#cheryl blossom imagine

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Summary:  two new blonds enter the picture and the plot continues. Sorry this isn’t plot more of me getting back into wrighting.

autor’s note: sorry it took so long for me to post the new chapter. let me know what you think.

part 1-part 2-part 3-part 4- part 5-part 6

Of all the people Fury could have sent to accompany Wanda, Maria, Val, Pepper. No, it had to be Carol. Now was probably the time to get nervous cause if Carol knew, so would your mom. Those two had no secrets for each other, and Carol was kind of sap if it came to your mom.

More than once, you had found them in a compromising position. You had also seen more of both women than you would ever want from parental figures.

On the other hand, you also knew that Carol would be the most lenient with you when she heard the whole story. You did, however, play the role of the scolded teenager like everybody else would do if they were called to the principal. So you avoided eye contact when she tried to make it.

People looking in on the scene saw a parent picking up their kid.

When she stopped right in front of you, you only saw the black of her combat boots. You looked up at her from under your lashes, hoping to gain some leverage over her. Carol was much softer to you than your mother, and you could get away with way more than with your mother. The look in her eyes told you something different.

Instead of the bright blue eyes, you were met by a cold stare. Is this what she looked like for rookies who started at shield?

“I am very disappointed in you (Y/N). Maybe Natasha and I have been too lenient with you and letting you live here alone. You just wait until your mother hears of this.” Carol says in her most severe Captain Danvers voice. Okay, now you definitely felled like those recruits on their first day.

“come on!” without another word, Carol turns on her heels and walks away. You follow three paces behind her with your eyes glued to the ground. When you walk through the hall, you have the feeling like everybody is watching you. Mor, like everybody, is watching Carol and her aura those screams badass.

People seemed to have gathered outside, but for a whole different reason. Everybody seemed to have swarmed around Carol’s restored vintage mustang. The car was a gift from you to Carol a couple of years ago when she and your mom ‘official’ came together.

Carol walks over to Wanda, who stood just outside the swarm of people, for a quick conversation. This allows Cheryl to lunge herself at you. The last the redhead had seen of you was when you were led to the principal’s office, and then a stoic looking blond had walked into the school. For some reason, the blond screamed military, and for some reason, that explained a whole lot of things about you.

“are you okay? Are you hurt in any way? What happened?” Cheryl’s questions are being fired at you in quick succession that it almost feels like she is rambling.

“I’m okay, Red. They gave me a two-week suspension and called one of my moms.” You explain that you might as well uphold the lie if your mom was coming home, and it would be suspicious otherwise. Even with that, Cheryl didn’t seem keen on letting go, and you might have taken advantage to get some more hugs. You would have to miss her for at least a week.

“Also, I’m going to be gone for a while. Some trouble at home that needs my attention.” That information makes Cheryl let go of you and stares at you in disbelief, and even what looked like a pout.

“how long?” her question wasn’t anything more than a whisper, and she sounded so small.

“not longer than a week, I promise. In the meantime, Wanda will drive you to school, and if home becomes too much, know you are always welcome at mine even if I’m not there.” You reassure her while pulling her into another hug, giving her temple a little peck. After that, you tear yourself away from her and walk toward Carol. Who is fighting not to let her stoic masker crack. On the way, you make eye contact with Wanda, who gives you an understanding not.

With a heavy sigh, you sink into the passenger seat of Carol’s car, making a point of not looking at your classmates. Part is keeping up appearances, and interest is not wanting to look at Cheryl’s heartbroken face. It has never been so hard to leave on a mission in the past.

Getting two weeks from the drama that was Riverdale high seems like a relief but having to leave Cheryl behind seemed like torture in your mind,

Carol seemed to pick up on your mood halfway toward the house, and she had to admit you looked kind of like her when Natasha was away on a mission, even if anybody who would point it out would get a fist to the gut.

“Hey, kid, come up. It’s not like you leave her forever, and when your mom is back, you can introduce her to your little girlfriend.” Carol teases, seeing the blush appear on your cheeks. It was good to see you act like a normal teenager. Sometimes people forget you were still that, a kid trying to figure out who they are. So it was refreshing to see you, crush over a pretty girl.

“sheisntmygirlfriend.” You mumble under your breath, turning even redder.

“what was that? I didn’t quite hear that.” Carol teases, nudging you with her shoulder.

“she isn’t my girlfriend.” You repeat a little louder.

“yet.” Carol counters.

You were tapping your finger on the steering wheel as you waited. 'Sweet American Pie’ playing in the background. When Carol gave you the location of your mom’s extraction, you had hoped it would be a little more remote, and instead, it was in some dark alley that smelled of fish.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to wait long. The moment the door handle moved, you had your gun from under your seat and pointed at whoever opened it. Blond hair moved as they aimed their own gun at you?

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