[for Felix] Meeeeemories.

[learnfromthem]

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.”

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[oscaroscaroscar]

It took an awful lot to steal away Felix's focus when he was in the midst of good scrubbing, and given the ungodly mess someone had made on one of the rec room tables, the odds of something more important coming up were slimmer still indeed.

If there was anyone in his life that had proven herself to be quite adept at breaking the odds, however, it was Kate.

"Wha- I- Who told you?!" Felix spluttered, standing up indignantly. Finding out that all the thunder had been taken out of one of his finest moments was just too much to let slide. "I was waiting for the right time to tell the story myself! Ugh, and I bet they did it all wrong, too. Was it Tony? It was Tony, wasn't it? It just figures."

[learnfromthem]

I press a hand over my mouth to hide a smile. I shake my head.

"No, ah. No, it wasn't Tony," I tell him. I bite my lower lip and wave over towards one of the couches. "You wanna sit with me? Just for a second?"

[oscaroscaroscar]

Felix hesitated for a moment to sulk before sighing wearing and heading over to sit down, taking off his gloves and laying down a clean towel before doing so as he hadn't had the chance to vacuum yet.

"Of course, if only to make sure you've got the story right. Whatever you were told, I assure you, it was even more thrilling than you can imagine!"

[learnfromthem]

I skip on the towel -- though God only knows what goes down on these couches -- and sit next to him, leaning forward so I can clasp my hands together. I shoot him a little smile, taking a second to really look at his face. I've got so many conflicting memories in my head that I think he looks a little older than he ought to, because even if I just saw him the other day, I've got all this other stuff, too, from a couple years back.

"I..." I blink back some stronger emotion, letting out a wry laugh. "I... Remember it. I remembering being there, with you and Cable and Alice and Nate and the others. I don't know how. I just... I do."