaining his balance before looking around. The young lady who screamed from before wasn’t there.

Said thug was met with a silhouette of a woman dressed in a black leather and a domino mask, carrying a bo staff. His eyes narrowed and slightly women, before cracking a joke about it not being Halloween—even saying how she didn’t even look like one of those stupid Young Avengers kids.

The woman in black just cracked a half smile and glanced over as she was chatting with someone, as if to say, ‘Is this guy serious, right now?’. She carefully jumped down from the hood of the car, and whacked him with her bo staff. He fought back and he was good, she’ll give him back—but after a few more hits he was done.

He was on the ground, leaning against the car trying to stand up, a hand under his jaw. He coughed and grunted before looking up at her.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, meeting her gaze with a sore expression.

She gave him a half smirk, “I’m the one you can’t run away from.”

Before he could say another word—she twirled her bo staff and whacked him once more. She picked up the said bag he was holding previously, as the women in black looked around to see a few feet away stood the young lady. The young lady—she was actually a teen girl with light blonde hair that was lifted into a ponytail, a teal coat and skirt—shyly smiled.

“Here you go, sweetie.” The woman in black said with a gentle smile, as she handed her the bag.

The teen girl took the bag and replied, “Thank you. He was so fast and well…”

“It’s okay, just be lucky I was here to get him. If you have your phone, it would be helpful to call the cops.”

The girl nodded, pulling out her iphone to call someone and said, “My cousin’s a cop. He’ll be here soon.”

The woman in black nodded, carrying her bo staff kindly.

“Hey, Henry.” The blonde teen said over the phone. “Yeah, I need you to come over here. I’m okay! Some thug needs to be taken to a cell block…okay bye.” Then she hung over, before adding, “He’s coming, and thank you once again. Really.”

The woman in black smiled kindly before replying, “No problem…?”

“Oh! Gwen. Gwen Stacy.” She replied quickly with an awkward chuckle, “What do they call you?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Before either one of them could say a single word, the sound of sirens and the bright flashing lights could be seen—The women in black smiled telling Gwen to take care before rushing off into the streets and onto the rooftop.

Gwen watched and smiled, as she looked over her shoulder to see her cousin Henry Stacy rushing over. He asked who was that as Gwen replied that she appeared to be someone good.

— — —

We cut to the woman in black returning the apartment she left, closing the window behind her and removing the domino mask. Her gaze fell onto the stuffed lion and then the mirror in the hallway, as her reflection revealed it to be Laurel.

Maybe she was still her original name Cassidy underneath it all? Or maybe she was someone new? That she will never know.

All she knew was that it felt good. And for the first time in a while? She smiled.

—/—/—

SKILLS & ABILITIES — 📌

Hand-To-Hand-Combat - Thanks To SHIELD

Bo Staff & Guns (+ Plus Other Weapons If Needed)

Undercover - Acting

Costume Design - She Fixes Her Suit

Studious Background - She’s Still Young & Sometimes Shadowing Something Helps

BONUS - Wail Necklace - It Was A SHIELD Prototype She Borrowed Once For A Mission

FUN FACT & HABITS — 🔭

Skin Picking: When she’s nervous, anxious or feeling odd? Laurel would starts directing her attention to her skill. But it sometimes leads to her bleeding or cuts, she’ll accidentally create herself

Dying Her Hair: With the age and acts she’s taken over the years, Laurel has dyed her hair a few times. Black, Brown, Blonde, Pink, Purple & Even Orange (it was semi-permanente!)

Eating In Front Of A TV: Yes, she knows it’s a bad habit and you should eat at the table. But she has been used to eating in front of the TV since she was a child–breakfast, lunch & dinner–no shame, sometimes.

Adjusting Her Clothes: Laurel has a tendency to fiddle with shirts, gloves, masks, and the rest of her outfits—either out of habit because she needs to be comfortable or she’s scared something might look off. She would rather not have someone call her out later.

Drinking: She isn’t a huge drinker, she never was once. But ever since college and SHIELD, she’ll feel like she’s floating or drowning—so a couple of drinks during the week could calm her down. And hey, if it’s not drinking, which she tries to stay away from nowadays, she’s getting junk food!

Bilingual: Because of SHIELD, and her mother mainly being a teacher, she picked up some Italian words. Even some Spanish too—the basics!

Knack For Nails: Because she never went out much as a teenager, after an accident, Laurel–Cassidy at the time–stayed home. In response, she got pretty freaking good at painting her nails and making designs.

