“I gotta say, this wasn’t what I expected to come home to after my tour in space…” Flash looked at the grave stone, he said that every time he came to the cemetery, looking at the cold stone with that name written on it as painful reminder to him what his duty cost him.
Apparently it had happened before he had made it back to Philadelphia, chaos erupted in the streets, Mania coming at him with Marth and Ava at her heels, saying Lucina told her to take the children and run. Marth screaming at Mania to turn around and go get mother, and Venom rushing into the burning streets as Philadelphia fell victim to the biggest crime war it had ever seen.
A lot of things had happened in those three years, Mania moving on and going solo. Ava discovering she had powers, and making Flash let her become a crime fighter. Marth choosing to go through the Outrealm gate and live in a place he could feel ‘closer to mother’.
“It’s just not the same.” Flash said to the headstone, as if he were talking to Lucina right now.“ I stay out late with Ava, we both come back at three o'clock in the morning, I go to bed hoping to find you sleeping there so I can wake you up, like I used to.”
“Ava has powers now, imagine that, our daughter’s a mutant.” Flash said, with a hint of pride in his voice as he choked the words out.“We always said she was loud whenever she screamed, well, that’s her power, our little girl can scream at a super sonic level.”
“We still can’t decide on a codename, but the papers are starting to call her ‘High-Pitch’. She’s gonna start training at the Jean Grey Institute in a few months, our little girl’s gonna be an X-men.”
He looked down.“Marth… Marth doesn’t write anymore, sometimes he’d come through the outrealm gate and leave a note in the mailbox, but he hasn’t done that for about a year now…we had a fight when he left, I lost my temper, and he lost his. He’s staying with your Mom and Dad in the castle.”
He got down on his knees, he’d been using the symbiote to stand the whole time, but he needed to calm his mind, the symbiote dissipated, his legs became stumps again as he fell to the grass and looked at the headstone. Lucina’s body hadn’t been buried, they couldn’t even find a body, all they could find were parts of her attire, her cape, her armor, her mask, they had buried those, but not her sword, her sword, Falchion, went missing along with her.
Flash looked up, hearing footsteps behind him, his hands in the grass, he clenched them into fists, ripping up some of the blades of green and the soil.“What? Never seen a grown man cry before?” He grunted at whoever was behind him.
He hated people seeing him weep. “You gonna laugh?”
He heard those words, and they made him angry. Sorry? Sorry for what!? Sorry that rather than staying and protecting his family and friends, he decided to take a year long tour of duty in space with a group of space vigilantes, a talking raccoon and a talking tree? Sorry that Mania tried to stop a division of the mob and started a gang war? Sorry that his wife had to pay the price to make it end!?
He slowly turned around, ready to start shouting, to start screaming, who in their right mind would dare stare at him while he grieved for someone he loved, someone he’d lost, and tell him that.
Who would dare?
(had to do it like this, ask box was too small)
She wasn’t sure what had prompted her to go to the cemetery that day. She did occasionally visit, just to see if anyone had come to visit her… It gave her comfort to see if there was some sign that she was missed.
And yet, despite it all, she never returned home. She desperately wanted to, but… This was the second time that she had vanished and been believed dead. Somehow, it just didn’t feel right for her to return home after what she had done. She felt like she didn’t really deserve to join the family again.
How could they forgive her for vanishing a second time?
It was that fear that kept her away.
However, when she saw Flash kneeling there in front of her grave… She knew that she should just walk away without a word. Yet, despite what her mind was saying, her heart was suddenly filled with longing, and she couldn’t stop herself from moving towards him.
When he spoke and turned around, Lucina quickly turned her gaze to the ground, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She had almost been afraid that Flash wouldn’t recognize her.
After the war, she had sustained several injuries that had scarred, along with one above her left eye. Of course, her eye was still usable, but the scar still lingered as a constant reminder of what had happened whenever she looked in the mirror.
She had cut her hair short and kept it short, taking every precaution she could to keep people from recognizing her. Of course, it pained her to cut her hair, but it was something that she had felt needed to be done.
“…I’m sorry, Flash…” She whispered again, closing her eyes and feeling the tears start to flow again. She then backed away, instantly regretting that she had approached him. How would he react to seeing her like this.