Juniper glanced up when there was a knock at her door and she put down the book she had been reading, carefully sliding the bookmark between the pages so as not to lose her place. She hadn’t been expecting visitors, so the fact that someone was at her door made her massively uncomfortable, even more so when the voice on the other side told her that it was Marshall - the man who was her handler.
She still didn’t fully understand what that meant. Nor did she fully understand what it meant to be trapped here, on a team. She’d heard people talking about missions, about going out and fighting other supers, being involved in rescue missions when there were natural - or not so natural - disasters… But that was all so… not her. She didn’t want to leave her room, let alone go somewhere where others might see her.
She wondered how Evie was getting on with trying to help make her look normal. She understood that she might not be as different as someone like Mira and that it could have been worse for her but she couldn’t shake her mother’s voice in her head they’ll be afraid of you or the fact that there was a scar on her wing from where the buckshot had gone into it when she’d been fired upon by the hunter who’d freaked out. She couldn’t unhear the arresting officers calling her names.
Realising belatedly that she hadn’t actually answered him, she cleared her throat, pushed her hair behind her ears and got to her feet, wings flexing restlessly behind her.