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"Welcome back to SHIELD, Agent Oswald."
Mission Accomplished. Clara smiled and shook Coulson's hand. "I think I'll just go 'round and introduce myself, get familiar with everyone." She was dismissed, and then began wandering. She passed by the lab, and spotted somebody inside. She peeked her head in, and put on her best smile. "Hey, I'm Clara. Clara Oswald. I worked at SHIELD before. Fitz, isn't it?"
"So what are we going to do? Should we call Fitz to come get us out?" Clara suggested. "Though, who knows with him. We might get in touch with him, we might not. It’s a lottery with him, it is." She opened her eyes and looked at her roommate. "Have you got any suggestions?"
The brunette vaguely thought about how she almost preferred the humiliation in being in the backseat of a cop car to the cold, eerie cell they were shown to when they finally arrived. A few other people scattered the small room and although they didn't utter a single word to them, their staring eyes failed to look away, causing Bonnie to feel slightly uncomfortable and move over to the other side with Clara by her side.
Her anxious mood wanted to keep her on her feet, pacing repeatedly -- or simply do anything but remain still. However, she made herself settle for one of the hard benches, tucking her legs up against her chest as her back leaned against the cold, stone wall.
"Reaching Fitz would be a miracle in itself," Bonnie answered the other young woman with a light, humourless laugh, "but I think he's all we've got for now."
The one con to starting your life over in a new city? Takes more than a month or two to gain friends close enough to bail you out of jail in the middle of the night.
"Your bathroom is quite possibly the messiest bathroom I've ever seen!"
"Hol -- where did you even come from?! You just scared me half to death!"
[ I'd like to apologize for being so damn slow on getting the gicons done! I'm working on them a little bit at a time, but I'm afraid I get distracted very easily. They will be done soon though, I promise! Thanks for being so patient guys! ]
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MASTERLIST OF MEMES
✈ our muses on a flight together
Clark was very hesitant about this plane thing. He’d never flown. Until Fitz mentioned it, actually, he hadn’t known it was a common way of travel. He’d heard about traveling by plane, but it had never been something he’d like to do. He never really went anywhere farther than where he could travel on foot.
Needless to say, he was a nervous wreck. “Is this properly safe? I know not all pilots who go flying come back. Look at Amelia Earhart. She disappeared.” It took a lot of reassurance for him to even get on the plane. “These things are giant! How does it work? This plane must be too big to fly.”
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MASTERLIST OF MEMES
ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours
Dear Fitz,
First of all, I’d like to thank you for all of your help. It was pretty crazy yeah? Being sent to the future or whatever. Never thought it’d happen to me. It might’ve taken some time to get me back, but you did it. I knew you could—- you know, after the doubt. Anyway, if you’re finding this letter, it means I’ve now returned to my own time— or died. Hopefully it’s the former. I’m pretty sure that’s what it’ll be. This is only goodbye for now, friend. I’m almost 100 percent positive I’ll see you again one day. Don’t prove me wrong this time, alright?
-Clark
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MASTERLIST OF MEMES
♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle
Lies- Marina and the Diamonds
"What the hell!" Clark shouted, storming into the lab with a piece of paper in his hand. "You’ve known how to send me back for months and you haven’t even bothered to share this information with me?” He was furious with his friend at the moment. “I’m sorry— I just wasn’t ready.” Clark scoffed, slamming the now crumpled up paper down on the table. “I can’t believe you lied to me, I thought we were friends.” He turned around and left the lab, unable to even see straight.
Fitz sighed, and smoothed the paper out. He hadn’t meant to lie, but he wasn’t ready to send Clark back to his own time. It was going to be hard. Over the past few months, getting to know him and calling him friend; They were quite possibly the best months of his life. And in an instant, they were over. What he had to do now was send Clark back, no matter how badly it hurt him to do so.
