[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/1f93daa710c971b4c3edc2d7829f0b71/tumblr_pynpi8U8C51tlj9qlo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] New York City Streets
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Guin relaxed slightly into Pietro's embrace, letting him be an anchor for her for a moment. Everything going on in her head was an absolute clusterfuck - there were a million different weird and depressing things that her brain was being forced to consider all at once. She wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up with her husband in bed, and watch bad TV until she fell asleep. Hell, she would've preferred seeing her mother again over what was currently going on in this world. Maddie Cromwell was an easy problem to handle in comparison. [color=cc33ff]"I know it'll work out for us, it always does... But it doesn't make this any less shitty or awful,"[/color] Guin muttered. 

	She didn't doubt that they'd be able to fix everything - but that didn't mean these missions and adventures didn't take a heavy toll. 

	Before Guin had really calmed down or had a moment to tell Pietro everything - specifically the new gruesome memory of losing an eye - Klara came on outside. Guin couldn't help but feel irritated. She had wanted to be [i]alone[/i] - Pietro she wasn't mad at, she didn't mind him coming on out, but she didn't want anyone else that was for sure. [color=cc33ff]"Just needed a minute, okay?"[/color] Guin answered Klara, when she said they were getting ready to leave and then asked if they were okay. Guin sniffled slightly, pulling away from Pietro's hug. [i][color=cc33ff]I don't think the universe is going to let me actually have time to be okay, without giving me new traumatic memories of Magneto ripping my fucking eye to pieces, so I think we can go now.[/color][/i]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]Okay, if you're sure Guina.[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]I'm sure,[/i][/color] Guin replied, before heading back inside. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color]
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/52Nr16y2/original.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] New York City Defenders HQ
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] [hr][hr][/center]	Runa's breath hitched for a moment. Her heart slowly broke into two pieces as she realized that there was no recognition in Lance's face. The person that she loved was gone, replaced by... [i]something else.[/i] She opened her mouth to speak, before a morose thought occurred to her. Could she really tell Lance that he loved her, that she was his girlfriend? That had been forced upon them by Wanda - Lance hadn't made an active choice in it... Was it fair to make him return to that dynamic? Maybe now he could choose - if he really did love her, if they were meant to be, wouldn't he find his way back to her? 

	[color=#a81a75]"... I am Runa, Baldur's daughter, Goddess of Lies,"[/color] Runa said, her voice uneven at first before settling. Bethany came into the room and Runa turned her head. Bethany would be able to see a single tear trailing down her cheek. [color=#a81a75]"Um.... We're fine. Lance... His memories... They, um, seem to be gone - replaced by his memories from this world,"[/color] Runa explained to Bethany, blinking rapidly to try to hold back further tears. [color=#a81a75]"But I think we are ready to go,"[/color] she said, turning to look back at Lance, [color=#a81a75]"will you come with us?"[/color]