[ Adam nods. ...nine years ago. right after the explosion. or maybe a little while longer after (the thought of him and John being the same age seemed wrong to him, and he'd always still think of the other man as older). after all, he was out for a long time. ]
Sometimes, we remember being pulled from different times. Don't ask me how it works. You're lucky they got you then. When the Storm hit for me, it was 1984.
It wasn't easy.
[ and so, he begins to explain it. about the coma, just like he had the first time John woke up back home. how he found himself dancing once again to the beat of Zero's drum, because what else could he do. how he spent nine years alternating between his cover as a soviet officer in Afghanistan, doing work with Miller (he tries his best not to let any disdain show through), and keeping an eye on him. how he finally woke up after nine years.
he doesn't mention Venom, and everything else that happened. not yet. this was still a lot for him to take in. ]
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Sometimes, we remember being pulled from different times. Don't ask me how it works. You're lucky they got you then. When the Storm hit for me, it was 1984.
It wasn't easy.
[ and so, he begins to explain it. about the coma, just like he had the first time John woke up back home. how he found himself dancing once again to the beat of Zero's drum, because what else could he do. how he spent nine years alternating between his cover as a soviet officer in Afghanistan, doing work with Miller (he tries his best not to let any disdain show through), and keeping an eye on him. how he finally woke up after nine years.
he doesn't mention Venom, and everything else that happened. not yet. this was still a lot for him to take in. ]