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You hated and loved your job. You were a nurse. And a fine one at that. You did what you could to help the people that came through but you always followed orders. Up until this night. You were doing your usual rounds, giving meds where they were needed, checking in on patients here and there, the all in all same routine you always did. However…something caught your eye. There was an overflow currently and being all backed up, a few patients and ‘non-patients’ (the deceased) were lining the hall until they could be given the proper attention. On one of these lay a person covered in a white sheet, feeling strangely sad

You wake, looking to your left.  Pietro is still sleeping peacefully.  You can creep out before his parents even know.  You very slowly push the covers back, careful to be as quiet as possible.  You quickly grab your clothes and are just about to head to the bathroom when your hair whips up into a sort of wind.  Then you ram into an object that was not there before.  Pietro.  "Gee, do you have to do that?"  you ask exasperatedly.   Pietro doesn't acknowledge you, just crosses his arms over his chest and gives you a look.  "I was gonna say goodbye,"  you mumble. "Uh huh."  Pietro grunts.  "Like the last five times? I'm fast, but you're out of

I wake up before the rest of the group to start my morning meditation.  It's getting harder and harder to do, since (y/n) is only down the hall.  I manage, however, trying to concentrate.  If I was honest with myself, if I knew for sure she felt the same way I do, then nothing would stop me from running right over there.  But, despite my pride in self-awareness, this is something I can't seem to face.  Perhaps I'm afraid of the answer.  Either way, it's not like me to be so indecisive and it's frustrating.  I have added a longer session of meditation in the morning, to help me stay on track and focus.  With this in mind, I go out to the terra

You toss and turn, first laying on one side then another.  But nothing seems to be working.  You're too nervous about tomorrow.  You and the gang are on a special mission for Fury and you can't stop thinking about it.  Not to mention Danny is sleeping only a few doors down.  Flopping onto your back, you let out a huge sigh.  Giving up, you slip out of bed and head down to the kitchen.  Maybe it's time to give that warm milk theory a try.  You enter the kitchen, heading to the fridge.  A small night light is on, giving you some sight.  You open the fridge door, excited to drink some milk.  Nothing.  You search the shelves, the side door.  No m

:Request for OokamiBlack (https://www.deviantart.com/ookamiblack): "Look out!" Iron Fist shouted. A girl with (h/c) hair and all-too familiar (e/c) eyes turned to look at the oncoming Doc Oct arm. Danny's eyes widened in surprise, it was (Y/n)! She ducked and covered her head as Iron Fist- *Time freeze* Spider-man shows up on a gray screen. "Wait, you don't know what's going on do you? Ok, let me backtrack," he said. He pulled the current screen back and revealed on of the team at his house. *Time un-freeze* It was a normal day for Team Spider-man. They were all at Peter's house playing video games, well except for Ava who was doing homework. As usual. "Take that, Sam!" "Nice