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Cora Hale (animosity) wrote in zfuturelogs,

"All good things I'm sure," she said sarcastically. She doubted that anyone in this little dump had a very high opinion of her. Not that she cared or at least she could pretend she didn't care. Being on top of the world meant never having to say you're sorry. Rebekah had spent far too many days apologizing and those days were over. She was queen now.

"Rogers?" Rebekah tipped her blonde head to the side as she thought about it. She couldn't recall a single Rogers and yet he smelled so much like that redhead, Natasha, the girl that Clint loved. This could have been her child and yet... Rogers? How had that happened? Rebekah had to admit to a certain curiosity there. She had thought Clint and Natasha shared some epic love. Wasn't that why she had turned Clint in the first place?

"Who is your father? Your mother is Natasha, isn't she?"