Everything was dark, Micky walked around, looking for something, anything. She knew it was a dream and she knew she could control what she wanted to happen, but she didn’t want to, her guilt made her punish herself by thinking of the ways she would kill the team. Lightning them on fire, creating an earthquake, throwing rocks at them, taking away their air, breaking their necks, making them turn against each other. She repeated them, invented more, and every time she felt worse, she felt like a danger. Then again, she knew she was also the only one who could protect them, she didn’t know who else could help them. It was a heavy burden to carry by herself.
Moving around, she finally woke up, her jaw was clenched, she wasn’t happy with herself, part of her wanted to just disappear so she cou
