May 16, 2014
"I trusted you!"
"I’m not lying!”
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"I trusted you!"
"I’m not lying!”
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Peter woke up, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He looked around, his eyes fuzzy, realsing all of a sudden he had no idea where he was. His eyes widened as he stared aroud the room, which appeard to be just a regular apartment. Somethig about it felt almost.. familiar? But he was certain he had never been here before.
Suddenly, a crackle sounded throughout the room. Peter looked up, realising that there was a voice coming out of a small speaker above his head.
The feminim voice coming out of the speaker explained that a biochemical accident caused everyone in the building with severe memory loss, and that all occupants would be quarantined.
The announcement ended. Peter sat motionless, trying to asorb the information. He had no idea who he was anymore. No inkling of the person he had once been.
His eyes landed on another figure in the room, she was unrecongnisable and he had no recollection of knowing her before. But she was here with him, which means they must have met before. Right?
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Peter turned his eyes onto hers.
"Hey. I’m guessing you’re as confused as me?"
Morning / Break / AU / Tender (//i couldn't decide, so you can choose whichever one you want :D)
"This isn’t my bed…Tasha why am I not in my bed?" Clint mumbled, sitting halfway up, wincing as stitches in his chest pulled taught against the skin. "Lie back down, idiot. You got hurt, my place was closest, and you didn’t want to go to medical." She rolled her eyes, leaning back against the headboard, Liho curled in a little black ball on her lap. "Hey, kitty kitty kitty…" Clint murmured, slouching closer to her, leaning his head against her side, skritching the cat’s back as it purred in the warm morning sunlight streaming in through the window. "Thanks, Tasha."
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Addie sat back in her seat and glared openly at the person standing before her. “If you’ve come to ask me about my loyalties then you should go right back out the door you just walked into. Because loyalty was never in my job description.” She scoffed before looking away an unreadable look on her face.