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blue eyes focused out the window of the ski chalet, a glass of chardonnay in her hand as she heard him come in, but kept her eyes focused on the snow falling outside, sipping her glass before speaking.     ❛     every time i ran, i ran to you.     ❜

The stars. She’s spent her entire life more concerned with the ground beneath her feet than the sky over her head. The sky is not her domain, not her responsibility. It had been easier to pretend that the terror that descends every year, didn’t exist until it happened. It is the way most of her race handles the warriors from the stars. The ones that will come for their tribute. Tribute made up of food and medical supplies, along with whoever the skrull chose among the population. Members of her race who return again different. Changed. With a hunger to leave their home behind again. Some had, most had, and never come home again. 

Wanda had suffered as much as anyone. First her parents, and then her twin brother. But she had been counseled by the elders, and consoled by those that had also lost people. There is nothing to be done. To keep the peace, everyone had to make sacrifices. Some though more than others. Because her people are not warriors. They are farmers. Nuturers. Care takers of their world. For all their advances they have no weapons. No way to defend themselves. And would not know how to even if they did.

And for many years it has gone like this. Until the Skrull demanded for too much. More supplies than the planet could continually yield without adverse effects. Taking more than ever from the population, and even gone against their original agreement. Requisitioning children. Children that unlike their adult counterparts were never returned. Even a peaceful people such as her’s are; could not continue to turn a blind eye.

So they had sent out a distress call. Reaching out into the universe for aid. They had not held much hope for a response; but it had to be tried. There had to be others. Worlds not unlike their own. Worlds that did know the ways of war. Worlds that might help them break free of the oppressors they had lived for centuries in service too. Weeks had gone by, the Skrulls return growing closer. And what little hope they had possessed dwindled. But then....

❛ can you not --- --- look at me like that ?? ❜

she has made mistakes in her life, and sometimes they were hard to admit to. one mistake one could say she made was kissing her ex husband after nearly dying. not smart. another mistake ?? kissing her ex husband when she had a NOT boyfriend too. and a third mistake, is not telling her ex husband about her not boyfriend and letting him find out by himself. and she got that him finding out probably hurt him --- no, it definitely would, but she still held her chin u, in some sort of wrongful pride.

There’s an easy grin in the wake of the wave and the smile given to him. Something more important than his father’s job. He’s not lying. Pops never missed a birthday. Not once in his Zach’s entire life. But missing this one, wouldn’t have been held against the other. Zach was a grown man, not a child. He got how life could get in the way of things. Like holidays, birthdays, other life events.

           “Thanks Po---”

The moment his father moves, his gaze is drawn to the barrel. One brow quirking up again. It’s...giant. And his mind is racing trying to work out what in the hell could even be in it. Since  clearly it isn’t liquor. Root beer maybe? It was his favorite pop but that seemed a little ridiculous. Then again ridiculous was sometimes something his parent was exceptional at.

            “Pops....what.....”

And he’s pulling his shirt on. Stepping out into the hall, Bozo following behind. Only to switch his path, and come to settle at Pops’ feet.  Zach wrapping his knuckles on the top of the barrel, curiously.  Giving it a nudge only to find it rather solid and rather heavy. If his building didn’t have an elevator he’d question how the hell his father even got it up here to the  twentieth floor. And when he speaks again, there’s an amused tone to his words. Leaning a bit on the edge of the barrel.

In random order.

1.  Classic American Literature { Hint: drink up me hearties yo ho!}2.  Tolkien (hobbit + LOTR) - Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood [arrowedagent]3.  MCU  - Clint Francis Barton [ arrowedagent ]4.  Twilight (no hate please) - Emmett Cullen [ the-blackest-spider ]5.  Classic American Literature {Hint: He chased the arrow his friend shot}6.  Resident Evil (movie verse)  {Hint: S.T.A.R.S.}7.  Anne Rice -  Lestat de Lioncourt [ arrowedagent ] 8.  James Bond (WHICH BOND) - Daniel Craig [ arrowedagent ]9. Ripper Street (cookies to people that know what it is) {Hint: Smarter than he looks}10. Supernatural {Hint: Not necessarily breathing}

Bonus:

Assassin’s Creed {Hint: There at the beginning}

Disney Princess - Belle [ arrowedagent ]

Golden Girls {Hint: Don’t make it angry. It’s scary when it’s angry}

In random order.

1.  Classic American Literature 2.  Tolkien (hobbit + LOTR) 3.  MCU  - Clint Francis Barton [ @arrowedagent ]4.  Twilight (no hate please) 5.  Classic American Literature 6.  Resident Evil (movie verse)  7.  Anne Rice -  Lestat de Lioncourt [ @arrowedagent ] 8.  James Bond (WHICH BOND) - Daniel Craig [ @arrowedagent ]9. Ripper Street (cookies to people that know what it is)10. Supernatural -

Bonus:

Assassin’s Creed

Disney Princess - Belle [ @arrowedagent ]

Golden Girls

In random order.

1.  Classic American Literature 2.  Tolkien (hobbit + LOTR) 3.  MCU 4.  Twilight (no hate please) 5.  Classic American Literature 6.  Resident Evil (movie verse)  7.  Anne Rice - Lestat de Lioncourt [ @arrowedagent ] 8.  James Bond (WHICH BOND) - Daniel Craig [ @arrowedagent ]9. Ripper Street (cookies to people that know what it is)10. Supernatural - 

Bonus:

Assassin’s Creed

Disney Princess - Belle [ @arrowedagent ]

Golden Girls