[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FF8CBD]Tinley Abercrombie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/04c9644fe8e7e7c0e3f974f4b2c31175/tumblr_inline_nm1psiNBzB1rifr4k.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FF8CBD]Location:[/color][/b] New York Sanctum
[b][color=FF8CBD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

In a span of a couple of months, things went to shit.

Once things got super bad, she made calls to her family. To tell them to seek safety. She hadn't heard back from them but she had precious little time to think about that as she was still meant to lead. To lead the rest of her team (yes, she has to say rest of her team) through this. Novikova. Sparky. Tempest. Harry. All dead due to Ultron. Though that wasn't entirely true, was it? It was partly due to her. She had to take the blame for it. She put Novi directly in his line. It should have been her.

She echoed that thought as she stared at herself in the mirror, cracked due to a fist hitting it the other night. Fresh cuts on her hand now. She took a few moments to breathe in deeply. She swore every time she closed her eyes she saw one of them. Staring at her. Judgment in their eyes. And not only them. She knew Maria hated her. How could she not? And Raynor? God, she couldn't even imagine the hurt.

She was surprised that her badge wasn't taken. Or her job. Hell, throw her to the wild for all the good she had done. What had it all been for? Now the world was slowly inching its way to being completely fucked over and she was meant to stand tall and face it head on? Being a hero sucked.

But being a hero was what she wanted. And being a hero was what the world needed.