REAL LOVE BABY.

as it turned out, even if you woke up one morning more confused than not, with a feeling of heaviness and dreadfulness clutching your chest and the inability to place where it was coming from. even if you had to puzzle your life back together as best as you could with all the missing pieces, you could always rely on exercise to take away some of the tension. and so there she was, in one of new york’s shadiest and less known gyms, punching the bag as if her life depended on it. 

“ten more minutes and it is all yours.” sweat was dripping from her forehead as her head turned slightly to look at the other with a small smile. 

       the smell of  SWEAT  fills her nostrils  ,   non sensual grunts  ,   and weird  squeaking  on mats were all parts of the reason that skye has never really  worked out  in the past  .   and yet ?   she wakes up this morning with an  URGE  to go to the gym  -  so alas  ,   with all her free time ?  she sneaks in  .   but  -  just because she can get in  ,   doesn’t mean she knows how to  use  any of the equipment  .  

it’s strange. possibly one of the strangest things he’s seen. well, in real life that is. his dreams tended to be as weird as this; sometimes he’d see something akin to blue fire or lightening come from his fingertips. sometimes there were aliens - and not the kind from any sci-fi movie he’s watched. but those were dreams. nonsensical things his subconscious brought up because of his tendency to lose hours to comic books. either way, that was fiction. this… thing was right THERE. he’d had to tilt his head back quite a bit just to take in all of it. his fingers twitch slightly; itching to not only touch it but draw it. immortalize it in his sketchbook. without turning to the person next to him, he practically breathes out, “what is this?”

“excuse me!” tony stark wa an adorned name, even with people who weren’t gifted. asking where stark industries was located wouldn’t hurt, right? not be questioned, even. the first person she caught eyes with would be the one to ask. “sorry, but do you know how to get to stark industries?” nothing but a new girl in new york, right? 

blue  eyes  are  focused  above  him,    it’s  dark,   cloudy,   it’s  about  to  rain—   or  so  he  predicts.    it’s  one  of  those  days  in  new  york,   quite  gloomy,    he  noticed  people  with  their  umbrellas  ready  JUST  IN  CASE,   but  there’s  a  tiny  piece  of  sky  that  still  lingers  bright,   a  hint  of  the  sun  hiding  behind  the  big  clouds.    perhaps  he  should  be  heading  out  soon,   but  for  the  first  time  in  a  while,   there’s  a  certain  feeling  of  peace  surrounding  him.    he  has  questions,   maybe  TOO  MANY  to  be  answered  easily,   but  for  one  moment,   and  thanks  to  the  freshly  brewed  coffee,   the  tranquility  pushes  them  away.    he  notices  a  stranger  just  a  few  feet  away,   then  looks  behind  him  to  pinpoint  what  could  possibly  bring  her  here.    all  the  seats  are  taken,   except  for  the  one  beside  his  table.     “ looking  for  a  seat,   ma’m? ”     steve  asks,   curiously,   as  her  presence  distracts  him  from  the  sight.     “that  one’s  empty   …   i  heard  they  serve  the  best  coffee  in  new  york  right  there,    this  place  is  at  the  verge  of  OVERFLOW,   god  knows  how  many  people  visit  in  one  day  alone. ” 

closed.     ›     @qvakesbound

seems like DAISY JOHNSON  SKYE  didn’t survive thanos’ snap. what does this mean for the future of QUAKE? hopefully their +QUICKTHINKING, as well as their -IMPULSIVENESS will keep them sane through it all.