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“  you...  you  shouldn’t  involve  tony  in  this.  ”  the  haunted  look  in  tony’s  eyes  as  confided  in  her  at  the  museum  had  struck  a  nerve  so  deeply  in  the  pit  of  maría’s  stomach.  that  look  was  enough  to  give  her  the  courage  to  initiate  the  conversation  at  hand.  riff  was  tony’s  friend  but  he  was  different.  he  made  her  anxious  in  a  way  she  couldn’t  quite  place  but,  she  had  to  do  this  for  tony.  for  his  peace  of  mind.  for  him  to  be  able  to  see  the  change  he  wanted  so  badly  for  himself  through  to  its  completion.  “  he’s  trying  to  change  for  the  better.  ”  with  a  sigh,  the  anxiety  melts  away  and  she  begins  to  speak  freely.  “  and  —  and  i  don’t  know  what  i’ll  do  if  something  happens  to  him.  ”  /  @beguilcd​

WILLOW ( @beguilcd​ ) said ‘ i just have some worries , as well as some concerns that could potentially turn into outright fears . oh , there they go . they are fears now . ’ 

@beguilcd said: ❝ and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. ❞ / -wanda

Agatha’s head dipped, Wanda’s words seeming to strike a chord with her. “But, we keep living. For them.” She found herself saying. “Our memory keeps them alive.” She’s silent for a moment, as she considers this-- She had loved and lost; so had Wanda. The world felt black and white without them. In a way, she knew how Wanda felt- to simply watch someone slip away from this world was cruel. 

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         It's not exactly easy to find if you've never been there before. Whereas Tony and Elektra wrap themselves in what can only be described as splendor, apparently Bruce doesn't give a damn. His text's vague, and she's glad she knows the block.

It takes longer than she wants it to and, by the time she finally finds his apartment, the sunrise is an hour behind her. Still golden outside, in spite of the chill. A clear sign she's been awake too long. By now she'd be on her train, sleeping and trying to ignore hunger long enough to get where she's going and get some sleep.

She was nearly home free, the ship was there, the hanger was empty. Or at least, it had been. She pauses on the ramp, acutely aware of someone behind her. “I-uh....this isn’t what it looks like?”

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         “of all the million places, we both ended here..” eddie’s voice was soft as the heart monitor was beeping rhythmically in the background. the smell of the hospital fucked with his sense of smell, sure, but he was smiling for a moment either way. his arm--or lack there of--was giving him some problems from the pain, sure..but..