The Epoch of the Vigilant

Sophronia Venere remembered well how much time she had spent in SHIELD's interrogation rooms. The horrors she had witnessed, the truths she had brought to light and the admissions of guilt she had supplied. Some could call it art—wandering around a person’s mind so easily yet so carefully—opening the right cabinets, rummaging through the correct drawers, not touching things stenching of pain, trauma, guilt. She had been brought up for this—for being the one to know what they were thinking. To pry and to intrude. Telepathy, wordless communication was a craft long mastered. But when Sophronia chose to become a part of New York's shadows, she changed the course of her life drastically.What if Nick Fury decides to break her fantasy of quietness with an offer she cannot refuse? What if an azure-eyed man makes it easy to be honest after all these years? What if her life takes a turn for the better? The what-ifs keep following Sophronia Venere around. How will she choose?Note: This story is more focused on our heroine than on the romantic aspect—warning, it's a really long slowburn. I don't own Marvel's characters mentioned in the story apart from my own OCs. Beware! Updates are very sporadic.