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I was her for a second, infinitesimally small, the moment in which I was what they wanted, what I wanted. That second lasted longer than I care to admit, dragging onward like a child who hates school getting dressed, or sliding their feet hesitantly across the ground. A second riddled with lethargy, apathy, and little red stripes. The second was a small battle, a fight contained in the tiniest blip of time, with swords, and guns, a millennium of weapons crammed into this tiny box of time between the seconds before and after. If that second was a battle, this hour is the war. I'll be him for an hour, that's my hope, anyway, naturalistic inte

"That wasn't funny." "It was kinda funny." "Tony, you got both are butts landed in detention. With Mr. Fury!" "Pun inte-" "NO PUN INTENDED!" You followed Tony into the tower, with a stone cold expression. It was supposed to be a study night, not like you guys ever did study. You hung out in the lab or in Tony's room until you feel asleep. Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark, was your bestfriend before you could even walk. You clicked right away. Tony never cared much about school, it was too easy for you two. So you would usually play cards in the janitor's closet, or go hang out with the gang. You, (Name) Richrads, daughter of Reed Richar

Blowing your nose for the 73rd time that morning, you finally decided to take another pain killer. Although they weren't helping, you wanted some relief for your agonizing headache, and the dizzy feeling didn't help. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a text message. With a grin you pulled it out, the brightness of the screen making you wince. Opening the text from your husband, you smiled. He sent you one every hour during your work days. They were either quick little notes as in I love you or check ins. *Hey Honey, how is your day so far?* You dimmed the brightness of your phone before responding. *It's good. :)* You hated lyi