Not An Animal Lover: Maybe it was because of how she grew up or her mental health, but when it came to pets she wasn’t exactly the biggest fan. Yeah, sure she finds puppies to be cute! Who doesn’t? But would she want a dog or cat in her apartment? No.

Cautious Heart: Laurel has always been an open person when it came to love, but in junior year, she fell in love with her high school crush. And it didn’t end well. After two years of dating, a week before her birthday, she found out he was going out with her best friend at the time, for months. Neither one of them hinted at it. So now when it comes to love, she’s cautious.

Hip Hop/Pop/Soft Rock Fan: When it comes to music, she very much loves it! If she needs to feel something, she’ll listen to Olivia Rodgrio, Avril Levngine, One Republic, QUEEN and Taylor Swift. If she needs something to make her dance you best believe she’s putting on ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ , Destiny's Child and so much more. If she just wants to sing along and imagine? Then Coldplay.

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HER PLAYLIST — 🎧

Bird Set Free - SIA

Looking Too Closely - FINK

Don’t You Worry Child - (Cover) SAM TUSI, KHS

The Scientist - COLDPLAY

Who’s Afraid Of Little Ol’ Me? - TAYLOR SWIFT

Like I’m Gonna Lose You - (Cover) JASMINE THOMPSON

Elastic Heart - SIA

Run This Town - RIHANNA, KANYE, JAY-Z

I Found - AMBER RUN

Leave A Light On - TOM WALKER

Survivor - (Cover) 2WEI

Prom Queen - MOLLY KATE KESTNERS

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AND WE’RE DONE ✔️ FOR NOW!! I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE HER 🥰

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— Family & Friends

Father: Asher Robin

Mother: Blaire Robin

Siblings: 0

Husband: David Nolan/Prince Charming

Children: Chris Nolan/Prince Christoper Robin & Meredith R. Nolan/Princess June

Friendships: Snow White (Mary Margaret), Prince Robert (Charming OC/Snow’s husband/Luke Miller)

Other Friends: Jiminy Cricket (Archie), Cinderella (Ashley Boyd), The Huntsman (Graham), Evil Queen (Regina Mills), Red (Ruby Lucas) etc

Adopted Niece: Emma Swan

Grandson/Surrogate Nephew: Henry Mills

The Rest Of The Cast

First Appearance: Season 1 Episode 4 – The Price Of Gold

Season Appearance In Order: 1-6

Face Claim: Elizabeth Olsen

Occupation During Season 1 Curse: Nurse at Storybrooke Hospital

Romance Status: She has crushes come and go, even though none never stuck. Currently -> David Nolan/Prince Charming 💘

—\—\—

The Titles She Taken On: Princess Honey, Pirate/First Lieutenant , Mother Goose, Goldilocks

Her Most Notable Role: Winnie The Pooh 🍯

Growing up, her father was a man of the sea and her mother a woman of the land. But they always had the shore to guide them as a common guard. She didn’t go out much and oftentimes standard inside, sitting down as she sewed items or crafted beautiful paintings. However her mother said she had a way with animals, such as the bears, and always saw the beauty though the lakes she visited.

One vacation, during the early fall, her father took them to a lovely forest in the woods where she saw a darling swan and a man who was feeding it. She shyly asked the old man what was the swan’s name and the man said ‘Pooh’. In which, Winnie remarked in a silly confused tone, “Who?” as the old man rolled his eyes and chuckled at the poor girl’s statement.

Her being tied to animals and the environment often gives her an empathy with creatures, people and situations. Giving a sense of calm, but don’t underestimate that gentleness and calmness, because Winnie always carried a sense of determination, creativity and stubbornness wherever she goes. Even if she might be clueless or not quite understanding of everything, like her head has been stuck in the clouds for years and someone has to bring her back down to earth.

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🦋 — Personality

She’s kind, a bit clumsy yet very determined, playful and stubborn. Not just that, she has a whimsical, almost magical aura to her once you look at her. Like a soft warm blanket and a fierceness you can’t quite describe. It’s probably why some sailors tend to call her ‘angel eyes’ or ‘star’ due to the sparkle they bring. It makes her truly empathetic towards others. However, Winnie is considered slow-witted at times, easily distracted by food, and very helpful. So despite those lower quartiles, she is the kind of person you’ll want by your side.

