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Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

Daniel's bemused expression said more than words. His eyes swept across the room, and his brows furrowed slightly. The dark gray walls were painted bright yellow. Baby animal decals replaced the Amsterdam posters.

“For your shitty attitude, it’s really starting to annoy me. Get ready for school, you’re going to be late,” he said. Then he closed the door behind him and

July 2nd. Leaving the house in the early morning with the sun barely shining as it is coming out from its hiding place behind the trees, my mother, Magvern (my brother), and I were taken to LA Greyhound station. Walking inside with our luggages tailing behind us, we see families clustering around the ticket and information desk. With our already printed tickets in hand, we walk toward the baggage check before entering the waiting station for the bus. As we wait for our departure, my brother took out his phone and my mom starts to crochet while I am left to my demise. Out of boredom, I start to text my cousins; however, no was awake yet. Staring at the blank screen it felt like hours were passing by. Finally, I saw an icon flashing, Lily was on! The moment did not last

“What did you just say?” Dad asked panicked from Grenada. Cars drove past our house slowly as the passengers gawked at the torn apart shop. As I rolled out of bed at 10:30 on February seventh, I realized that you can’t be prepared for everything that happens in your life.

Kathryn, my enchantress, oh how rereading through our messages brings nostalgia to all of our preceding periods of excruciatingly voluptuous intercourse, or, rather, as close as we can get for now. Each word you spout is so delicately plucked from my cravings it's astounding we aren't the same person, you're adept at manipulating my mood at your inclination. Leaving me aroused at a moments notice, or illumination the dingiest of evenings with your sentiment pampering my each and every concern, fear, and worry. I have far surpassed the point of being merely fortunate for what I have, there isn't enough wailing I could do in order to display my gratification for you. There's not a moment that passes that lacks mention of you, whether it's be

Edward stood up from the table, walked a few paces towards the exit and placed a hand on Tabitha’s shoulder. He turned and stared at the men and women seated in front of him.

“Thanks, sorry for ignoring you; I just can’t comprehend how cool this is, to be going to state.” I acknowledged her.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you," she stopped right in front of me, she was panting. Her body bent over, her hands on her legs for a brief second. "I'm new around here, and I'm lost. Do you know where the Lost Valley apartments are?"

Marco stood next to her, looking around the familiar building. “Yeah. I remembered that you haven't been here before and I knew you'd love it.”

My eyes shutter as a sliver of bright light casts itself over my sleep deprived being, waking me up from my oasis. My shoulders rotate towards my back as my arms reach over my head stretching towards the sky, and make there way back to my sides again. I muster all of the energy my drained body can provide and slowy sit up, leaning on my forearms. My eyes pan across my sanctuary one last time before I get out of my inviting bed, and mentally prepare myself for the twelve hours to come.

“I completely understand.” Audra smoothed her dress. “I need to use the garderobe, but when I return, may we talk more?”

“Why, hello there!” she said cheerfully as she approached them. “You brought some guests with ya today, did ya?” she smiled.

She frowned, "Whatever. We're all tired and we don't know what's ahead. Is it smart to go there in the dark?"