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"Of course not! You really think I’m that crazy?"

"I found it."

Besides, most of the time, going out with Bucky was not a solitary affair: there was always a posse of girlfriends, or an army of suitors, or an old acquaintance or a coworker or someone from church who tagged along, and flocked to her friend, and left Stella in the shadows.

Not today, though -- they had saved the day a few weeks in advance, saved up enough for seats and cokes and popcorn to share. Stella had even dressed up a little -- which meant that her skirts were free of paint and tears for once, and she had done her hair properly -- which was silly, considering that theater houses dimmed the lights during the film.

Still though, Stella knew it wasn't a date, but she as still excited out of her mind. She would get a day of Bucky all to herself, and they would hang out like when they were kids, like Julia sometimes did with boys from the college. She didn't think that Robin Hood would be particularly scary, but maybe she could even get some hand-holding. A girl could dream.

SEND ME A ▼ FOR MY MUSE TO HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND EXPERIMENTED ON, AND I’LL USE A RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR TO DECIDE WHAT THE RESULTS ARE!

8. Telekinesis, the only set back is that my muse doesn’t know how to control it very well, which can be horribly disastrous.

Jemma made a soft noise in the back of her throat as there was gunfire from outside her room and pressed herself back against a wall, some small part of her hoped it was a rescue, hoped that it was SHIELD swooping in to save the day, to take her out of here, to take her home, but the rest of her was resigned to sit in her cell until they had what they needed or forgot about her and let her die like all the others she'd seen carted through here. 

They were calling them miracles, the people who had survived the process and come out of the other side changed, with altered DNA and amazing powers. 

She could have laughed at herself, and had frequently (and hollowly) for being such a non believer. Telekinesis doesn't exist, she'd insisted ever since the academy and the book prank. Well the joke was on her now. The noises outside got louder and her concentration slipped, fear sending the training tools (wooden building blocks) they'd been using to get her to hone her abilities skidding across the floor. 

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