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Well this is definitely not where I thought I'd end up when I woke up this morning.

If anyone wants to tell me this has all been a very elaborate joke then I'm ready for the reveal. Or if someone wants to tell me I'm actually insane and this fairy tale town is all in my head then go ahead. Right now I don't think I'd argue with you.

If there's anyone here who knows me then feel free to yell at me or come find me and help me understand what's going on and by that I do mean find a bar and drink it dry.

So what's this supposed to be, then?

Because I got handed a phone by a dwarf or a munchkin or something and was told some bullshit about this being a fairytale town.

What the shit?

The next person who refers to me as 'Bucky Barnes's sidekick' will be side kicked in the nuts.

So I was thinking about Tommy's stupid post and how people kind of liked it. And then I found this post and figured whatever.

Malia Hale has a reputation for a remarkable talent at intimidating people. Additionally, she possesses the power to read the memories of others, however she must speak words of power to do so. Malia Hale is known for her marvelous knack at fighting in the dark and she is able to communicate with sloths in any language. She resists assailants wielding an accurate stinger that also grants a startling combat sense and she developed the talent to make hats appear from nowhere. Lamentably, Malia Hale is infamous for being woefully unskilled at seduction.

So fucking bored. Tell me something I don't know. Or buy me beer. Or offer to spar with me.

I need a job.

Or I guess I could go to school.

I don't know. It's been a long time since I had no idea what to do next.

Bucky, buy me a puppy.

I'm fine. I'm good. I can control it.

Back to pleasantville, I guess. Who's still here?

[ooc: there were some slight vibrations around Skye when she first reappeared, so if you were nearby, you might have felt something, but it wasn't like a townwide earthquake or anything]

I need a drink. Who wants to come with?

If I am dead, I am haunting Bucky Barnes for the rest of his life.

I mean, seriously, fairy tales? Where am I really?