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Anya Antonovna Romanova Stark ([info]anyastark) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
Anya opened an eye and blinked from the bright sunlight flooding the room. What the hell time was it? Oh shit. She must have overslept. She was always up between four and five am /before/ the sun was up and why the hell didn't her alarm go off? She /knew/ she set it before she went to bed. Sadly she had been totally sober when she went to sleep.

Well. Time to get up and see what she slept through and hope to high Heaven that Bridget was doing damage control. Anya rubbed her eyes and sat up.

Oh this wasn't right. This so wasn't her room in fact it looked like...Toni's room? What the hell was going on? Anya flew back to Boston and went to sleep in her own room and in her own bed (sadly alone) the night before. How did she get to be in Toni's room?

The she looked down at her hands and noticed something else that was wrong.

Oh what the hell was going on?!


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