But there is also a temper involved, if she doesn’t like you, or not fond of you in general? Then you might as well know your place, or you’ll get a piercing look that can make you squirm, or even shiver. Some might not be intimidated or care when she does, while others do. Due to her very feminine and gentle status, you often will underestimate Winnie for what she says or does, but if you end up on her list? It will take a lot of effort to get off it. Unlike some people, she will not often showcase, but like i said, by her body language, it’s pretty obvious.

Abilities/Skills: A crossbow. Hey, she was raised by a father who grew up near the sea, he gave his daughter one and she just rolled with it. Oh! Did I mention she sorta knows how to use an axe? Again, she had a father who cut firewood as well. She doesn’t do a good job, but she’ll try!

Non-Relations: Dr. Whale cuz she finds him annoying and creepy, and Rumple is well…Rumple. Regina used to be on this list, but after some time well spent and her development she was redeemed in Winnie’s eyes. Originally she took kindly to Blue Fairy, but some days, she finds her a bit loof and well, odd. There are a few more on this list I won’t mention cause of spoilers!

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— BACKSTORY FOR WINNIE 🍯🏹🎀

Winnifred Robin was born to Asher and Blaire Robin, a former sailor and a farmer's daughter, sea and shore. They met, fell in love and had her. Growing up, Winnie always had a special eye for creativity and passion, oftentimes sewing, painting and making things around the house. Blaire Robin, always encouraged her creativity, wild spirit and curiosity for things, even if her daughter oftentime ended up not understanding things or straight up confused.

Blaire was a woman who grew up on a farm, near flowers and the market, with not much to do, so being free to do things such as baking or crafting became her strongpoint. In which, she taught her daughter who to do, knowing that those will be nice skills to have.

However her mother said she had a way with animals, such as the bears, and always saw the beauty in their presence though the lakes she visited.

A softness in her eyes that couldn’t be reached without a little love, and of course, a hardened expression underscored by her father’s affection towards her. Being a man of the sea, Asher Robin, always knew that survival was appropriate to everyone who had been around him.

Yes, he was caring, stoic and generous enough with everybody he met. But he was also respectful and roughly honest, carrying a tough exterior over his persona—meaning, he taught his daughter to use a weapon to defend herself and others around her.

At the crisp age of 15, Asher set up a painted target on the tree along with a table filled with bows and a wooden crossbow. He practiced a few shots and told his daughter to do so.

“But Papa, I don't want to.” Young Winnie cried out softly in a soft whine, dressed in her soft rosy pink skirt and the flower tucked behind her ear.

Blaire looked up from her book and said, “Asher, darling, let the poor girl enjoy herself in the garden or something.”

Her mother really just knew that she wanted to go hang out with her friend, David, and his family’s small yet nice farm filled with sheep. Plus his lucky dog.

Asher, however, looked over his shoulder towards his wife and sternly said, “She has to learn, Blaire. She has to learn.”

Little did Winnifred know that in a few years time, she would be using that crossbow almost every other week.

As we flashforward to her being on the cusp of 24 years old, returning from a short hunt in the market to David’s house with his beloved’s horse in bound grinning as David returned the charming grin with a wink. David wrapped an arm around her and gently led her into the house afterwards where their mothers sat drinking as the framed painting of her late father Asher Robin hung on the wall.

Asher Robin died a few years prior due to a shipwreck leaving his wife and child in the care of the Nolan’s for support. And thankfully, Ruth Nolan, and her beloved son, David, gladly took the two under their wings.

Yes, the four of them were poor, but love, bravery and pride were the few things they could afford. Once every few days, one of the four would head out to hunt down some food in the market as the others stayed home. Last week, it was David’s turn.

Despite the deep somberness and such that hung in the air, the small found-family was happy. Even if Ruth always tried as the years came to encourage her son to marry someone, as David will remind her that if and when he marries, it will be made by his own choice. Upon who he decides to fall in love with, meanwhile Winnie would chuckled kindly at the statement.

However every time either one of their mothers mentioned the idea of romance, their gaze always fell upon one another. Yes, it was true, Winnifred Robin, had a crush on her childhood friend, but she never once had the full courage to say it out loud. But it was obvious to her mother, Blaire, that she did. And honestly? Deep dive, David knew it too and had the same amount of feelings for his darling friend, he just wasn’t sure when was the right time to tell her.

However, that day would come for both of them to say so.

