[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]

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."