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Ella had been back in New York for about 3 weeks now, it was odd being back if she were honest. So many things were the same, yet so many things were different, though she too was different. A little over 5 years ago she left the only home she knew, and the friends she had made, to work at a hospital in California. In all honesty she needed to get as far away from New York as possible at the time, and though it had been difficult at first it was beyond worth it. She had been given the chance to work with UCLA’s medical research group, where she was able to make breakthroughs on medicine and conduct several preliminary studies; whilst working in local hospitals. 

Now though, she had been offered a position as a medical researcher at one of New York’s top private hospitals, an offer she couldn’t refuse. So here she was, 3 weeks in and at yet another party. She technically didn’t start until next week, but she needed to find an apartment and move and become re-situated with the city. She also took the time to be show-ponied around different parties so that donors felt at ease with her new research and so potential donors would consider her research. This was nothing new to Ella though, ever since she moved to California she had been to more parties than she could count, and by now she was expert. She knew how to flirt, be charming, professional, and persuasive. She knew the game and was more than willing to play. That didn’t mean she wasn’t bored, she took a sip of wine as she glanced around the room. She caught a glimpse of her reflection, she had on a knee length, blue, chiffon dress that hugged her curves and her chest, without being revealing. Her matching blue heels gave her a few inches and made her legs look a mile long. Normal curly hair was smooth and piled on her head, her new bangs framed her face and two curled pieces hung on either side of her face. Despite the lip imprint on her glass the nude-ish pink lip stick still looked fine and her eyes popped with her eye shadow, liner, and mascara. She wasn’t smiling though, so she placed a careful smile on her lips, always smile. 

She saw Doctor Reighlen motion to her, he was talking to someone, probably wanted to introduce her to another potential donor. She looked at the back of the person and couldn’t help but think they looked familiar. Her smile turned charming as she made her way across the room, and as she moved to stand next to the Doctor she almost dropped her glass. She knew her eyes widened, and she struggled to not let her mouth gape. Jack. No wonder the man has looked familiar, it was because he was familiar. She thought she had gotten past the fear or chance of meeting Jack, since he had yet to be at any party she had been to yet, and this was suppose to be a smaller more intimate party. Guess it was just luck, because here he was.  Doctor Reighlen obviously didn’t notice something was wrong because he just spoke, “Jack, I want you to meet Ella Doe, she’s the new researcher we brought in. As I was telling you from her work in California, she’s going to do great things.” Ella took a moment, before she slipped on a fake smile, though it would look real to those who didn’t know her. “Ah,  Doctor Reighlen. Jack and I are already acquainted, I knew him before I moved to California.”

@fcrgedstrength: Frigga

Sigyn held one of her sons in her arms, the other sleeping soundly beside her on the large bed. A finger traced over a tiny foot, the memory of what she’d seen pressed into her mind. A glimpse of blue. It explained the cold, her illness throughout the pregnancy, the difficulty conceiving the boys that had come into the world only that morning. Jotun blood. But how was it possible? She’d never touched another man, not since long before she and Loki were wed, not since before they’d been lovers. Could it be her? All the heroism, all the stories she’d been told of her father, could it all be a lie hiding something terrible?

Because they were all in the run and someone had to also take care of Abby - she had offered - and Deke - she had very much not offered - Jemma had been sent to one of the safehousesin Australia with her, with fake IDs and no real mission beside teaching Abby about this world, help her get acquainted with it, in Jemma's case dying her hair blonde and wearing glasses she didn't need too, just in case. She had gotten attached to the girl, her protective instincts awaking and pushing her to take the break from SHIELD that she needed. But it was night when they arrived so she only guided her to her new bedroom, leaving the rest for the next day; given the way the Kree kept the humans, and probably inhumans who hadn't turned yet, she wasn't sure of what Abby expected from life in their time even with what she had already heard from the team.

“Uh, hey! Hey, Mr. Stark, you... you wanted to see me?”

Peter said the phrase brightly, but awkwardly, his chest thrumming with a nervous excitement. Mr. Stark hardly ever (and by that he meant never except that one last test after Homecoming) asked to see him personally, usually sending Happy in or just flying a suit out to retrieve the kid himself if he was in big trouble, so it had to be something important. Really important. Like a new mission! Or he just wanted to... he didn’t know, ask what woke or lit or bae meant or something.