As among the years, the two friends would sadly drift apart, not by choice but by force. Once David made the silent deal to remain under the false persona of a prince for the kingdom and the king, he had no other choice but to move away and never visit the farm again. The king told him, if he refused the deal to play the role of his son James, he would kill everything he loved dear. Meaning his mother, his mother-figure Blaire…and his dear beloved Winnie. And the farm with it…

But before he left, he pulled Winnie into a bone crushing embrace as the two stayed within each other’s arms for what felt like entirely. In a fleeting moment, Winnie cupped his cheek and pressed a soft tender kiss among his face, in which David returned quietly before letting their fingers escape their touch. That was the last Winnie saw of him for a while…

With that, Winnie went on to her own duties, not just living among the farm with her mother and Ruth but practicing her skills. Winnie took her father’s words to heart, that she needed to learn and with a somber breath she lifted up her father’s treasured crossbow before shoving an arrow into its socket and pulled the trigger as her tears fell.

If Winnifred wasn’t practicing her aim, she was crafting and heading to the forest into town to sell, in hopes to make more money.

The king was providing the family with prized items and some wealth, due to David’s deal to stay away, but Blaire still told Winnifred that she had to head out that door and explore.

Put her soft skills to good eyes, and remain that kind yet driven girl who had her head in the clouds. Winnie was very stubborn to do so, rather stay in her bubble and never escape further down the path. But underneath that stubbornness held a fear to end up lost and not be found.

So without a chance to protest, Blaire Robin sent her daughter out to wander among the woods, make new friends and craft new ideas along the way. And honestly? If Blaire never sent her sweet daughter out that door, her child will not have the life she has now, just waiting to be explored.

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— LOVE IN THE WOODS 💌

Out into the world, Winnifred went, and oh boy how far did she go! In the short months, Winnifred Robin did not fully come to a stop and further down the path. She even went on to meet a couple of friends–an owl, bears and a few other characters. Well it was an accident, because she was stumbling in the woods and needed a place to rest for the night. That's when the baby Kangaroo named–well Roo, saw her and shyly crawled towards Winnie, taking interest in her soft warm scarf. She smiled at the boy. She saw a few other characters as she wandered into the woods, with Roo by her side, as he introduced him to his mother, Kanga. Then there was Owl, and Rabbit.

Winnie entered The Hundred Acre Woods. In other words, the place she’ll come to find a sense of warmth, comfort and some peace as the years go on. Among other things.

Back in The Enchanted Forest, when she wasn’t there in The Woods, decided to work at Tarven after stumbling among the ships at sea down by the west borders of The Kingdom, in which she served plenty of men and women, giving them guidance and a smile as they entered. The sailors who entered the Tavern and received that soft grin after she served them a drink, called her ‘Star’ as her eyes dazzled like the stars in the skies at the highest form of night.

However, one night changed everything. In the middle of serving the Tavern with the other waitresses there, a certain blonde hair beauty with shining blue eyes and a charming smile walked in. David Nolan returned back into her life. His hair was shorter, his clothes were different and a sword hung by the side of his waist—but he was still David underneath The Prince.

And oh boy, damn was he charming! He sat down at the table as Winnie served him a drink, he noticed her glance and held her hand motioning her to sit down beside him. She hid her soft blush and rolled her eyes as she did and he chuckled cheekily still in awe with the same woman he fell for all that time ago.

The two spend the night talking in the corner of The Tavern–on how David escaped King Geroge’s guards for the whole week, on how Winnie found a new part of the forest, on how they both met Snow & Robert in their own separate ways, on how their mothers are still gushing about them, and so much more–while sharing drinks and a few snacks. They intertwined their fingers, playing a small thumb war as they did.

So as one could imagine, that one night became a week full of making up for lost time as the two walked along the shore underneath the moonlight, stay up late to watch the sunshines as they went to the market in the morning together to shop, racing away from trolls and guards, among many things.

At some point, Winnie snuck David into The Hundred Acre Woods, to get away from it all for a while that very Sunday before he had to return. In which, David’s eyes double in size and curiosity on how his love found such a lovely nook hidden within The Enchanted Forest as she just shrugged smiling. Sooner or later, David found himself sitting on a log watching the hills that engulfed the woods with glimpses of the places in between, before letting out a deep sigh.

He noticed Winnie sat down beside him as he took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. There was one thing he hasn’t told Winnie yet this whole trip. He was to marry Princess Abigail, King Midas daughter and Prince Robert’s newfound friend, he didn’t want to but he felt like he had no choice. What felt worse was that Abigail didn’t feel like she wanted to marry him either.

