La Femme crie

"Where's your coat?" the strong and deep voice of Drake Van Millé demanded as he caught sight of the little bird in front of him.

Evelyn, Evie, Caveleighr sighed as she sent the business man a sharp glare. "None of your concern, Monsieur Van Millé. And the at last glance, I was not in your care until after the cérémonie de mariage," she remarked in between French and English seamlessly as she moved towards the front hall.

Before, the young heiress had made it three steps forward, Drake had grabbed her by the elbow. She was halted in her tracks by the tall muscular man in front of her. Evie tried to pull away from the brute but to no avail was she able to escape from his grasp.

"You let go of me, you big brute, this instant," she demanded in an angry tone.

"What are you going to do if I don't doll?" he questioned in a bored and disinterested voice. He knew that the little bird was nothing but that, a bird. She wouldn't be able to do anything, her father wouldn't take her word, it was hers against his. Howard Caveleighr trusted Drake more than he did his own daughter, a blessing for Drake and curse for Evie.

"I'll scream, I'll scream so loud that your eardrums will shatter," she answered through gritted teeth as Drake's grip tightened. Evie suspected that she would have a bruise of his hand print on her arm.

"I doubt that," he smirked as he tugged her closer to him. He wasn't foolish to give the woman in front of him anything. He knew that she was a weakling, she was nothing compared to her father or older brothers.

Evie let out a loud shriek, that caused sonic waves to be released into the air. As she screamed, Drake was surprised. The brunette man promptly fell to ground, he tried to cover his ears from the Banshee shriek that was coming from his fiance. But even his hands couldn't stop the sound as his ears rang and bled. He tried to get her to stop, but he was completely helpless. He whimpered as she grew louder in volume.

Evie stopped her cries, she barely spared the whimpering man a glance as she stepped over him. She reached the front door, and simply walked out into the night to join Everett at the Nightingale. "Goodnight Monsieur Van Millé," she casually called over her shoulder as the door promptly shut behind her with a resounding thud.

-fin

This is a SAFE PLACE FOR ALL

Hi everyone, I know that yesterday and Monday I posted two pieces that were about political issues. I want to let you all know, that I will write whatever I feel I need to write, and sometimes it will be political pieces. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, I just want to write what I feel I need to write. Inequality is a huge thing that I've become passionate about, I grew up in a home, where I was told to treat everyone equally and the way that I would want to be treated. I know that I don't always do that, but I want to try and be respectful of other people's opinions and beliefs. 

I grew up in mixed race home, with a Mexican mother, and father who is 3/4 European and 1/4 Mexican. I have a mixed background, but I was born here in the United States, I happen to speak two languages, English and Spanish. I struggle with an identity of being American or Mexican. I'm proud to be Mexican-American, sure I don't know everything about the Mexican side of my heritage but my mom has tried to help me with that.

I want everyone to feel welcome to visit and read my blog. This is a safe place for everyone, you are allowed to be who you want to be. I do not want any hateful or racist comments. If you have your own opinion on something that you don't agree with me about let me know. I would like to get your perspective, I want to become a better well rounded person. I want to hear both sides of the story.

I am saying that this place is welcome for anyone and everyone. So, feel free to share your stories with me and each other.

Love lots of love

-ADF

YOU WILL NOT BREAK US

It's a barrier, not only to keep them out but to keep us in. It is a cage, a cage that will prevent those who can't afford to come here legally. Those who are desperate to escape the from the crime, violence, and drugs. This wall will divide us as a nation, with a wall all who are Mexican or of Mexican descent will be accused of being here illegally.

If he sends illegal immigrants back across the border, who is to say that he won't do it to other immigrants? We have no guarantees that he won't deport or prevent anyone from entering our country. We will be caged, but who will pay for this fucking wall?

Mexico has said over and over that they will not pay for it. Will American tax payer's pay this monstrosity? Why should we? I say to you Mr. President, if you want to build a wall, you should pay for it with your own money. You are a billionaire after all, why don't you pay for it?

