07-15-2005, 01:19 AM
âI never said we werenât here to...â Victoria started as Pietro walked off. She shook her head and kicked at the ground slightly with the tip of her boot. Pietro Maximoff had always gotten under her skin and apparently, no matter the reality, always would.
Victoria gave concerned look as Abbey began showing them the information she had found. This wasnât helping matters at all. Whether written by the Asgardians or Dr. Strange, she felt that familiar feeling of dread curl up in the pit of her stomach.
But then, just like the proverbial light bulb coming on, she paused and placed a pale fingertip to her lips. Her mind began to analyze the situation and part of her secretly wished she had a pen, a pad of paper, and a huge furry green mutant to help her figure this one out. But Hank wasnât here...or maybe he was but it wasnât her âHank.â
Somewhere inside her a soft male laugh issued forth in her mind. âStill thinking of him? Youâre nothing more than a memory to him. I can see him now, all cuddled up to the blonde goddess.â It was taking her some time to get used to this new voice.
âOh do shut up!â she said aloud and the blushed just a bit.
âSorry, itâs all part of being a telepath, too many voices whirling around all at once in my head.â she tried to smile but it came off as a haphazard attempt.
âOk, back to the task at hand...so, whoâs up for getting this war underway and getting home soon?â she pulled her cloak around her just a bit tighter, hoping that would keep her misgivings at bay.
Victoria gave concerned look as Abbey began showing them the information she had found. This wasnât helping matters at all. Whether written by the Asgardians or Dr. Strange, she felt that familiar feeling of dread curl up in the pit of her stomach.
But then, just like the proverbial light bulb coming on, she paused and placed a pale fingertip to her lips. Her mind began to analyze the situation and part of her secretly wished she had a pen, a pad of paper, and a huge furry green mutant to help her figure this one out. But Hank wasnât here...or maybe he was but it wasnât her âHank.â
Somewhere inside her a soft male laugh issued forth in her mind. âStill thinking of him? Youâre nothing more than a memory to him. I can see him now, all cuddled up to the blonde goddess.â It was taking her some time to get used to this new voice.
âOh do shut up!â she said aloud and the blushed just a bit.
âSorry, itâs all part of being a telepath, too many voices whirling around all at once in my head.â she tried to smile but it came off as a haphazard attempt.
âOk, back to the task at hand...so, whoâs up for getting this war underway and getting home soon?â she pulled her cloak around her just a bit tighter, hoping that would keep her misgivings at bay.
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