“I’m lost, Pooh.” David said, using one of the oldest that belongs to her nicknames he heard before.

Winnie looked up at him when he said the nickname and replied, “But you found me, did you?”

“I did, didn’t I? I just..I wanna make it right.”

“And you will.”

“Pff, how?”

“Have you talked to Princess Abigail? See if you can come to an agreement and figure something out.”

David pondered her idea, forgetting how wise and insight she can be, before nodding. He smiled at her and without a second later, cupped her chin as he pressed his lips against her very own. Winnie silently gasped before inhaling and returned the soft kiss, as her hand went up to press against his chest. A silent vow was made that moment—come what may, he will always find her and try to make things right for her. For him. For both of them.

—/—/—

Winnie Robin’s Life Over The Years 🐝

AKA: Her arcs across the seasons cause why not? -> As of now, I’m just gonna do some of the first season (cuz I don’t want to spoil much!!!)

Season 1 ~ 🐾

Just like every other character, we get our first impressions of Winnie in the flashback scenes within Pilot, but not much until later on in the story. Even though it’s heavily hinted at that she’s a friend to Snow White and Prince Robert, as well as implied by the kind gestures she shares a connection to Charming.

Her soft spoken personality as showcased by the pilot in particular, makes the audience feel comfortable during scenes however she’ll oftentimes make a quick witted comment. Or even a little eye roll at someone’s statement across the few minutes of screen time she’s given.

“I say we fight!” Charming shouted, slamming his fist.

Jiminy Cricket looked up from his stance before saying, “Fighting is a bad option. Giving into one’s dark side never accomplishes anything.”

Robert scoffed in anger and then stated, “Ha! Right. And how many wars has a clear conscience won?”

“Boys? Please, sit down.” Winnifred says, as she sat down at the round table filled with their friends and shared a glance over to Snow.

Reluctantly, one of them sat down as the conversation between everyone continued, as they all hoped to have faith in the future and that everything turns out fine.

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IN PRESENT DAY—Storybrooke, Winnifred R. Nolan is none other than Cassandra Reed, a young nurse whose father died years ago and no track record of her ever having much success in the luck department. A bit awkward, quiet about her own personal struggles and appearing very much aloof at first glance, but she’s actually quite genuine about many things.

Overall, she is a beautiful woman with a good heart, even though she doesn’t always showcase it in grand gestures like other people do. Despite popular criticism, she’s generally good friends with Madam Mayor, Regina Mills, and her kindred spirit of a son, Henry. Along with Sheriff Graham, his lovely nephew and Granny’s daughter.

Working at Storybrooke Hospital wasn’t so bad, aside from Dr. Whale consistently trying to make a move on her by asking her out or suggesting on doing something rather intimate later. In which, Nurse Reed always respectfully declined or straight up denied his offers. She knew she wasn’t in the dating pool but she wasn’t that far from randomly dating a doctor. She found him unfit for her standards anyways.

However one day, while heading over to The Sheriff Station to ask Sheriff Graham about something but she completely forgot once, she noticed a blonde woman in the cell bloom. She asked who she was and that’s when she met Henry’s biological mother Emma Swan.

Something about her seemed oddly familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it as the thought quickly faded away. She moved on once Regina entered the room saying that Henry’s missing again, making Cassandra realize it was a bad time and turned to the exit.

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We don’t see either a true mention or actual appearance from Cassandra and or her accurate portrayal, Winnie, until episode 4. The Price Of Gold—As shown in flashbacks of The Enchanted Forest, everyone is invited to Cinderella and Prince Thomas’s wedding. Snow and Winnie steal Ella away from her new husband as they have a trio dance before Robert scoops Snow up, leaving Winnie alone with Ella on the dance floor.

“I’m so proud of you, Ella.” Winnie said, wearing her dazzling mint green dress as she smiled.

Ella chuckled, squealing at being twirled by the woman and replied, “What do you mean?”

“You proved to every single person here that anything is possible.”

“Well, you can say I had a little help and hope for a dream to come true.”

“Dreaming is only a part of the story. I like to think you accomplished something even greater.”

Ella smiled and gave her friend a squeeze before Thomas tugged his beloved bride’s hand knowing they had plenty of more guests to greet. Charming wrapped his arms around his wife and smiled, leading her over to the island full of treats waiting to be given a chance.