This wall will divide us more than unite us. You will not make America Great again, you will Break America with a wall, our wallets emptied and what we stand for broken. We will fight against what you are trying to do to us and our country.

Shocking News (Amy x Clark)

Amy stared at the little stick in her hand, in disbelief. This was not something, she or Clark were expecting or planned for. The brunette photographer quickly and quietly walked out of the bathroom. She watched Clark from the doorway, he leaned against the headboard with a book in his hands. His face was full of concentration as he read what was in front of him.

Amy smiled at this sight, it was rare that the couple have time like this to themselves. With both of them dong their usual tasks at the Daily Planet, or Clark saving Metropolis as the Man of Steel, and sometimes the occasional Justice League call. The simple moments were the ones that Clark and Amy cherished the most.

Clark looked up at Amy and gave her a bright a bright smile. "You okay?" Clark wondered aloud.

Amelia didn't say anything, she instead moved forward. Proceeded to climb into the bed, and nestle herself in Clark's lap. He happily wrapped his arms around her waist. Once she settled and content, Amy pulled the pregnancy test from her robe pocket. she placed the test in Clark's hand. The photographer picked up the book that Clark had been reading and smiled as the realization of the book. A childhood favorite for the pair, Peter Pan.

The Man of Steel sat frozen, as he stared at the item, his wife had given to him. His attention move from the test to his Amy. "Really?" he asked in disbelief, as his bright blue eyes met his wife's dark brown colored eyes.

"Yeah, really," Amy answered as she wrapped her arms around Clark's neck. She placed a warm kiss on his lips, before pulling away.

The married couple shared an excited grin with each other, before Clark placed a protective hand on Amy's waist. "Should we schedule an appointment?"

Amy rested her head against Clark's shoulder, and gently moved to find a comfortable position. "Tomorrow, Clark, let's just have the rest of the day to ourselves," the photographer suggested with a warm smile.

-fin

As A WOMAN

As a woman, I have the right to dress how I want. Without judgement or cat calling. As a woman of Hispanic descent, I have the right to learn Spanish without your judgement or questions. As a woman, I have the right to equality of that of a man. Without your masculine complaints that it is not fair. As a woman I have the right to vote, to drive, to wear pants, to be feminine or masculine. We are equal, not one one gender is above the other. No race is stronger than the other, WE ARE EQUAL. As a citizen of the United States of America, I want the truth. I have the right to know what you will be doing to my country. I have the right to say no against change that will injure or harm others. I have the right to protect this land, the land that was given to us. WE ARE EQUAL, so why are we not treated equally?

Claw Prizes (TAG)

Ella smiled at Alan and Gordon but shook her head. She followed after Scott, while they were on the stairs, she could hear Alan telling Gordon that they should have gotten prizes for the claw machine. She softly giggled, as Scott grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to their room. Their room, which had at one point been Scott's room.

Ella flopped onto the bed, Scott did the same. She laid next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Scott wrapped an arm around his wife, and gently pressed a kiss to the mahogany locks. Both of them, just stayed cuddled together in bed for a while. It had been a stressful day for Scott, Kayo, and the family of Tracy's that had answered today's call.

"You know, it was kind of funny that Scott and Gordon managed to find an antique version of the claw game," Ella mumbled with a smile on her face.

Scott chuckled in response to Ella's comment. "That's true, but I don't think any of us will be touching that for a while. I remember when John used to win you all of those stuffed animals when we were kids," He recalled as he caught Ella's golden-brown gaze.

"I'm pretty sure most of my stuffed animals came from John winning them for me," Ella admitted as she looked at the small collection of stuffed toys that were on a shelf in their bedroom.

"I gave you a couple, too, Ella. Or have you forgotten the trips to the fair and circus when we were kids?" Scott asked with a mock offended tone.

Ella giggled, "That's true, you did win me a couple too."

