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             "Okay! So what if I strayed from the path a little?" I muttered. It felt like an interrogation that would never end. One question after another, repeating some, some that don't even relate to the situation. No person on Earth would ever understand the workings of Stanford Pines' mind. "'So what?' As if this isn't enough reason!" He held up my hand accusingly. I rolled my eyes to Fiddleford, who was nose deep in some book, leafing through the damn thing for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was no use to plead for help if he wasn't even paying attention. "We don't even know how we should treat it!" Ford threw the statement

It was hot. No. Beyond hot. Nuclear. You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower. Stark Tower. What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely. Shit. You were supposed to be there now. For

Thunder raged outside, you lay awake, thinking of your favorite Russian man. He was so sweet once you got to know him, but everyone judged him, and called him a monster. You were always by his side, comforting him when he needed it, and he would do the same for you in return. The two of you had been friends for a long time now, and you had deep feelings for him, but would not confess, for fear of ruining your friendship. For now, you were satisfied listening to the rain pattering on the roof and simply thinking of that man with the violet eyes. You were brought out of your thoughts when the power went out. You got up and lit some candles, a