A few short months passed, and Ella was happily with child. The only bad news was that she feared that Rumple would take away her and Thomas’s baby once he or she was born. And Winnie? She couldn’t stand for that, as she joined her husband David, Thomas and Grumpy to keep Ella safe.

“Seriously, honey?” Charming said, pointing to the crossbow with an amused grin.

Winnie glanced up from her spot nearby the tree and smiled innocently, “What?”

“One of these days, you’re gonna take someone’s eye out with that thing. By accident.”

“Davey, I'm a fair, honest lady. I would never do that.”

“Then what’s the crossbow for? You know it won’t do much to Rumplestiltskin.”

“I know…just protection purposes and..to threaten him..?”

Charming just shook his head fondly at her cute expression and smiles, before following Thomas and the others. Before they knew it, it was showtime for Ella and Winnie, as the men stood in the shadows as backup.

"Well, well, well," The familiar voice of the Dark One spoke up as Rumplestiltskin stood a few feet away from them, "You're starting to show... I see you brought along the famous maidan who’s claimed to be as darling as honey. Always a pleasure, Princess Pooh."

“I would say ‘likewise’ Rumple, but I'll be wasting time.” Winnie replied with her usual polite yet mellow tone, carrying her crossbow.

He turned his gaze to Ella as she removed her cloak and he said, “A little bird told me you wanted to speak.”

Ella nods a hand on her bump before replying, “Yes, I'll like to alter the bargain.”

“That’s not what I do.”

“I think you’ll want to. I’m having twins.”

The three of them talked, as Winnie stood protective next to Ella, making sure Rumple didn’t step too close to her friend, but close enough to see the deal. During the conversation, for a slip second Winnie could see a look appear on Rumple’s face. Was it guilt or regret? She couldn’t tell, because before she knew it, his expression changed. Ella kept convincing her case to Rumple, as she showcased him the contract and he cheekily yet oddly marveled at the quill Winnie gave him. He even questioned where did she get the quill and if it magical as Ella told him it’s not magical. It came from the castle.

“Of course you're not. Because as we all know, magic comes with a price, and if you were to use it to say... imprison me, then your debt to me would only grow. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" The Dark One said, waving the quill around her face.

Winnie noticed Ella’s nervousness and stepped forward, as her face hardened before replying, “Please just sign the damn contract, Rumple, before she loses both babies due to the stress she’s under.”

After some more convincing, Rumple signed the contract with said quill, as magic flew and encased him. Leaving him frozen in place as Ella yelled for her husband Thomas, Charming and Grumpy. Winnie held up her crossbow, towards The Dark One as the men shoved him into the cage. Rumple’s lips however still moved as he slowly was released from the magic and he told Ella that no one ever breaks deals with him. He will have her child soon enough.

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IN PRESENT DAY—Storybrooke, nurse Cassandra Reed was doing her normal rounds when she appeared in one of John Doe's rooms. Luke Miller’s room was next door where Mary Margaret was in, as Cassandra entered David Nolan’s room with fresh pillows for him.

She caught sight of him earlier last week, as she was one of the women on staff when he awoke from his coma, but they never talked until today. He was sitting in a chair, with an IV pumping him up with fluids and smiled.

“Hey.” David said seeing her, as he paused the tv show that was on.

“Hi.” Cassandra said came up from behind him and placed a pillow against his back. “Everything okay here?”

“Mhm good, the doctor said i’m being discharged very soon.”

“Ah, yes, I heard Dr. Whale talking about that. Lucky man.”

“I guess…I can't remember much of my past. I know they said my memory will improve with time but it’s weird.”

“Give it time, Mr. Nolan. Besides, your girlfriend, brother and sister in law are here too.”

“My ex-girlfriend.”

“Pardon?”

David couldn’t help but chuckle at her confusion before explaining, “My ex-girlfriend Kathryn, my friend who I consider a brother, is Luke, who was the other coma patient and his wife Bethany. They’re only here for support and I appreciate it.”

“Sounds messy.” Cassandra replied in a sarcastic tone realizing she wasn’t up too date with the patients here, before chuckling, “Sorry. Not the typical nurse attitude.”

He chuckled once more and shook his head before adding, “No, no it’s refreshing actually. Thank you, uh..nurse Reed?”

