[for Felix] Meeeeemories.

Felix is the kind of weirdo who likes to clean the Compound, so I have a decent idea of where he’ll be after I leave the Scrapyard. I still feel dazed, trying to make sense of conflicting sets of memories. Nothing feels real just yet, a lot of it feeling more like a dream than something I actually lived.

When I find Felix armed with rubber gloves and cleaning supplies, I can’t help but smile. It’s the sort of smile that’s a little sad and a little fond. My eyes start to sting, and I convince myself it’s the chemicals. There are about fifty things I want to say, but I end up blurting out the stupidest one.

“You fought Skrulls.”