TB

years of wishing and praying that the life you were given was some glitch in the matrix. Nothing ever felt right or complete. All it took was that final straw, a forced marriage with a man you barely known. You found yourself in the library, tears stained your face then you saw it. The light glow from a book everyone told you never to touch. All it took was one line of ink, one touch, and you found yourself sitting in a room that looked all too familiar, the faces full of concern as they watched you look as if you never knew them. They were worried about amnesia. You were worried on how in the world you were in the library seconds ago crying and now you were sitting in the avengers tower with the people you swore you only saw in the books you used to read.