“How did you..?” She asked before looking down at her tag and gestured, “Name tag. Right. You can call me–”

Before she could give him her name, a fellow name rushed in and dragged Cassandra away as she waved at David goodbye. She’ll tell him name later, she had more pressing matters. Emma Swan brought in her beloved friend, Ashley Boyd, who was about to have her baby and Cassandra was one of the nurses to help her perform the delivery.

Two hours later, after being cleaned up and measured, Cassandra walked over carefully to Ashely with a smile carrying her newborn baby girl as a tearily smile.

“Here Ash, she’s beautiful.” Cassandra said, handing over the babygirl.

Ashley smiled tearfully holding her newborn daughter before looking up at her friend and replied, “Thank you.”

“What are you gonna name her?”

“I was thinking…Alexandra.”

Cassandra noticed the sudden look on her face and carefully asked, “Why are you so sad? Sadder than me..?”

Ashley chuckled lightly at her sarcastic comment and sadly said, “Because Mr. Gold is gonna take away my baby and I don’t want that. I want her, I want my baby..”

“Oh sweetie..”

“Um, Emma says she’ll talk to Mr. Gold about it…”

As if on cue, Emma enters the room with a soft smile greeting Ashely and officially taking a moment to introduce herself to Cassandra. Emma told them that Mr. Gold won’t be taking away Alexandra, she made sure of it. Cassandra asked how she did it? As Emma says, she has her ways meaning that had a few words and Mr. Gold agreed before walking away.

When Cassandra walks away and out of the room, Henry gets his first ever look at her as he clocks her appearances—Nurse Reed was someone in his book too.

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In the following episodes, Henry practically clocks Cassandra Reed as she sees her interactions with Emma, Ruby, Luke, Mary Margret, David and his adoptive Mother Regina. Even telling Emma that Cassandra is her aunt, underneath the darker clothing and layers, was Winnie The Pooh.

Emma thought he was joking, because in her mind, Winnie The Pooh is a silly ol’ bear, not a literal human being! Henry went on to explain that she is a human being with lighter hair and softer clothing—and way less sarcastic or quieter than Cassandra.

Emma then asked, how exactly does she appear like ‘Winnie’ as Henry pointed to the soft spoken chuckles that Cassandra gave while talking to Ruby at Granny’s. The warmth smile she held briefly, that was covered by her gloved hand as she spoke with David, a quiet sparkle in her eye. Emma raised an eyebrow, guessing that she’ll just play along with Henry’s statement. But she did see a softer side to Cassandra, even when she interacted with her, like she can trust her to help out or anything, if needed. Such as in the episode, Desperate Souls, as she stepped out of comfort zone to reluctantly help out with campaigning for Emma to be Sheriff Storybrooke.

The biggest shift was moving forward, as after Sheriff' Graham's sudden passing, his nephew Joshua Humbert went on to live with Emma and Mary Margret. Sheriff Graham and his nephew, Joshua, were good friends of Cassandra’s so she visited Mary Margret’s loft every day. As her friendship with Mary Margret and Emma grew, into an actual nice dynamic. She didn’t have many friends, so having them gave her comfort.

Henry too, of course, hung out there a lot more often because of it, as he semi-convinced Joshua that The Dark Curse was here and that he was a part of the book. That he was Christopher Robin. And that his parents were Cassandra and David. Also known as Winnie and Charming. Yes, Joshua was under the curse just like the rest of them, aside from Emma and Henry, a part of him believed in the stories with the storybrook he read with Henry. He was always good to have some hope.

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It also helped that with Cassandra and David starting to hang out more, sometimes Joshua tagged along whenever they did. Creating an odd bond between the three of them.

Eventually, by the episode Skin Deep, David got the courage to ask Cassandra out as he appeared at the hospital while she was in the middle of a shift. Cassandra was startled when he showed up, David smiled and quickly apologized for the sudden appearance.

He noticed Dr. Whale’s looks before turning back towards her kindly. She softly smiled and asked what he was doing here, as he explained that it’s Valentine's Day Weekend and how he had a day off. Cassandra told him that she was going out on Friday with her friends tonight. David thought about it and responded by saying if it’s possible after his shift on Sunday, he’ll like to take her out.

“So what do you say?” David asked quietly, leaning against the doorway with a soft smile. “One date. That’s all I ask.”

Cassandra held up her clipboard and tugged on her scrubs then softly smiled as she replied, “Sure. Why not?..um, where are we going by the way?”

“How about a picnic near the park?”

