#websaunt

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Feel free to like this post if you are on Table One.

My characters are Tony, Pepper, Morgan & Peter. Feel free to ask for someone specific. (i also have a oc sideblog @drawnreality )

don't remind me sdhjsk.

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“Hello,” Maria put her on her best smile as she greeted the other woman. She extended her hand out to her. “I’m Maria,” she introduced herself. “I’m a new volunteer.”

Things had been considerably tough since the Snap had happened. So many people had been lost, and Monica, her daughter had been one of those lives taken away. Knowing that Monica was gone had broken Maria’s heart more than anything, and the woman wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to go on. Yes, she had her loving wife with her to lean on, but the toll the Snap had taken on her was too great. Carol continued to fight, but Maria couldn’t find it in her to keep on fighting the good fight as she had for years. That was when she hung up her cape and Photon was no more.

“Are you Petey’s Auntie?” Morgan asks tilting her head, pointing at the boy that sat by her father.

Tao Song been on his own and self-sufficient since he was fifteen years old, but as the number of kids who’ve joined him and Marcus has grown, it’s gotten more difficult to get everyone the things they need. Food and medicine especially. So the simple act of walking in to the shelter is a sizable blow to Tao’s ego. 

Unfortunately, as they’ve finally settled in one place, nearby shopkeepers are starting to get wise to his usual tricks, making it harder and harder for him to lift merchandise, money, and canned goods, among other things. He’s somehow managed to provide enough to keep the rest of his friends--his family, really--fed, but for the last few days, he’s gone without. Marcus had tried sharing his rations with Tao, and when Tao had refused, he’d convinced him to come here. For himself, yes, but also for the rest of them: he can’t protect them effectively if he’s starving.

Thankfully, that bit of guilt-tripping worked.

As he walks through what looks like a converted gymnasium, his shoulders droop, and he feels small, like the child he was when he’d left home the first time. There are eyes on him, and he knows it’s because they’ve never seen him before--and because he looks so young--but it still raises the hair at the back of his neck in an unpleasant way. 

His mouth waters as soon as the smell of the cafeteria hits him, and despite his wounded pride, he wanders that way, picking up a tray and shuffling toward the woman serving food. He can’t, however, stop his paranoid eyes from roaming about the room. Where there’s kindness, in his experience, there’s always a price to pay. Especially when it comes to humans.

By the time it’s his turn to be served, his knuckles are stretched white, and the whole plastic tray shakes just enough to be noticeable.

“--can I get an extra piece of bread?” He may as well ask, he thinks; he’s already here, and with any luck, he’ll have a little something to take with him when he leaves. “I’m, uh... My friend didn’t want to come.”