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I'm gonna be honest, I'm just throwing random shit together until I can figure this out. 

Blaire's POV~

Considering I was only a temporary guest, I didn't have much with me at the palace. Everything I had had been in Bucharest, but that place was long gone. 

I had gotten to say goodbye to T'Challa and Shuri. As sad as I was to go, I had made sure to thank them for their hospitality and their ability to put up with me for that long. I even thought I had seen Shuri shed a few tears, but she brushed it off, saying that she had gotten something in her eyes a little bit ago in the lab. The king let out a quiet laugh at his sister. I knew it was just one of her excuses.

And now, as I walk out of the palace trailing behind the three, it doesn't sound right to me when I say all of the events that went down between all of us happened two years ago.  Everything that happened seemed like it was all just a dream if I'm being completely honest. That it was all some cruel dream and that I'd wake up back in my crummy apartment with Alpine snuggling at the base of my legs. 

Sometimes, I wish that were true. To have that life back. To have her back.

But I have to remind myself that it will never be like that ever again. No matter how much I wished it would. However, there's always room for new beginnings. Though, that doesn't mean you have to forget the old endings.

While the three had been walking in front of me to the quinjet, I couldn't help but lag behind them. I glanced around the place I had spent two years at. Regardless of the fact I was frozen for a good portion of those two years.

I had to remind myself that this was my choice. I didn't have to be afraid anymore. I wasn't going to be alone. I wasn't going to be alone... but that sparked fear into me as well. More people always meant more opportunities to have myself get compromised. 

But this wasn't a mission, and even so, they wouldn't let that happen, right? I skeptically looked at the three in front of me. I had to trust them on this.

 I fiddled with the beads on my wrist. They'd make sounds that resembled when you brushed rocks against one another. They were fun to toy with when I was nervous. 

Eventually, the three of them stopped, and I noticed that we had reached the entrance to the quinjet a lot sooner than I had originally anticipated. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was hoping it would've taken longer.

 I stopped as well, taking a long look at the quinjet. The last time I was in one of these things, I was half dead on the floor. I don't regret what I did that day, though. I regret making Tony go through all that pain. He deserved the closure, and I would have been more than willing to give it to him.

I closed my eyes thinking about the memory. I wonder how Tony was doing now? Hopefully, it's better. The last time I saw him, he had a vendetta against me. I don't blame him, though.

My eyes opened when I heard Winter's voice calling out my name. "You alright there, Blaire? You look slightly out of it." I sighed at the question. "Just thinking. That's all." I then walked in front of them and boarded the quinjet without any further conversation. 

The quinjet looked almost the same from the last time I had been on it. My eyes traced over to the back, and my mind drifted back to the memory of where I had first learned that my mum had died. 

How is it possible to miss something that I never had? This is a question I'll never get an answer to.  I glanced at the floor and saw an old blood stain worn out from the years. To whose blood it was, though, I wouldn't have an answer.

I shook my head and turned my attention elsewhere to try and rid the memory from my mind. But it seemed everywhere I looked in the quinjet, a new memory would take its place. 

I just wanted it to stop. 

Out of nowhere, I felt the light touch of someone's hand rest on my shoulder. The fingers were too slender to be a man's, so that meant it had to be the widow's. 

I turned and followed my eyes from her hand, up her arm, and up to her face. I could see that there was a miniscule amount of empathy behind her eyes. I felt the light in my eyes dimmer. I moved forward and brushed her hand off.

Feeling nothing at the moment, I emptily walked to a seat that resided in the corner. The dark leather was cold, but in a way, it grounded me back to reality. I brought my knees up to my chest and just laid my elbows over them, thinking mindlessly about nothing. 

I heard a few murmured voices from the cockpit, and then the sound of an engine firing up. And just like that, we were off. 

After a while, I figured we were at a cruising altitude, so I went to go check up on whatever Winter was doing. If it was something important, I didn't want to bother him, but I was getting bored, and this was going to be a long flight.

I paced over to the front side of the jet, and I saw Winter sharpening a pocket knife. "Boo." I nonchalantly spoke. He looked up from what he had been doing. "Hey, Blaire. Do you need something?" 

I bit the loose skin on my bottom lip. "No, not really. I'm just bored. That's all." He slightly narrowed his eyes at me, studying my expression. He then put down the sharpening tool and the knife before standing up. "Well, I've got a possible solution to fix that problem, if you'd like?" He then pushed himself up from the seated position he was in and walked towards a cabinet. 

I raised my eyebrow at his actions, curious as to what he was doing. 

He grabbed something and then looked over his shoulder towards me. 

"You ever played War?"

A/N: As stated at the beginning of this chapter, I'm throwing shit together, trying to appeal to those who read this. I'm still not sure how to incorporate Blaire into the plot of IW and EG because? If anyone has any ideas, I beg you: PLEASE, SHARE.

I don't know when the next update will be. Could be weeks. it could even be months. It just depends on my free time and motivation.

Anyway, I hope you at least somewhat liked this not really relevant to the story chapter.

Stay safe, and enjoy.

-KK