iamnotahorse:

"Wow! Mommy can I talk to the horse-man?" The voice had come from a little girl, doubtless less than a decade old.

"I don't think so honey. I think he wants to be by himself."

The child's mother was wise. Bill practically radiated a sense of loneliness. Well that and anger, despair and a healthy dose of self-loathing. Bill was seated, barely as the small chair chair struggled to contain his bulk even in his "standard" form, at a local cafe. At first he had gotten quite a few looks, but he had been fortunate in that one of the waitresses recognized him as someone eho had helped Thor.

'This is not my planet. These are not my people. They're both gone.' This mantra had gone through his head constantly since he had returned to Earth.

Bill was currently nursing his fifth couple of coffee. The gold coin, he picked it up during one of his forays into Asgard, had bought him several cups of the brew. It wasn't bad really, but he imagined it wasn't strong enough to really effect him. He was currently expecting the arrival of a friend. Someone who was also leaving among a people not her own.

steelmagnolia:

 Since she's gained control of her powers, Rogue has missed the high places.  She wouldn't ever trade the flight for the control over her powers but there are days where she wishes she could take off at will, to soar among the clouds.  It was easier to think, or easier not to think, when she was flying.  Instead, now, she has to make do with climbing as high as she can manage.  Usually, that's the top of the school and the mansion.

Today, she's up there, taking in the sun and the wind, watching the work going on around the island.  She tries to take a little bit of time every day to come up here but today, she's been here too long and she knows it.