by Steve Rogers 2/21/2013, 8:09 pm
I shuffled my feet rather awkwardly. "Oh, uh... Hey," I said with a rather reluctant tone. How long had it been since I'd spoken with her? Gosh, at least six months. I think it was either when she came to visit me (in my apartment after I went sort of rogue) or the hospital for the infected burns I got. I bit my lip nervously. I wasn't exactly thrilled to see her, I mean, the last time we spoke, I'd gotten a pretty clear message that she hated me and never wanted to speak with me again, or something along those lines. Sufficient to say, we got off on the wrong foot.
Jeeze, I haven't even thought about her in like three months... Not her, not Hanson, not Hazel. They'd all made it adamantly clear that I was neither wanted, nor welcomed in their lives, and I wasn't too keen on testing whether or not that still held true.
I ran my hand through my hair, rather awkwardly, not really knowing what to say after six months... Janeway and Toby just barked.