𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘚 / ᴍɪssʜᴀᴘᴇɴ. *

ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅsʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏғ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪғᴏʀᴍ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴏғ sᴀᴍᴇ.

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ETHAN.*

“Was that your husband?” He asked the other and chuckled teasingly. He didn’t mind the collision, because she didn’t weight that much and he still had his baring. “No you are okay. It was my fault too. We were both in a rush I am sure.” he smiled and looked at her. “What’s got you so stressed?”

“Nope, my daughter.” She gave a chuckle. “It’s short for Charlotte. Usually people call her Lotte but I have my own sleeve of nicknames.” She said bemused. At his other question, however, that bemusement faded. “Oh you know, all the stuff. Especially with the holidays coming about.” And Sentinel Service cracking the whip over everyone. 

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CHARLOTTE.*

Charlotte grinned at her mother and even though Sugar Plum seemed like such a baby nickname she found it sweet. “Hi, Mama.” There’s a softness in her voice only reserved for her mother and siblings. Even then mostly for her mother. “I’m looking for a picture of Clark and me when we were… Oh, probably five or six? We had those antlers on our heads. I thought it was upstairs but I couldn’t find it.” The young woman hadn’t exactly been thrilled by all of the embarrassing childhood photos but at least they were in the basement hidden away. “It’s my week to remind Clark we shared a womb.” It was a joke they had and probably one their mother wasn’t all that thrilled for. “This week is cheesy Christmas photos.”

Mama. It should of been a normal word,but from the sound of it and her daughter’s tone she found her heart becoming mush. At the mention of the picture Jane couldn’t keep her grin hidden. “that particular picture... gotta admit it was a favorite of mine. Still is... which is why I keep it on me.” She reached into her purse, pulling out her wallet. It took a few seconds, bbut she found the picture. It was a bit folded, a bit crossed, but still  good picture. “Hereya go hun.” Then, she let out a laugh. “i’m sure he’s going to love that.” She chuckled, thinking of her son’s reaction to his sister’s antics. She offered her hand to Charlotte to help her up. “And you can’t forget the movies, or the songs, or the decorations. All that cheesy stuff.”

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LINC.*

“Someone needs to be right?…especially around these parts.” Linc added with a warm smile now, sometimes he found himself wondering just how he was capable of it being who he was and all. 

She gave a small smile at that, and a laugh that showed her amusement clear. “Yeah, thats very true.” She found herself agreeing. “I’m Jane by the way.”

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ANDY.*

His fists clinched. Andy had always suspected that the SS had something to do with their disappearance or at least used it as an excuse for people not to question that they had abandoned the world they swore to protect. He had no facts to prove it though as it had been years ago and he was only a kid when it happened. “I never thought they would,” and maybe he still didn’t think they’d just leave, “especially not Hawkeye and Captain America.” Maybe Iron Man but that was cause a man like Tony Stark could change his mind if he wanted to. Just quit cause it was a Tuesday and he was bored. “But if they did… I still wouldn’t blame them.”

Her lips pursed at the mention of those two specifically. “Why them?” She found herself unable to not ask, her curiosity astounding. Her hand clenched, she didn’t mean it to happen, but it did. “I would.” Maybe she sounded cold, callous, she couldn’t bring herself to care. “If they abandoned us, willingly, I’d blame them.” She declared. “They made a promise to us all. They made a pledge. If they died, or got stuck, I wouldn’t blame them but if they left us... if they simply abandoned us without any sort of fight--” She shook her head. “I can’t imagine it. I won’t.”

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LINC.*

The collision caused him to jump, though he was able to gather himself enough to freeze the phone before it fell to the floor and indeed move to hold it out to her. “No biggy…trust me.” Lincoln added with a small smile. “I can get wrapped up in my own world too sometimes.” 

“i’ve practically turned it into a art form.” She said bashfully. “Getting caught in  my own world...” She gave out a sigh. “Thank you though, for being a understanding person.”

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CLARICE.*

“Well then, come on, let’s go on a search with me. Booze isn’t going to find itself.” Clarice urged the woman to come follow he. It would take her mind off things, that’s for sure.

“That sounds fun.” And while she wouldn’t reach the rewards she wouldn’t mind a bit of adventure. “i’m Jane by the way.”

