#dog persons

He thoughtfully rubbed the pad of his thumb over the engraving of his key, tapping the blade of the key on the iron table. To go or not to go. Tommy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew he'd looked strange, dressed in a rather warm hoodie and jeans in the middle of the Grecian sun. He finished his ice cream after a moment and pocketed his key, before getting up and leaving some euro coins on the table.

He made his way off the island he'd decided to explore that afternoon. He felt the spray of the salty seawater as he raced past Italy, tore through the Gibraltar Strait and crossed the Atlantic Ocean, all within minutes. He was keeping a relatively easy pace, preferring to take a little bit longer to dash over the ocean as he thought.

It had almost been a year since the Young Avengers disbanded. Since Cassie died. Should I go to the memorial? He wanted to. But chances were the rest of the team were going to be there. Tommy still hadn't forgiven them for quitting --sometimes he wondered if he ever would-- and they'd be pissed if they found out he was still heroing.