thesphererp | 002 - Memory Share

The scene that began to play was an innocent one.

A family sat around a small table in a small one room apartment. They aren't rich by any standards but they were happy. Two children sat at the table, twins, laughing and eating as they told their mother and father the story of their adventures that day. The boys arms were up in the air as if to indicate that it was 'this big!' while the young girl giggled at the exaggeration.

The point of view flickers between the girl and the boy as if unable to make up its mind on who to watch. Static echoes gently as a soft whistling sound begins to rise above the laughter.

That's when the first shell hits.

A loud bang reverberates through the building as the floor beneath their table quickly cracks. Screams could be heard as the table tilts, the floor quickly falling, disappearing in a cloud of rumble. The scene is now from the little girl's point of view. She's reaching out towards her mother and screaming, nearly falling into the large whole in the floor in the process. There is a hard tug on her waist as her brother picks her up but she doesn’t notice. She just watches as her parents disappear into the hole.

The view point switches again, now looking out from the boys eyes as he rolls him and his sister beneath the bed. The entire building is coming apart and you can feel it beneath your palms and knees, hear your sister's cries, "MAMA! PAPA!" You hold her tight and hold back the tears stinging your eyes. For a half second the echoes of the falling building seem to settle. You wonder if it's over. If your parents are somehow alive.

That's when the second shell hits.

It slides through their home and stops three feet from their faces. The crying has stopped but voices rise in the distance as people begin to search for those who haven’t died. The bed is covered in debris. There is no way out and the air is choked with dust.

You both lay there. Ten years old. Reading the one name that haunts your nightmares for years to come, 'STARK' painted in large letters on the side of the shell. You both call out and there is a rise of voices speaking in another language trying to find you. The rumble shifts and the little girl curls beneath her brother's arm as the shell remains in view. Another shift of rumble and another. Each one sending trickles of dust and cinder down on top of you.

You know that it will take time to clear away the rumble and at any moment the shell can go off.

The views switch again and you hear your brother's voice speak gently in your ear. The words are in another language but the meaning is clear. "I'm here."

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[If Vision didn't get her flowers, then his not-dad was a fucking failure, and Tommy disapproved. He knows how to romance a lady, and she deserved romanced. His mom deserved good.]

Just tell me when and I'll bring by enough for you to get drunk and me and Petey maybe a bit tingly.

[It's hard to think about flowers when you're secretly meeting for a week or so at a time. They had to think about discretion and false identities. It'd been romantic but not in the traditional way.]

As long as you two get me back home safely.

[It can be a family drinking trip.]

I wish you had stayed but there is something I want to tell you. [It might be silly but...]

I love you Tommy.

[She wants to tell him as many times as she can because Wanda knows that one day she'll lose him like everyone else.]

[Family drinking trips are good. Tommy is about to say he'll make sure that she made it anywhere and everywhere safe. But then his comment dies before he can even say it because he's muting his line to cover up how much those words hurt in a way. In a good way. The Shepherds never said that. Only Billy. Only Wanda. Dammit, she really does remind him of his other mom.

It's a few minutes before he can actually respond. A few minutes before he can keep the emotion from his voice enough to respond.]

Yeah, I'll make sure we get you back safe. Or he will. He's protective. And an ass.

[Why yes, he DOES know Pietro can see this.]

Thanks.

[She's patient, knowing that Tommy isn't used to such declarations of affection.

It's odd. She's grown up with her brother and they'd always assured each other of their affection and connection. They'd always been there for each other but Tommy hadn't had that. It doesn't matter how much time passes, it breaks her heart to know that her son has lived so much of his life without that kind of love.]

Yes. You two have a lot in common.

[She pauses with a warm smile.]

And I love him too.

I am getting more messages from those who have seen this. Perhaps when Pietro has claimed down we can plan something with the tree of us.

[A lot in common? Hell no. Tommy refuses to believe he's anything like that self-important asshole. Which, really is some sort of proof.]

Yeah, Petey calming down seems unlikely. But just hit me up if you need me... Mom.

I will. Thank you.

[She kind of likes being called mom and she finds herself smile despite the video or her brother's temper.]

You're a good son.

Try not to let your uncle get under your skin.

[Pietro has the tendency to do that, even to her.]

He'd have to catch me to do it. And he probably can't. Because he's slow.

[Okay, so maybe Tommy invites some of it. Actively. Because he's not sure how to treat Pietro who is so much less... Well, stick in his ass-y.]

Thanks, though. That's the first time I've heard that and not had 'son' be Cap talking down at me.

[She's just going to keep smiling at him.]

Good. Now I should go.

[And make sure that Pietro's okay...]

Yeah. I'll leave you to that.

[What? It's fair. Twins gotta twin first.]

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