-fin

A little drabble from TAG's Claw episode (either 2x12 or 2x13, can't recall off the top of my head).

Meeting the X-Men

Amy sighed as she watched the training that was going on in the War Room. This was not how she had wanted to meet the X-Men. The brunette SHIELD agent looked at Charles Xavier, a man who had been a friend with her grandmother.

"Don't worry, Amelia, they don't bite," Charles reassured the nervous agent with a warm smile.

Amy shook her head as she gave Charles an anxious smile. "Sorry, Professor, I just, in all of the years that I've worked with SHIELD, I never thought that I would be meeting the X-Men," she admitted as she looked at the group.

The brunette knew that the original members had been Cyclops, Jean Grey, and Storm. Eventually, Wolverine had joined them. Then, a few others had joined while they were still students at the Xavier Institute, Ice Man, Colossus, Shadow Kat, and Rogue. Then, Warren Worthington III, had joined them during the whole x-gene cure debacle, with Hank McCoy returning to help his friends. Amy had kept tabs on the group over the years, as she had grown to admire them. She never understood the prejudice people had against them.

They were amazing, they worked well together as a team of heroes. They split into groups but would regroup into a larger group, it wasn't that much different from what the Avengers had done in the past. She could easily see that some people worked better together than others. Rogue and Colossus were quite a team; the same could be used to describe the duo of Shadow Kat and Ice Man. Amy watched as Cyclops and Wolverine avoided each other, it was obvious that while they were good at playing together in the field that there was some sort of tension between the pair. She could only compare it to Captain America and Iron Man after what had happened during the 'Civil War'.

"Yes, they can sometimes have that effect on people. But they are a wonderful group, who have learned to work together to help save the world," Charles reminded her.

Amy shook her head as she watched the group, they had finished and Cyclops was now giving them direction on how well they had done. She could see that some people took the criticism in stride, while others were clearly not happy with it.

"They'll be out soon, let's wait for them," Charles directed her out of the control room and into the hallway just outside of the War Room door.

The doors opened to reveal the X-Men in their black tactical uniforms. Amelia Carter-Sousa took a quick glance to study the group. They were all exhausted from the training but there was also a hint of excitement at the success of a War Room assignment from the group that were still students.

"Professor," Cyclops greeted Charles as the brown haired mutant looked at Amy. Or least she thought, she couldn't be sure with the visor blocking Cyclops' eyes.

"Ah, Cyclops, X-Men, this is Agent 46, she works with--" Charles started to introduce.

"SHIELD," Cyclops interrupted, his voice had become cold. Amy could feel the glare that he was giving her as looked down at the ground, to avoid meeting the angry gaze that clearly belonged the X-Men leader. "What is a SHIELD Agent doing here?"

Amy's throat went dry at the amount of anger in Cyclops' voice. She had not expected a hostile meeting. Before the brunette female could answer, Charles spoke up for her.

"She is here, with a mission for you. And I expect you to listen to what she has to say. Miss Carter-Sousa is a family friend," Charles told the group.

Amy could see that Charles was looking directly at Cyclops and wondered if he was telepathically talking to him. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed as if that was the case.

"Fine," Cyclops ground out as he turned to his attention back to the petite agent.

She didn't look like an agent and it made Cyclops suspicious of her. She could understand his hesitation, she didn't look like the typical agent. She was petite, standing at only five feet two inches, she was an inch or two taller in her shoes. Her brown hair was just past her shoulder blades, it was wavy. But her face was probably the most unsuspecting thing, Amy had wide brown eyes that were often compared to a doe. Her lips were plump, which only made her look innocent like a doe. Many men had fallen for the soft innocent looks, not truly realizing that she was trained to be deadly and dangerous.

Charles led the group and Amy to the planning room, as they entered Amy studied the room. It was similar to the War Room's control room, except for the large table that was in the middle. She stood beside Charles, with Cyclops directly across from her. She softly frowned as she realized that Cyclops would be watching her like a hawk.