Cassie Lang (staturesque) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-04-14 07:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: cassie lang, z: om1: character: steve rogers, z: om1: location: avengers tower, z: om1: location: new york |
I still sleep on the right side of the white noise.
Characters: Cassie, OT anyone in the tower, Cap maybe? Yes?
Setting: Avengers Tower, early morning
Content: Nothing bad
Summary: Cassie reflects
The sun had risen twenty minutes ago but it was still half dark in the city- as dark as the city ever could be- and the sky above was tinted with a chilly bright mass of pinks and blues, scudded with wisps of cloud. It looked cold out. In the common room, the window Cassie rested her face against felt cold. The ceramic mug in her hand was warm. In another universe she would have been tucked into bed, just waking to the scent of coffee and maybe bacon sizzling in the kitchen where her mom was kissing Blake goodbye before he left for work and it would be another twenty minutes before Cassie hauled herself up and stumbled into the kitchen in her blue rubber duckie pajamas. She would spend forever finishing breakfast, finishing her homework while she nibbled a piece of toast, and her mom would come in exasperated and tell her she had five minutes to get ready or she'd be late to school. Miraculously, she'd manage to get dressed in record time and be out the door and hopping on a bus and slide into her seat in homeroom just as the last bell rang.
Things were so much different here and yet really the same. There was still coffee in the kitchen and in her cup and Cassie could make bacon if she wanted. She didn't have her duckie pajamas though and she was already dressed and her homework was finished and she had to go down to work in half an hour and she wasn't hungry because she'd stopped eating in the mornings. Everything had seemed so horrible at home and now things almost seemed horrible here. Cassie was sick- heartsick and homesick and just not feeling well. Work and "school" and Peter's continued problem and things still on edge at the tower. Tony wasn't around and he was still drinking and she had no one to really talk to and she hadn't seen the boys because she barely had time to get anything done. She was surviving on so little sleep because despite everything she was still determined to be a hero and so Stature was out every night in that perpetually lit city trying to hold back the tide of evil or whatever it was super heroes wanted to call their vigilantism. And so that was Cassie's life and she kind of missed home and she missed how it was before the war and maybe even before her ability manifested and she missed the bacon and her mom. She didn't miss Blake, though. But she missed her dad.
So far she'd been handling everything and had herself convinced that this life was really what she wanted. Yet, her dad was such a confusing point in all this. He was alive and she knew it, but she couldn't figure out where he was or why he wasn't here. Records of him anywhere were just gone and Cassie didn't know why. He'd been so good with computers maybe he'd done it himself or maybe even Tony had done it and maybe something terrible had happened but no one wanted to talk to her about Scott Lang. So she'd stopped asking but she kept wondering and eventually she had to know. If she didn't find out then she had no real reason to be here. Cassie didn't want to give up hope.