[𝟭.𝟯] 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖒𝖛𝖔𝖒 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

*:･ﾟ 𝟰𝟱 ༉‧₊❒┊𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘃𝘀. 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 ☰

🌎EARTH 5445

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You took in your surroundings. Destroyed buildings and debris falling and floating around due to lack of gravity. Little tornados of air were suspended here and there. The sky was graying as darker clouds occupied the horizon.

There was no sign of life to the sight. Everything was either consumed or destroyed, leaving behind eerie hints of its existence.

Soon, you found yourself standing in front of a haunted version of your house back in your world. It was perfectly identical to your house. Every brick, every bar of wood—

You clenched your teeth together, brushing off the fact that the house was an exact replica of your own in your universe. Except, it looked dead. Broken. 

The door creaked open on its own accord when you neared it. A staircase led into the clouds which had vines climbing on its railings.

Cool air brushed past you once you reached the top. A static noise echoed from the distance and the theme of Dick Van Dyke show reached your ears, growing louder by the second.

Bittersweet nostalgia washed over you as you looked around the room you had reached. It looked like a library with tattered and torn books everywhere. Some were in stacks while some were tossed about.

Spells and runes you were familiar with caught your eye. You walked towards them, reading through as they struck a familiarity in you. Spells for dream walking.

"I was wondering when you'd show up,"

You turned around to come face to face with yourself. However, this version of you was very different from yourself. Skin paler than yours with dark smudges around her eyes.

"Hmm. How do I know that you're me?" your variant questioned you as she sauntered across the room.

"There was this girl. Jean. Jean Grey," you started, "She was a long distant relative. But she was killed in the crossfire of the wars in the city. Back in Sokovia. I was—We were blamed for it, even though her own parents didn't. That's when Dad started abusing us," you let out a shuddering breath, "He was afraid that we'd kill him one day like we'd killed her,"

"Feels right," Y/N nodded, "But we don't talk about it,"

You nodded your head, "We don't,"

"Not even to Bucky,"

"No,"

Your variant tilted her head to the side in mock thought, "Now, my turn," her eyes glowed green as her gaze locked with yours.