#ourvendetta

                    ❛   IF   WE   BOTH   STICK   to   story   ,   they   cannot   prove   anything .   ❜

"you   do   realize   i   can't   get   drunk?"   there   is   a   short   pause   as   he   looks   at   the   bottle   before   him.   he   thinks   it's   also   a   bit   rude   of   him,   being   able   to   drink   when   he   is   aware   that   tony   had   his   own   issue   with   the   bottle   here   and   there.   "metabolism   is   too   high   i   burn   through   all   alcohol.   only   that   stuff   thor   brought   from   asgard   does   the   trick.   and   even   then.   .   .it's   for   a   few   moments."  

"i   still   can't   believe   you   and   steve   are   friends."   there   is   so   much   in   her   mind   that   is   still   connecting   the   informations.   bucky   is   the   winter   soldier,   the   winter   soldier   is   bucky   and   bucky   was   and   is   steve   rogers'   best   friend.   all   information   she   had   at   hand   before   and   yet,   they   are   two different   people   in   her   mind.

"he   still   has   a   lot   to   learn."   clark   speaks   up,   watching   conner   interact   with   the   other   kids.   he   seems   to   be   blending   well   with   the   titans   but   he   still   worries,   that   perhaps   he   should   be   more   hands   on   regarding   all   of   this.   a   clone.   a   son.   the   line   blurries   considering   how   young   conner   is   and   how   he   was   made.   all   clark   knows   is   that   he   wants   to   keep   the   kid   safe.

the last few years had been a wild ride for the blonde. she'd exposed them all to the world, brought those forced to hide out into the light. unfortunately, it'd been exactly like her dad had told her. the world had been fascinated at first, but now claire often found herself speaking in front of large crowds of people and lawmakers alike, begging the world to realize that they were people just like them. that they had always been there alongside them. begging them not to bring down legislation that would lead to the hunting down and jailing of people just living their lives. she was loved by some, hated for her actions by others. it was exhausting.

although, one of the most surprising developments to come out of those years was the mutual understanding that had developed between the man who'd once terrorized her and haunted her nightmares and herself. claire's high school self would have been shocked and absolutely horrified at the fact that she could sit in the same room with sylar, casually drinking wine, and not being hyper-aware of the fact that he was sitting just a few feet away.