"We manipulate, we thirst for power, we control, we punish, but our actions are driven by one singular place deep inside: We're alone…and we hate it." — Katherine Pierce

Manhattan, New York
May 2nd 2012

Two months had passed since Katherine's training at S.H.I.E.L.D began. She had yet to be instated as an official agent or anything—apparently there was a whole lot of protocol for that—but she had been training with them nonetheless.

From what she could tell, they were still very much the 'good guys', and apparently the Voice thought that too, since she was still a healthy and not aging-or-burning-in-the-sun vampire. But she found that the feeling that she got around Ward wasn't only limited to him. There were other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who evoked the exact the same anger and annoyance as he had, but Katherine couldn't figure out what exactly it was about them. She couldn't figure out what made them any different to anybody else, so she deduced it to hunger, again, but there was no actual logical explanation other than that. And Katherine hated when she couldn't put her gut feeling to anything.

It was even more frustrating that one of her instructors, Rumlow, was one of those who gave her that feeling. He had a good sense of humour, she'd give him that, but the feeling of sheer irritation he gave her made things considerably tenser between them. Even if Katherine gave a good front that nothing was up, she was always on edge with him, even if he was the one who taught her to shoot a gun exceptionally well. She still didn't like the things, but apparently it was a necessary skill to learn. But it certainly was not her first weapon of choice. At all.

She found that, apparently, she was scarily good with a pair of nunchuks. Katherine had never been the combat type—it was just an inherent trait of being a vampire—but she had developed a newfound adoration for the weapon. How she used them wasn't exactly, as one may describe, 'orthodox', but she liked to use the weighted ends to swing it round her opponent's neck and use the extended chain to choke them. Which did once or twice scare her instructors when it came to her sparring partners, but she had yet to kill anyone. Yet.

She was also pretty damn good when it came to throwing things. Knives, specifically. Again, this was a common trait of being a vampire, but seemed like an exceptional skill among humans.

Katherine found that there was an inexplicably liberating feeling in knowing she didn't have to hide her 'vampire powers' from humans. At least, not around the S.H.I.E.L.D. compound. She never cared too much about humans finding out in her past life, anyway—technology was too behind for them to do anything about it for a majority of her existence, and she could also compel (or kill) any that did find out. But, regardless of that, here...she wasn't feared for the thing that separated her from the rest of humanity, or seen as a freak (for too long, anyway) but was, instead, revered. For something other than her amazing looks, and her amazing ability to evade Klaus for 500 years.

Because this world was different to hers. It was no longer a world of vampires, or witches, or werewolves, or originals, or hunters, or doppelgängers. It was a world of humans.

And, as Fury had explained to her, it was a universe of more. Because it wasn't just their world any longer. It was aliens and everything that had once still been 'mystical' and far-fetched in her world. It was technology and science like never before, and she...she was a mythical creature stuck in it all. Not a girl stuck in, what should've been, a mythical world. Because, by this world's standard, her world would've very much been 'mythical'.

And Katherine felt as if she was turning into another person.

As if, slowly, she was becoming Katerina Petrova again. As if she was becoming human, rather than a vampire driven by self-preservation and selfishness.

And that was absolutely terrifying to Katherine, so she decided to distract herself with training instead. And perhaps stayed for a few hours too many on more than one occasion.

"You were good today, Katherine." Rumlow said, sweat dripping down his body and face from being Katherine's sparring partner (which she took many liberties with). Of course, being a vampire, her body remained sweat free, and the only thing that gave any sign that she had been sparring was the slight dishevelment of her hair and smudge of her eye makeup. But, as always, she looked pretty much flawless.

Fury's instruction was that she had to use as little of her 'superhuman strength', as he described it, so that she could develop a fighting technique before anything else, and then learn how to integrate her strength, but Katherine was pretty sure it was just so the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had a bit more of a fair fight.

Katherine raised her eyebrows, turning to face Rumlow as she rose from her training mat. "Am I not always good?" Rumlow let out a short laugh, and wiped away some of the sweat that pooled on his forehead.

"I suppose you are. But, hey, I think you're letting your guard down a little." He pointed to her hair, "Your hair's all messy. Clearly, I managed to scruff you up a little bit." Katherine merely gave a wry smile in response, and began to untangle her curls.

