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Janet's gone...

I'm starting to think there's an unspoken law to the universes that anything named 'Barton' doesn't really like me. Granted, there's a different Clint here who I haven't met just yet so I can't be sure. There does, however, seem to be a trend.

Then again, this is me. I tend to make mountains out of molehills depending on my mood. I might need to be a little more vigilant on keeping track of my moods here.

You know, I never once thought I'd say this in my life.

I'm relieved to feel the Other Guy back around in my head. For so many years I've wanted to find a way to get rid of him. Or to separate the two of us.

Then to actually be without him... to feel vulnerable. And also to feel empty...

I guess the moral of the story: be careful what you wish for -- you just might get it.

Fitting, I suppose, to learn a moral in a town comprised of fairy tale characters.

Take of that what you will. This philosophical post brought to you by the letter H.

This... isn't the Diamond.

I've finally snapped, haven't I?

Whatever this is it isn't my fault.

Avengers Assemble?