𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

A Sweet Reminder

A/N: Okay, so this tiny idea popped into my mind at like one in the morning. Blaire somehow got her hands on candy from the 21st century. This didn't actually happen in Running From the Past, but I thought it would be funny to write, so here I am.

(A couple weeks after the Helicarriers in D.C. Blaire's POV)

The nights had been chilly as the days passed me by, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the city quite yet. Some part of me had been held back by the feeling of regret, so I stayed.

I'd managed to find a run-down convenience store that had looked to be abandoned long before I came along, so that's where I resided for the time being. The windows had been smashed in by ragged stones that littered the dirty tile floors. Stones that I was too lazy to clean up. And if I'm being completely honest, it made the place feel more comforting than if it had been tidy.

Meals were hard to come by, and obviously, I had no money, so I had to rely on scraps from other people. It made me feel like a stray animal, but what other choice did I really have? Usually, I'd have to be quick, as to not be shooed away by shop owners, but on the particular day, the restaurant had seemed barren.

Now, to anyone else, the smell of chips would be just a typical smell for an American restaurant, but was that smell so alluring to me? It's like I just had to have it. My eyes scanned the perimeter, making sure nothing looked out of the ordinary. When I found nothing that would raise my suspicions, I scampered over to the table and shoved the remaining food in my mouth. I'd look like I hadn't eaten for days, but in actuality, that was somewhat true.

It's not that I couldn't go without food for a very long time, Hydra trained my body for that, but in this case I actually needed the strength to keep my senses to eleven as to not be caught simply because I was too weak from lack of energy.

As I scarfed down the last bit of chips from the basket, something else caught my eye. The corner of the purple bag was ripped off, but it was clear to see that there was still something in it. I picked it up carefully, making sure not to spill its contents as I examined it. I squinted my eyes and read, "Skittles. Wild Berry." in big bold letters.

I looked at it questionably before deciding to make the bold decision to try a few. Three of the hard looking candies fell into my hand, tiny little S's marking the pieces individually, like a branding of some sort.

I slowly brought my hand to my mouth, and with a slight moment of hesitation, I popped the three pieces of candy into my mouth.

Immediately, my face recoiled in surprise of the overwhelming sweet and slightly sour taste that exploded in my mouth. I spit them out, not because I didn't like them, it's because it caught me off guard.

They scattered across the ground, and I looked at them. The colors had oozed onto the pavement beneath my feet, the S no longer visible. 

From behind me, I heard a curt voice yell, "Hey! Get out of here! 'Yer stupid kids!" I clutched the purple bag in my hand and took off running in the opposite direction.

When I finally got back to the place I now called home, I crawled through the decayed walls and the musty smelling air. I plopped myself in the middle of the room and dumped some more of the Skittles I had found. 

The only difference this time is that I actually took the chance to try and comprehend the flavors without spitting them out. I repeated this, and I felt myself begin to laugh slightly and smile about this. They never had anything like these when I was younger. I wonder if my mother would have liked them?

Eventually, the bag ran out, and I was left alone with myself yet again. But I wasn't feeling as glum as I usually was. This time, I actually felt a bit of happiness.

A/N: There you have it. I threw this mess together in around half an hour while listening to One Direction because I thought that this was a funny idea. Sorry if this sucked. It's 1:42 in the morning, and I should be sleeping, but who needs that? Also, this isn't proof read, I'll probably do that tomorrow.