My parents were are were palaeontologists. People always acted like it was some big exciting thing, but when I was younger I thought they were crazy. Being an Avenger was exciting, being a palaeontologist was mind numbingly boring. It was always hot. It was always dusty. I was never allowed to touch anything. Everyone was always so serious and focused. People freaked out over finding a bowl. It was absolutely miserable.
Now I miss it. I miss watching them work. I miss the heat. I miss the tape they used to section everything off. I even miss the dust and the annoying clacks that came with the digging and scraping. Maybe it’s not a career that’s full blown adrenaline, but everyone there was passionate about what they did. I have no idea what brought this up, other than thinking about how little of an impact we’ll leave on this world once the portal takes us away. That and how I wish I could spend Cinco de Mayo in California.
[Filter to Runaways, Avengers Academy, Ultimate Tony Stark & Avengers who help with Sunday training] Cinco de Mayo is not something I celebrated until I started staying with my grandfather in California, but I have fond memories of it. Now I could feel sorry for myself for missing him, or I could spend the day eating too much with my adopted family. Guess which one I pick? I’ll do all the cooking, so if you’d like to join feel free to stop by around one to eat.