An entree for Tomahony1 's contest

I know this was submitted later than I said, at least I finished it before the deadline. =D Better late than never

What I picture my OC to look like

2022

I pushed open the door and the smell of coffee and vanilla hits my nose. Walking where the counter is saying my regular order to the barista. You see, there aren't many people around anymore, especially after the Decimation. It's kinda sad, maybe I could've helped prevent it from happening if I joined the Avengers. But no, I was a coward and hid what I could have used for the greater good. I regret it now. My decision cost me everything I had. My family. My friends. My life....

The barista grabs my attention and hands me over my drink and donut. I look for an empty slot (which was plenty), but I notice a familiar face sitting at a table, looking exhausted, sad even. I've seen her on TV a few times. Her vibrant purple hair fell in front of the girl face as she looked down. Deciding to approach her, walk to where she is sitting. She doesn't even notice me, lost in her thoughts.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked.

She looked up surprised, then confused. The girl looked around seeing many available slots in the cafe, probably wondering why'd I come to her. "No, not at all," she replied.

I sat down on the seat opposite of the purple haired girl, and raised my hand. "I'm Eira, by the way. Eira Frostine."

She shook my hand and said, "Amber Maximoff."

"I know who you are. I-I-I mean, I've seen you on TV a few years ago," I stuttered. I drew my hand away. "Sorry."

Amber laughed. "It's okay."

"You're probably wondering why I came to you," I started, fiddling with with my coffee cup.

"I am," she stared at me intently.

I sighed. "I feel that this is rushed. Feel free to stop me if you're uncomfortable.
You know they say that when you have something powerful in your hands, it's up to you to decide what to do with it."

Amber took a sip of her iced mocha then nodded.

"A close friend once told me, 'When you can do the things that I can, but you don't...and then the bad things happen ..they happen because of you.' That happened to me." I look down and closes my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing down.

"Where are you trying to bring this, Eira?" She asked softly, relating to the words I've spoken.

"You and the rest of the Avengers have your own unique power. It was given to you and you chose to use to protect the world. And here, I have mine," I slightly raised my palm from the table and a small whirl of ice emitted from my palm. When Amber said nothing I continued. "I've had these powers for as long as I can remember, yet I feared them. I saw myself a monster. No one knew about this except my family. I was afraid.

The Avengers formed. I was eleven at that time. I looked up to them because I saw that whatever power they had, they harnessed it and used it against evil.

Then Ultron and Sokovia happened. I'm sorry of this topic bothers you. I can skip that part of you like,"

"It's okay. I think I can manage. Please, continue," Amber replied.

I exhaled, and continued, "By that time, I knew I should introduce myself to the Avengers. I wanted to help. I wanted to to what you guys are doing, and I still do. But my fear took over me. I feared I'll never be good enough. I feared I might hurt someone or worse, kill. I still beloved I was a glitch, a monster, a mistake. So I continued hiding, but not without training my powers.

Then Spider-Man appeared in Queens. I got the chance to meet him once. I asked him why is he doing what he does. He told me that he's had these powers for months, and he believed that he must do something about it. His uncle used to tell him, he said, 'With great power comes great responsibility.' Even with his encouragement, I still couldn't bring myself to do anything other than hide.

Then the Accords came, it resulted me to hide further in my fears. My fear of becoming a monster that I thought I was. Even my family tried to tell me that I'm not a beast, I'm a being who's been gifted powers to use for good or evil. But I never wanted any of this. I didn't want to be born a mutant.

What made me change my perception of myself was four years ago. The Decimation. Thanos. I regretted my decision of not helping the Avengers. I can't stop thinking that I could've done something to prevent the snap from happening. If only I came to you, I could've helped. But, no, I let my fear take over my decisions. If only," By this time years seemed freely flowing from eyes, and Amber was trying to calm me by rubbing my forearm.

I still continued, "But when I saw in here, I saw hope. Hope that I can redeem myself. Hope to right my wrongdoings. Hope to give me a second chance."

It was now turn for Amber to talk, "There are things that we do in life that we regret, and we can't take that back. But we can make our tomorrow count. We can't change our yesterday, but we can determine whether we win or lose tomorrow."

I wiped the tears from my eyes, "Thank you, Amber. For listening and for encouraging. God, talking about it made me feel better."

"Your most welcome, Eira. I have to go, I still have an orphanage to manage." Amber stood up to leave. "Let's exchange numbers?"

"Sure. Amber, anytime when you need me, or if the Avengers need me, don't hesitate to call. I can feel that something big is gonna happen, and soon." Yes, I can feel something is going to happen, and I feel like I have to be prepared for it.

"I will. Until next time, Eira Frostine."

"Next time, Amber Maximoff."

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