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ANDY.*

Andy was angry. It could’ve been a trap to lure them out or a cry for them to come out but… Andy didn’t blame the heroes who were still alive for hiding. He was only fifteen when the first round of disappearances had happened. Captain America, Scarlet Witch, Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, Hawkeye… The list only went on and on. “We reap what we sow.” Andy finally said as he moved away from the wall, his voice sounding sad almost. “I don’t blame them.”

“They didn’t leave us.” It was a statement she made without glancing at the man, her eyes not leaving the wall. “I knew him. Thor. And I knew enough about the others to know they didn’t just leave us. Something happened. I’m sure of it.”

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CHARLOTTE.*

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There’s something that happened when you were born a twin. Your soul was split and shared between two people. You looked in the mirror and you didn’t just see your face but another. Even as a fraternal twin there’s that bond that can’t be broken. For Lottie she missed her brother dearly wherever he was in the world at the moment. She didn’t know. Yet she knew that he was safe and he was happy at least. Lottie, however, would never admit out loud just how much she missed him – even as she went down to the basement and dug through some of the boxes marked Charlotte and Clark. She had just seen him a few days ago but it felt like forever in her heart. “Mom?” she called out to the woman, unsure if she heard the woman’s footsteps or those of one of the other children. “Can you help me?”

“Hey sugar plum.” she greeted with a playfulness to her tone as she approached her eldest. She recognized those boxes, those albums. The one she held onto tightly as the twins began to grow. Pictures of them in their younger years. Embarrassing ones and cute ones, all kinds of ones. “What you up to?” She asked cheerily. Happiness she only felt herself able to wear with one of her own children or one of the foster children. “I thought you hated all those.” She noted with a note of amusement, remembering her children’s lack of fondness for all their bathtub ones. 

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LOKI.*

“Unfortunately not, so if you see the big oath do feel free to send him me way.” He wasn’t and possibly wouldn’t ever find himself living with the possibility that his brother may be dead, as much as they had their differences that was the last thing Loki wished. “Older sister that Odin locked away, rather common with the people he calls children apparently.” To him it was easy to shrug it off, he believed the Asgardians were safe and they were certainly the heart of all Asgard had been. Somewhere else would be found and Asgard would be restored…or that was how it was supposed to go. “Don’t speak of it like that, you’ll make me wish I hadn’t.” A sarcastic joke of course but a point nonetheless.  

“I...” It wasn’t that she was hesitating to send Thor to Loki. They were brothers. Who despite their fights wouldn’t kill each other. It was more like, she wasn’t sure there was a Thor to send to Loki. That there was any version of him that lived besides the one tossed back in time like Loki himself. She would of laughed at that if not for the worry she felt. it wasn’t fondness on her face, actually it was. Not for Loki himself, but for the situation of him and Thor being on the same side. Also the fact he didn’t seem so homicidal anymore. “I doubt that.” she said, a bit of laughter in her tone. “but, I am glad you guys resolved everything.”Se was happy for Thor, even if their relationship didn’t turn out perfectly. 

[queensweasley]

 500 700 Followers Celebration: TOP 25 FAVORITE MCU LADY AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ⤖ 22. Jane Foster 

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STEVE.*

“Hmm,” the man said, looking down. His cheeks seemed to color slightly, reddening at the note from her. “That’s nice, I guess,” Steve said, looking back up to her finally. “I am still trying to figure out if this world ever had a Captain America… or if I’m really still ‘me’ sometimes.” He was still pretty in the dark about everything that had been happening… and answers would be nice.

Her expression softened at his words. That doubt in his tone... it was easy to forget about... how not-easy it was to be a hero. The world’s hero. Captain America. Her lips pressed together and she debated how to go about her explanation--because she had to give one. It had to be done. Said. “Do you know what year it is?” She began with, her voice gentle. 

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LOKI.*

“Ah…my favorite Midgardian. How are things? I hear you dumped my dear older brother.” After all the last time he’d seen the woman had been far before he and Thor had settled their differences…not too long after Odin’s death. “Oh I am very magically inclined but I prefer my name over the derogatory name children use…-since witches to them are fictional characters sorted into houses.” 

A chuckle passed, strange how angry she remained and yet his brother was nowhere in sight. At the time he’d last seen her he’d had sympathy for her…even for his brother; to love someone that you were to outlive by a rather large margin was a tragic tale at best. “I survived, though I am also from the past…far more happened after you and Thor departed ways…-” A smirk came to pass his lips, though it soon came to pass at the thought of his fallen home. “Odin is dead, I aided Thor in saving the Asgardians from our rather nutty older sister and Asgard is no more…-but do feel free to continue the hateful gazes, you know how I LOVE THEM.”

