[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/5iOp.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Sidewalk Across the Border
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily could appreciate the sentiment, but she wasn't actually Rogue. She wasn't part of the most ill fated mutant romance and she hadn't once absorbed the psyche of Ms. Marvel by accident. She didn't even know if she would qualify to be a Morlock. Maybe if she was lucky, she'd be able to survive Thanos' snap - but beyond that, Cecily didn't think there was anything special about her. The closest thing she had to a noted trait would be the ability to find herself getting deeper and deeper into whatever this mess was. Wallace had died so soon. And then Natasha after him - what was to say that she wouldn't be next herself? She wasn't a badass like Caesar - she wasn't famous like Riley.

	She was...just Cecily. [color=00ccff]"I...I...I need t-t-to talk to Dr. Strange's fiancé first..."[/color] Cecily stammered. Her breathing was coming by a bit easier, after she admitted to Roy how terrified she was, but the fear was still there. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder every minute, expecting to see the nuzzle of a gun. [color=00ccff]"...Bye..."[/color] she squeaked as Roy hanged up the phone. She looked down at the phone, feeling completely lost even though she knew what she had to do. She needed to break this down into baby steps. Step one was to stand up off the ground. Step two was to find a way to get to the airport. Step three was to check for information from Lincoln. Step four to send that on to Roy. 

	But step one felt completely impossible and she gave herself another minute to just breath, holding her head in her hands.