As Rumlow began to walk away, Katherine finally called out to the person who had been hiding around the corner for the entirety of the conversation. "Alright, you can come out now Sharon."

Sharon Carter (who refused to say her last name, so Katherine compelled it out of her) peeped her head round the corner, entering the sparring room, a clear amount of haste in her step. "Is there something going on between you and Rumlow?"

Katherine eyed the woman as if she had grown two heads. "Are you serious?" Katherine asked, no hint of amusement in her voice. "No. Never."

"Really?" The blonde smirked. "I mean, he has a tendency to be cocky, but with you it's like…"

"He's trying to get in my underwear?" Katherine interjected. "Yeah, not the first, and definitely not the last." She smiled sarcastically, an almost proud undertone to her voice. Sharon let out a chuckle, once again amused by the confidence (vanity) of Katherine.

Sharon was the closest thing Katherine had to an actual 'friend' in this world so far. She was hardly open enough to have a true friend in her previous life, the closest thing coming to it being people like Isobel, but in the end even people like she were just pawns and temporary allies to Katherine; they were disposable, and were only good at either helping her hide from Klaus or provide some entertainment in the long 500 years of her life. But here, she found, the insufferable kind blonde had been trying relentlessly to worm her way into Katherine's heart. Katherine told herself she was just an ally—a colleague, of sorts, that would help her survive in this world. But, even the Petrova doppelganger wasn't sure she believed that at times.

Like now, when Sharon brought up a topic like a guy potentially having a 'crush' on Katherine, which was completely innocent and didn't involve any vampire drama or mystic fall teens and almost made Katherine want to smile. Almost. Because she was interested in her because she was Katherine.

Not the notorious five-hundred-year old infamous vampire and doppelganger Katherine, but just Katherine.

The conversation (and moment of deep reflection) was, however, ruined by a Katherine's phone going off in her pocket. Katherine looked at her phone curiously, confused by the text Coulson had just sent.

Coulson: Stark Tower. Now.

"I have to go." And, ignoring Sharon's questions, Katherine began to run off, using her vampire speed once out of Sharon's sight.

First of all, she didn't even recall ever having Coulson's number saved—so she hoped for the other person's sake that this actually was Coulson and not some kind of a trap, because she would unapologetically kill anyone involved—and, second, why the hell did he want her at Stark Tower?

Sure, she had been there for the party (which S.H.I.E.L.D. stole her from) and had returned back a week or so later to pick up her jacket (which had sadly been given to her by a random worker, not Stark himself), but she couldn't figure out just why on earth Coulson wanted her there.

And, weirdly enough, the bottom floor was entirely empty.

Katherine: I'm here.

Coulson: 81st floor.

Entering the elevator of the oddly bare ground floor, Katherine travelled up to the 81st floor of Stark Tower, and was greeted by Coulson, Tony Stark, and his strawberry blonde partner, Pepper Potts.

"Another security breach!" Stark called out, standing over at his desk, before doing a double take in Katherine's direction. "Who—is that—are you the girl that left her jacket here? Katherine, was it?"

"That's what I'm remembered for? Ouch." Katherine teased. "And I thought I left a good first impression."

"Left her jacket? What do you mean?" Pepper asked, bewildered.

"She's with me." Coulson reassured, turning back to Katherine and handing her a black case of files. "Oh, you're still in your training gear. That's a good look, it suits you."— Katherine ignored Tony's outward musings of whether or not she was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent—"You need to look over these as soon as possible. But," He turned back in the direction of Pepper and Tony, the latter of which eyes were remaining curiously on Katherine, "in the meantime, we need to return to the topic at hand. The Avengers Initiative."

"Yeah, what is all this?" Pepper asked, looking down to the tablet Coulson had just handed Tony.

"This is…" Tony swiped the tablet screen up, bringing up four separate screens. "This."

Katherine gaped, staring at each of the holographic screens. The one furthest to the right displayed images and information on Thor, the hammer wielding demi-god who just happened to produce lightning at will. Apparently he was a pretty hot buzz topic at S.H.I.E.L.D. (as well as a bit of a crush for many of the female—and a few male—agents). The next screen did the same, only for Captain America, whom she had found out was no longer dead, but had been buried in ice for the last 70 years. (Which Katherine may or may not have been happy about, but she wasn't about to admit that out loud.) And then there was the next screen after that, which displayed the one and only experiment gone wrong; the hulk. And then the last one…

The last one, which was of her.

