Poptarts

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"Hello everyone. Hi Sammi, hi Cassie, hi Tony, hi Bucky, hi Natasha, I see you have been expressing yourself, very good." Sasha the group leader says

"Oh no, this was a prank by Clint, I didn't dye it on purpose." I respond

"Well do you like it?" Sasha asks

"Don't tell Clint but I kind of do, I wont mind having it like this for a few weeks."

"How have you been going? Any more nightmares?" Sasha asks

"Actually yes, I had one last night." I respond

"What was it about?" Sasha asks

"Well it was about sparring with Bucky then, when they found out we were meeting up." Bucky takes my hand and rubs my knuckles; he knows when I need support.

"How did that make you feel?" Sasha asks me

"Scared, I was losing him all over again." I respond. Bucky squeezes my hand, "Its ok Nat, I'm here now." He tells me

We talk a bit more and other people talk about their experiences. Then we go shopping on the way back to the compound.

We walk into Walmart and look for food, we ate all the sausages, we need more pop tarts, more milk and so on. We get weekly deliveries, but we like to buy things we want during the week. As we walk down the milk isle Tony walks up to us with his arms full.

"Hey Nat, I have a short problem."

"Don't you mean small?" I respond

"I thought you hated being called small."

"Ha-ha very funny, just put it in the cart. Why on earth are you buying so many pop tarts?" I ask

"Thor has discovered a love for them and well, he eats a lot, and I don't want to be around when we run out of pop tarts." Tony explains

"Good point." I respond

"Hey, are we ready to check out?" Bucky asks

"Yeah, lets go home." I say

"Wait do you have the ice cream?" Asks Tony

"Oh and the slime?" I ask

"Yes, and what do you need slime for?" Bucky asks

"Well, let's just say lint better watch out."

"lint? I thought his name was Clint?"

"He doesn't deserve the C." I say. We go to the check out and after the usual argument of why the billionaire has to pay, we drive home.

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