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→ 10/27; tali'zorah
→ 10/21; marian hawke
→ 09/21; adrien arbuckal
→ 09/21; nathan drake
→ 08/15; marian hawke
→ 08/01; bruce banner
→ 07/11; elena fisher
→ 07/07; trish walker
→ 06/21; adrien arbuckal
→ 06/20; bruce banner
→ 06/20; bucky barnes
→ 06/19; elena fisher
→ 06/15; steve rogers
→ 06/08; bruce banner

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[prorenataa]

[ His companion had disappeared.

Courser didn't understand how or why, only that Adrien was gone. There was no recent scent marker for him anywhere on the ship and you can believe, the little tracker had searched the ship (what areas he could read) bow to stern.

For the most part, once he satisfied himself that Adrien was no where he could reach, Courser had settled down on the doctor's bunk to wait. This had lasted a couple of days, before restlessness (and some hunger) had pushed him into action.

Snuffling around the room, the bahari eventually surfaced from beneath one of the beds with a sock in his mouth. The sock held a familiar smell, one he knew where to find! Trotting out of the room, the alien cat worked his way back to the MedBay, easing himself past the doors and ghosting on silent paws back towards the Cryo chamber.

The scent tied to the sock wasn't as strong as it had been back when Stark had gone into cryo, but Courser had a very good nose and a very good memory. The Cryo chamber was quiet for the time being, allowing the tracker to work his way up and down the pods till he came to the one he sought. Sniffing at it, he could only pick up bare trace but ... it was enough.

Making a circuit of Tony's pod, Courser settled down just beside it and lay his head down, the sock resting across his paw. His sides heaved in a forlorn sigh as he set his chin on the sock, snuggling it as if it were some sort of woobie. ]