It was videos and pictures and information of her. Of Katherine, running at inhuman speeds. Of Katherine, punching down walls, as well as the punching bag of her assessment. Of Katherine, training with her nunchuks and guns and knives and spears. It was a section, completely dedicated to Katherine.

Katherine was too shocked to even remotely listen to the hushed tone conversation Pepper and Tony were having. She knew they had been recording each of her sessions, but she was meant to stay a secret. Her abilities were only meant to be known by the higher-ups of S.H.I.E.L.D. and her trainers, until there came a time it was absolutely necessary that they be revealed. And, Fury told her, that was only when…

That was only when they'd be absolutely needed.

When she was absolutely needed.

"That…" Tony began loudly, catching her attention. "This—this is you." He pointed toward her, looking back frantically between the screen and her. "The girl who was a plus one at my party? This is you?" He asked in disbelief.

Katherine ignored him, and instead turned to Coulson. "Coulson, what on earth is happening? Those are top-secret files and I swear to God—"

"You're needed." He interrupted.

"She's a part of the Avengers Initiative?"

"The what?" Katherine questioned, completely perplexed, feeling completely and utterly out of loop.

"Katherine. Go back to your apartment, pack a light bag of necessities—we have your uniform already—and be ready for me to pick you up in the morning. I'll explain everything to you in more detail tomorrow, but all the information you need is in the case I gave you." Coulson explained, patting lightly on the black case he handed her, appearing unnervingly calm. Katherine, aware of protocol, simply sighed and walked back into the elevator, trying to prepare herself for whatever wacky ass situation she was about to get into.

Sometimes she wished the Voice had just let her die. She was here for the 'greater good', yet nobody told her what the hell was going on.

And it was yet another sleepless night, because she had spent the entire time reading over damn files. Of every 'Avenger', including herself, and of the actual 'Avenger Initiative'. Which was, in short, a plan to bring together a whole bunch of freaks should there be an unimaginable extraterrestrial threat.

Which was exactly what there was.

Damn the greater good.

May 3rd 2012

Leaving an extra-large bowl of food out for Lucifer (because Katherine was aware of the hell the cat would give her if she let it starve) as well as a key for her neighbour to go and feed the demon should she be gone any longer than a day, Katherine left for the location Coulson was set to pick her up from to fly out to a random S.H.I.E.L.D. base in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Upon arriving at the outskirts of the city though and quickly boarding the jet they were flying in, she was not only met by Coulson, but also the one and only Steve Rogers. The Captain America.

And the 40s influence on his clothing was glaringly obvious to the Petrova.

And, quite frankly, she found it kind of adorable.

But, to say the least, she was still a little breathless in his presence nonetheless.

"You're Katherine, right?" He greeted, leaning over from his seat. "You were in the files. Super-strength, super-healing, super-speed?"

"Yep," She choked out. "That's me."

"Steve rogers." He extended his hand forward, and she took it in hers to shake.

"Oh, I know who you are, Captain. Don't worry." She assured, pulling her hand away, not helping but noting how her hand seemed tiny compared to his. He smiled sheepishly, ducking his head a little. (And, no, Katherine's cheeks didn't go red, because that was physically impossible for a vampire…right?)

"I'm glad you're acquainted. You'll need to be." Coulson spoke as the jet began to raise from the ground and fly, leaving New York. "This isn't a threat we can be taking on alone."

Steve nodded in military-esque fashion, and Katherine stayed silent, mentally cursing out the Voice. (And maybe perhaps ogling at Steve—but, in her defence, he was gorgeous to look at!)

"We're about 40 minutes out from home base, Sir." One of the pilot's spoke, prompting Coulson to raise from his miniature desk.

"So, this Doctor Banner," Steve began, looking at his files once more, "was trying to replicate the serum used on me?"

"A lot of people were." Coulson paused. "You were the world's first superhero. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula."

"Didn't really go his way, did it?"

