ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs | B. Barnes, S. Rogers, L. Laufeyson

Technologically Challenged | 13 |

The forest started to fade around her, along with the creature.

"Before you go, what should I call you?" Harli asked.

"... you may call me Circe."

-

11:32 am
June 7

Harli woke up to the sound of cars honking outside the apartment complex.

"What-" she momentarily forgot where she was, looking around. Then she remembered that she was in her marvel dr, and she relaxed.

She dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom across the hall, splashing cold water on her face to wake herself up more. Mk, what had I promised Steve we would do today? Oh yeah, introducing him to the internet.

Harli stood up straight, her back popping and a dull ache running through her spine and neck. Ow. I forgot that when people do physical stuff they get sore.

Looked at herself, and then the dream she had had the previous night came back to her. She slipped Steve's shirt off, and turned to look at her back in the mirror.

Sure enough, there the scars were. She ran her fingers over them again, studying them. They weren't ugly, but they would cause concern if people saw them, best not let anyone see those yet.

She turned around to put her shirt back on when she noticed a jagged white line on her stomach. Looking down to inspect it more closely, she realized it was a scar from the alien blaster she had been hit with.

"Interesting..." She muttered, running a finger over it.

The smell of food wafted through the door, and Harli slipped the shirt back on, following the smell of food to the kitchen where Steve stood.

He glanced at her as she walked in, sat on one of the stools, and slumped over the counter, "Good morning to you too." He laughed.

"Mornin'." She groaned, "Why are you awake so early?"

"...it's eleven, Harli."

"And?"

He sighed, "You're not a morning person are you."

"Not even a little bit."

"Well, I've been up since five."

She stared at him, horrified. "Are you sure you're not being held against your will because there is no logical reason to get up that early unless there's a gun pointed at your skull."

"I also went for a run."

"You disgust me, Steven." And then she slumped back onto the counter, her eyes closed.

He just chuckled, pouring a cup of coffee for himself, "You want one?" She opened one eye, looked at the coffee, and nodded.

Steve slid her a mug, and she took a sip, before spitting it back into the cup. "What the fuck is this-"

"Black coffee?"

She just stared at him. "This isn't coffee. This is hot bitter bean juice."

"It tastes fine."

"I swear you're going to make me start my villain arc."

"Your... what?"

"Nevermind." She sighed and got up, "Alright, you have a pen and paper?"

He opened a drawer, rummaged around, and then handed her a pad of paper and a pencil.

She started scribbling something down, pausing several times.