She wondered just how many Midgar---HUMANS that he knew. Her lips pursed, an odd comment. After all, that break up was more then a decade ago. Over two decades, almost. Wow did time fly. At his words, she laughed. “Harry Potter references? How do you even--- never mind that.” her arms crossed over her chest, giving him a wary look. she had to be wary. there was no other options to be around Loki. Whether he saved her life or not, see---HE SAVED HER LIFE. It was easy to forget in all her anger. He did save her life. Her suspicion loosened, as did her wary expression. 

“The past.” That felt like a shock to the system. Why hadn’t she even considered--- well, she was never known to think when she was angry. Put the anger away. There was no reason for it, not yet, he hadn’t done anything besides being obnoxious. “So you have no idea what happened to Thor then.” Had she be hoping he had? Damn. “Wait---WHAT? Asgard is no more--you have a sister?” It sounded like a soap opera almost. She gave him a brief glare at his last words, annoyance clear on her expression. Then, finally, his words dug in. “You helped Thor save Asgard.” Despite herself, despite her utter aggravation with Loki... a smile tugged unwittingly at her lips. “You guys fought together. On the same side...TOGETHER.” She almost wished she could see it, how happy it must of made Thor. 

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STEVE.*

He raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t really a ‘secret’ anymore, it wasn’t like he maintained a huge secret identity nor worried too much about his credit rating. It wasn’t like there wasn’t a museum display dedicated to him and his life. Still, being recognized here of all places was a bit of a surprise. “Well… yes…” he finally said, nodding. “You’ve heard of me?” 

Her lips pressed together, eyes growing in her confusion. Did he have any idea...? She wondered what she could say, what was the right thing to say, point out their common acquaintance? Make sure he knew this world wasn’t the same as he remembered? Again? He looked so young. How young was he? “You’re one of the avengers,” She began, watching his reaction. “Everyone has heard of you.” 

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STEVE.*

He gave the pretty girl a smile as he handed her phone back, taking the offered hand. “Hi… Steve Rogers,” he replied to her, meeting her eyes with his own. “I don’t mean to keep you from home… there’s little any more important than family. Especially in the world we’re living it, it seems.” 

“Steve Rogers.” she repeated incredulously. Then she remembered, the news had been speaking about it but she had yet to see it with her own eyes. People from the past. “Like... Captain America Steve Rogers?” Of all the people to run into... it was bizarre. “Oh don’t worry bout it, they’re not expecting me back for a while.” She had errands to run, errands that, in this moment, could wait.

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ERIK.*

The majority of Erik’s time was spent researching. He researched himself, other mutants, deaths, the sentinels, whatever information seemed to be important. As far as he could tell, his future version of him was either dead or on his deathbed. Since there were no reports, just missing case files, Erik assumed the latter was the case. If only he could find him, hear his stories… Erik wanted to know if the years had turned the man jaded, or softened him. The idea was more than intriguing to him.

As he was reading- the newspaper of all things, most certainly giving his age away- a careful hand moved a toy truck across the table he was sitting at. It was subtle enough for most to ignore, but if you looked closer, you could see he wasn’t touching it. The toy truck came to a sudden stop and Erik looked up at the observer with a hard, almost threatening gaze.

A newspaper. That was a new one. Most people didn’t read them anymore, including Jane herself. The only time she ever got Newspaper was when one of the kids brought in a stray. She was passing by when she took note of the toy truck on the table. That looked like one of Tommy’s--but wait. That man wasn’t touching it. No, he wasn’t. It was clear. At his gaze, threatening as it was, turning to her she pressed her lips together for a moment before speaking. “Sorry, just... staring into space. Lots on my mind.”

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STEVE.*

A hand whipped out and caught the phone with almost superhuman reflexes. “Sorry,” said the barrel chested blonde man as he carefully slipped it back into the woman’s palm. His eyes moved past her, down the street and then back to the shorter woman. “Are you okay? Most things don’t ‘bounce’ off me well…” 

“Thank you.” She said, eyes blinking at the ease in which he caught it. The reflex---was he a mutant? Or maybe he was just a really good reflexes guy or--something else. His face did look a bit familiar. “Yeah, I’m fine--thank you! Again, I already said that.” Her lips pursed. “I’m Jane, nice to meet you.’ She spoke offering her hand. 

[hermiome]

She’s strong in ways you’d never even know.