"Not so much. When he's not that thing, though, guy's like a Stephen Hawking." And Steve looked up to Coulson, a look of cluelessness on his face. "He's like a smart person."

"Einstein." Katherine corrected, catching the attention of both the men. She couldn't feel a help but feel a surge of satisfaction when Steve's face lit up with recognition, or the smirk that appeared on her own as a result. "You know, Coulson, a physicist that was actually famous both during and before the forties?"

"That might've been a better example." Coulson admitted, and Steve attempted to stifle his chuckle. Sending her an appreciative and equally amused glance, Katherine returned a coquettish smile, causing Steve to falter for just a moment.

Oh, Katherine thought deviously, this is going to be fun.

"Do you think that's what they tried to do when they experimented on me? Replicate the serum used on Captain America?" Katherine pretended, trying to keep up the facade that she was the result of an experiment. Fury wasn't any closer in getting up any files on her whatsoever, and she had now been given the nickname 'Ghost' as a result, and she needed to keep people at S.H.I.E.L.D. believing that was her true origins.

"I hope not, because that means they would've been successful, and there could be a bunch of people running about with your skill set that we don't know about. And," he turned to face Steve once more, "I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you officially. I've sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was present, while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it's really just a huge honor to have you on board."

You're just digging yourself a bigger hole here, Coulson.

"Well, I hope I'm the man for the job."

"Oh, you are. Absolutely."

"And what about me?" Katherine questioned. "I get I'm enhanced and all, but I don't exactly get what I'm meant to do."

"You're a part of the Avenger Initiative, Katherine. That's why Fury wanted you to join so badly—so you could be a part of this, should the time come."

Katherine thought back to the words of the Voice. "This will not be a selfish existence, Katerina Petrova. There is a greater good to fight for in this universe, one which you'll figure out on your own, and that is what you'll fight for. You can have all these benefits, Katerina, but under the condition you live this life for others—not just yourself." She didn't have a damn choice in the matter whether or not she was suitable for this, because she had to do it no matter what.

How troublesome.

"We made some modifications to the uniform." Katherine heard. "I had a little design input."

"The uniform? Aren't the stars and the stripes a little…" Steve paused, looking as though he was considering his next words carefully, "old-fashioned?"

"With everything that's happening, and the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old-fashioned."

The rest of the trip was spent in silence for the most part. There was a lot Katherine wanted to ask Steve, and equally Coulson, but she was too lost in thought. She didn't know who she was anymore. She hadn't been acting as her usual 'cold' self. She hadn't been putting on a facade of a heartless bitch—okay, debatable facade—and she felt as if, after five months, that persona was fading.

Having an existential crisis at 500 years old wasn't fun, Katherine decided. Especially not after being suicidal and dying only half a year prior.

Upon landing, she and Steve were greeted by the same redhead that had been present at her initial assessment at S.H.I.E.L.D. but that she had never seen since.

"Agent Romanoff," Coulson began, "Captain Rogers and Katherine Pierce."

"They need you on the bridge." She said to Coulson. "They're starting the face-trace."

"See you there." He returned, and quickly paced away, managing to still uphold his usual professional disposition despite the circumstances. Agent Romanoff's hair was shorter than Katherine remembered—but still equally as red—and the green in her eyes was slightly more prominent in the sun rather than the artificial lighting of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

"There was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. And you," she eyed Katherine, "I don't think anyone around S.H.I.E.L.D. has stopped talking about you. I must say, your assessment was very impressive." Steve's eyes fell on Katherine, a surprised yet amused expression on his face, to which she waggled her eyebrows, a smug smile tugging at her lips.

"Has he asked you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"

"Trading Cards?" Steve asked, clearly amused.

Katherine let out a snicker. "God, why am I not surprised?"

"They're vintage. He's very proud of them."

And then the man who turned into the terrifying green monster came into view, looking positively lost, and Katherine couldn't help but tense. "Doctor Banner!" Rogers called out.

"Oh, yeah, hi. They told me you'd be coming." Banner—the hulk—spoke, shaking Steve's hand, but Katherine remained frozen in place standing next to Natasha. As far as she was aware, there was only one person on this earth capable of killing her in the non-orthodox 'vampire killing' ways, and that was that man right there.

