Vulnerable EmotionsKlunk was sitting on the edge of the translucent glass platform that acted as the Clock's landing bay, turned firmly away from the Orvus Chamber, which was open just a few hundred meters behind him. He did not want to see Sigmund and he did not want to deal with the Zoni. He just wanted to sit and wait for his anger to evaporate from him, just as all of his negative feelings tended to do the more time he spent in the Great Clock.The worst part was that his rage was generated from such a pathetic spat between himself and Sigmund. He knew he had no right to be nearly as irritated as he was, in fact Sigmund had a far greater right to be angry
.:Sentimental Images:.Agent Clint Barton was settled against a wall of the makeshift laboratory Doctor Selvig had built, his mind clouding with images that seemed so vivid, and assured. Yet as he tried to dwell on them a voice kept telling him to push them aside, that they were no longer important, that his memories would not provide him knowledge or peace like the Tesseract had.Since Loki had revealed the truth to him that day the Tesseract had opened a rift wide in the heart of SHIELD's center of operations, memories were slowly stripped apart, until all that were left were the images he was currently struggling with. He saw a wrecked car, a target skewered wi
PiercedShe was completely normal. Or at least that was how she felt. She couldn't see what separated her from the others, and it hurt to watch them all slip away. And yet, every time she tried to get closer, the more the people distanced themselves.People that got too close seemed fine at first, but once she turned away from them for a second, they would be bleeding. She could see why others distanced themselves, but she didn't know what was hurting the people she got close to. So, in order to protect them, she pushed herself away too, trapping herself alone.And yet people managed to find her. She wanted to warn them to stay away from her,
The Girl through the MirrorThe Girl through the MirrorI think we've all done it, haven't we? Whether it's over our birthday candles, or when we brush off an eyelash from our face or when the clock strikes eleven-eleven. We've all done it at least once, made wishes, I mean. For a puppy, a boyfriend, to lose ten pounds in a snap.If we have the will to make our legs run, to cross seas and soar through the skies, then why can't we make these simple wishes come true? Why do we hope that some unseen force, God or whatever else you want to call it, will do it for us?I dunno. I suppose it's just pure laziness on our part.So I didn't get that mansion I had wanted.