It's crazy thinking it's been a whole year. (I know the real anniversary isn't for two more days, but we're pretending.) I still have this really distinct memory of being on a scouting run in the air over New York and then suddenly feeling like I'd been turned inside out, barely able to see through all the rain and thinking, "Oh god. Who tried to fix it?"
And then realising over the next couple of days that everyone whose name I recognised knew each other from some other universe and for some reason finding it hilarious when Tony asked what I thought would happen if universes crashed into each other. (I don't think I actually answered, but if anyone's curious - they implode. It's not great.) It was a very weird time to be in my head. Or outside it, apparently. I remember Bucky thinking I was messing with him and people generally just being really confused.
Anyway, good times. As fun as the whole carnival thing's been, I'm going to go toast to our surreal new existence.