The one who broke Harlem.

Just as she had been scared of Klaus, she was absolutely terrified of Banner. The only difference now being that this one didn't hold a personal grudge against her for half a millennia.

"Word is, you can find the cube."

"Is that the only word on me?" Banner replied hesitantly. No, Katherine thought.

"Only word I care about." Steve responded. It was, however, definitely not the only word that Katherine cared about. She very much cared about all the other stuff.

"It must be strange for you," Banner motioned to all the commotion going on around them, "all of this."

"Well, this is actually kind of familiar."

"Everyone," Agent Romanoff began, interrupting their conversation, "you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe."

"Is this a submarine?" Steve asked, amazed, as large propellers began to rise on the side of the 'ship', which is what Katherine had thought it to be.

"Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurized, metal container?"

Yep, Katherine definitely hated the Voice.

"What is this really?" Katherine asked Romanoff, Banner and Rogers instead going to the edge to see what was happening. And then, as if on cue, the 'ship' began to lift. Out of the water.

"Well, it certainly isn't a submarine, to answer your question."

Oh, so she was going to be 30,000 feet over the ground with Banner instead. Because that was so much better.

The inside only managed to amaze Katherine more, once again proving this world had technology in science far beyond hers, yet only in such covert ways, such as the Helicarrier not only looking like something out of a sci-fi show, but also having literal reflection panels so that they could 'disappear' once in the air.

The only thing that made the whole situation evermore confusing was Steve Rogers, for some reason, handing Fury a ten dollar bill.

The redhead, who was quite a few inches shorter than Katherine, especially given the fact Katherine was in heels, walked up next to the Petrova. "You seem…"

"Shocked." Katherine answered for Romanoff, who had been keeping a watchful eye on her the entire time. "I've seen many things in my lifetime, but this, this is something else entirely."

"Yeah, it is impressive." Natasha agreed, a light smile appearing on her face.

Intrigued, Katherine asked, "So, Agent Romanoff, what's your first name?"

The redhead hesitated for a moment. "Natasha, why?"

"So, Natalia Romanova. That's your real name?" Katherine asked, a devilish glint in her eyes. While compulsion was fun, she found it much more fun to get the information the classic way.

"How did you—"

"Oh, don't play with me, Natasha." Katherine's teased in a hushed tone, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "That's not an English name. You're not the only one, you know—but I'm sure you already know that, considering the fact you were one of the ones looking over my assessment. I'd be surprised if Fury didn't tell you my true origins."

"He didn't, actually." Natasha replied, keeping a poker face expression.

"Oh, that's surprising. Well, my real name is Katerina Petrova, not Katherine pierce." Katherine leant against the table behind her, "Just as yours is Natalia Romanova, not Natasha Romanoff."

"You're Russian?" She questioned, and Katherine didn't miss the ever so slight hint of fear in her voice. It was the type that would've gone unnoticed to an untrained ear, and it was the type that gave anyone looking for it an absolute thrill. Because, Natasha Romanoff was hailed as the ever elusive Black Widow, yet Katherine had managed to evoke fear in her.

Yet, it wasn't as fun as she thought it was going to be.

"Bulgarian, actually." Katherine let out a light-hearted laugh, dropping her classic evil Katherine Pierce-esque persona, which she found hardly any enjoyment with in that moment. "I was just messing with you. I really just wanted to find out if you were the Black Widow or not." She lied. "I've heard a lot about you." And, at that, the redhead's shoulders visibly relaxed, any nerves or tension slipping away. Even if not as fun as Katherine thought playing with her was going to be, she couldn't deny the feeling of satisfaction she got knowing she was just as able to get under a person's skin with only a few words.

"Agent Romanoff." Fury interrupted. "Would you show Doctor Banner to his laboratory?"

Natasha nodded, quickly leaving with Banner, and Fury came to stand next to Katherine. "You know," he started, "I didn't bring you here so you could try and get into the heads of some of my finest agents. Our enemy is already doing that."