“A picnic?”

However she agrees, and rather enjoys the date with David, as after he dropped her off at her home he kissed her cheek. And for the first time in forever? She blushed and smiled brightly. The two started seeing each other more after that. Regina, notices one afternoon, when Cassandra drops Joshua off to play with Henry, that her friend seems a bit lighter. Regina asks if Cass was seeing anyone, in particular, as the brunette shrugged saying she might’ve started. It’s nothing serious, according to her but Regina pressed on until Cassandra scoffed and told it was David Nolan.

Regina wasn’t impressed, but there was a hint of disappointment and annoyance in her expression. First, she had freaking Mary Margeret to deal with her relationship with Luke and now she has her good friend, Cassandra, was dating the other coma patient?

“Dear.” Regina started sipping her wine with a smile, “Haven’t you considered seeing someone who is more refined?”

Cassandra sat her slice of leftover lasagna and furrowed her eyebrow as she replied, “Gina. It’s fine, nothing serious. It was one date..”

The rest of the season we get flashbacks to Winnie’s life in The Enchanted Forest in certain episodes such as Heart Of Darkness, Whatever Happened To Frederick & Delilah, An Apple As Red As Blood and other episodes in between.

For Cassandra in Storybrooke, it turned into a downspirl. Things were going okay for her. Great even! Until she was almost kidnapped trying to help Emma, and also having a small custody battle over Joshua after she decided she wanted to take him in herself.

She even saw David was kissed by his ex-girlfriend, Kathryn, across the street from Granny’s. The poor girl couldn’t tell if Kathryn did it on purpose or not. Little did she know it was all Regina’s doing. All she knew was that she slammed the door in David’s face after he tried to explain what happened and returned to the couch where Joshua was doing homework. She took a deep breath and rested her head against his own, helping him with his history homework quietly.

However, on the bright side, she got around to hanging out with friends outside of her work environment. One afternoon after looking through old photographs, art pieces and letters, one in particular appeared in the collection, as it stood out from all the rest.

And let’s just say some pieces fell into place meanwhile others did not…

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— PLAYLIST 🖥️💛🎶

Ordinary — Alex Warren

Lacy — Olivia Rodrigo

Gone, Gone, Gone — Phillip Phillips

Daylight — Taylor Swift

Under Pressure — Queen

Another Love — Tom Odell

Do I Wanna Know? — Arctic Monkeys

The Greatest — SIA

Angel With A Shotgun — The Cab

Wings — Birdy

Yellow — Coldplay

Slipping Through My Fingers — ABBA

Fourth Of July — Sufjan Stevens

Safe Inside — James Arthur

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Quotes — 🎈

“Am I interrupting something?”

“It’s called being in love, Regina. Just say the word, it’s nothing bad.”

“You did what?! Do you two not understand the concept between nature versus nurture?”

“For once I agree with Rumple here…what? It’s the only time you’ll ever hear me say that.”

“What the bloody hell aren’t you telling us?!”

“Oh, now the princess wants to make a speech? Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

“Damn that looks good.”

“I’ll uh come back later…”

“I don’t know what that was, but that was not salt.”

“I’m fine...you’re welcome to draw your own conclusions of course, but that’s not where i’m at.”

“I have what I want. An–and I don't plan on anyone taking it away from me, ever again.”

“Tacos? Did you say tacos?”

“Oh nonsense, he’s clearly hurts! If anything, let him heal before you threaten him.”

“This is our home now. I want us to fit in.”

“I’m stuck…”

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NOTE: Before anybody comes up saying this doesn’t follow the rules, this is my OC and my AU. Sooo I get to have fun with it ☺️

AND I AM WORKING ON @gcthvile and I’m kid aka Joshua who will be our Christopher Robin 💫 who I hinted to during this post 😘

Also remember to like, comment and share 💕

~ Like this is a ABC soap opera with romance, action, humor and gorgeous outfits (yes a good chunk of the show has a blue screen for scenes BUT STILL not the point!)

AND YET? It looks better in my opinion than the total drama disaster that the movie seems to be??

Disney you spent billions of dollars and your costumes look like Party City made them 🤨🙄🤣

Btw you watch season 1 to see how the tale went down on Disney Plus 🤔

Who knows I might change my mind slightly IF and when I see the movie? OR NOT! High chance I don’t see it period.

Anyways thanks for reading my Ted Talk 🥰 hope you enjoyed it!

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