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patriixtisms
Peggy didn't remember anything. She knew her name was Margaret Carter, and that she hated being called Margaret. She knew she was twenty-six years old, but she didn't remember anything else. The brunette had been making do with what she had in New York City. Apparently, a family member had left her a large sum of money. According to the man; Nick Fury, she'd been in an accident and had been in a coma for six months.
The brunette walked down the streets of New York City. She headed through the city, towards her favorite bistro. She walked inside the bistro, glancing around. She spotted a man that looked familiar. Captain America. She felt an uncomfortable tugging at her heart, but ignored it, moving to sit down on the opposite side of the bistro from the man.
ghostybatter
This shop was so purple... There were seemingly random posters behind the counter, nonsense about missing animals and missing right legs... Strange things like that. With further inspection the boy saw that the reward for finding the missing right leg was a left leg... Below the counter was several baseball bats and rolls of some sort of tickets. In the left corner of the store was a huge black bag, it was almost bigger than Zacharie. All together, the place was pretty messy. It smelt rather smoky as well, not overly pleasant.
Zacharie was currently sitting on the counter with his legs to his chest and his mask on the floor. "It doesn't seem to be anywhere near home... Every thing is weird..." He grumps sadly, pouting to himself. Maybe if he got very bored he's wander outside even though it was scary.
mourningpurifier
It had been over three months and the soldiers were finally back. The mission had been long and difficult but, in the end they managed to achieve their objective.
They were all welcomed back like heroes, only one was rushed to the palace, the kings, clearly favoured, servant. He had been wounded during the last battle and need immediate medical care.
The other soldiers had all been anxious as they knew that their victory would mean nothing to the King if it had cost Zacharie's life.
As it was, he was being taken care of in the medical area of the palace and a soldier rushed to tell Batiste.
"My King!" He yelled as he entered the throne room but he hastily quietens down once he receives several nasty looks. "My King... You are needed in the medical ward. Zacharie has been injured."
Amnesia | Open
I wish I could go to sleep and wake up with amnesia
And try to forget the things I've done
I wish I knew how to keep the promises I made you
But life I guess it goes on
Yeah I know it goes on
You see I've learned it goes on
"I did it. I found someone that can make me forget." Castiel said, smiling happily at his friend. He'd searched for months- years even. Looking for someone that could wipe his memories like one wipes a computer hard drive. He could start over, start clean. Without his memories, the choices he's had to make plaguing him, he could finally be... Happy.