"Oh, but you know how good I am at it." Katherine retorted, recalling the interrogation she did a month or so ago. Fury had wanted her to show her 'mind control' abilities on a person who was a part of a group that had attempted to steal materials from a S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse, but she instead showed her amazing ability to get information out of people without compulsion (because, when people wore and drank vervain, that was a necessary skill for a vampire to have). The whole process may or may not have involved many fingers being broken, a dislocated wrist, and a few too many personal jabs and insults (because Katherine Pierce was amazing at pointing out a person's insecurities) but she had got the job done. In the end, Fury still made her do her compulsion to make sure the information she had got out of him was correct—and, surprise surprise, it was—and also because he simply wanted to see her do it. He said the compulsion was more effective, she said the latter method was less fun.

"That you are." He smiled briefly, before his face dropped once more. "You know what we're dealing with, right?"

"Um, evil alien from outer space that looks like a human? Brother of the guy that has a hammer and can summon lightning at will?" Katherine's mouth curled into a wry smile.

"Not just an 'evil alien', Katherine." And Katherine grimaced, knowing that Fury only addressed her as 'Katherine' when he was being serious. "Gods. These are 'aliens' that come from legend. They aren't human, and they sure as hell aren't weak. He has his hands on the tesseract, as well as a very powerful sceptre that has compromised some of my best men. I called you in because I believe you can handle this, Agent Pierce. You're—"

"Wait." She cut in. "Agent? I'm not technically officially a part of S.H.I.E.L.D. yet."

"We currently don't have time for official protocol, Agent Pierce. I'll instate you as an actual agent when and if this whole thing blows over, but I always intended for you to become an one anyway. Now, let me finish, and for god sake do not interrupt me!" His voice raised a little. "I put you on the avenger's initiative due to your, for lack of a better word, unique skill set. Due to your abilities. It would be a waste not to have you be a part of this team. It would be undermining your true potential."

But, before she could respond, an alarm sounded, and another person spoke. "We got a hit! 67 percent match. Wait. Cross match, 79 percent."

"Location?" Coulson asked, leaving his conversation with Captain America.

"Stuttgart, Germany. 28 Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding."

"Captain. Pierce. You're up."

"Oh, and Katherine." Coulson called over. "Your uniform is in your room."

"My uniform?" She asked, unsure, since there had been absolutely no discussion of her getting a specific uniform.

"Trust me," he smiled his trademark Coulson smile, "you'll love it."

And, admittedly, Katherine did love it. The top half was simple—a plain black tactical top in a full-sleeve turtleneck style—but the bottom half was what did most of the work. She wasn't exactly sure what material it was made out of, but it very much looked like it was the same as what Natasha wore. Except, as opposed to Natasha's cat suit, the material only reached her waist. On her waistline there was a belt, but it was the utility belt that sat on her hips that served the most purpose, as both her nunchuks and pockets of ammo were placed there. And, on her right thigh was a gun holster.

Her favourite part of the outfit, however, was the heeled boots. It seemed she had won the debate with Fury about whether they were 'practical' enough, and they had given her a pair. Of course, they weren't stilettos, but instead heeled combat boots that almost looked as if they were a part of her trousers. And, the heel was narrow enough for her liking—not the ugly chunky kind—and Katherine could not thank Coulson enough for being on her side of the argument.

Attire on, she quickly ran to the quinjet—after having looked at herself in the mirror for just a tad too long—and met Natasha and Steve. The latter of which was in his star-spangled suit, and had his shield at the ready.

"So," Natasha began, "here's the plan."

And both Katherine and Steve's jaws set.

Wow, every chapter is having some major character interactions so far.

Okay, it's probably not clear, but Katherine's current outfit is meant to look like Black Widow's Iron Man 2 outfit, except black and not actually a catsuit. So, from the waist down, it look pretty much the same, but the top half is a turtle-neck top (and not the super long kind) and with different shoes. You guys are welcome to give me design ideas for her next outfit, since I'm unimaginative apparently. I want it to be something like Black Widow's yet still unique to Katherine, but at the same time I don't want it to be overwhelmingly different to what she's wearing for the events of Avengers Assemble.

Also, I thought nunchuks was a good mix up of weapons...but I'm imagining them with a very long chain. If that's actually a thing, I have no idea, but I don't care particularly.

As always, leave me your thoughts. Constructive criticism is also very welcome and encouraged!

Although, keep in mind that this fanfic isn't meant to be overly serious, just more a bit of fun.