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[This is an incredibly embarrassing post to have to make, especially after the one he'd put out a few days earlier. Reading through those replies makes him want to curl up and hide from the world for people seeing what he'd been like straight out of the Army. The messages to his friends are a particular humiliation. But it is what it is and he has to deal with this now. Man up, Watson.]

I'd like to apologize to everyone for my attitude and behavior the last several days. My death price has ended and my memories have returned. I can't take back the things I said to any of you, but I'm really very sorry. I was in a bit of a bad place where I was set at.

For anyone who was asking me, I'm in the Entrance area with America, England, and Ginger.

I'm also sorry to report that the cause for Clint Barton's death was the Joker. He mortally wounded Clint, but I'm pretty sure Clint was able to escape the situation along with Harley Quinn. Clint was able to mortally wound the Joker, as well. I'm not sure where the Joker is right now, but please be on your absolute guard. He is well-armed and he'll have been healed up after his revival, even if he might still have severe MN Poisoning.

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[Prior to sending out the message, John is rummaging around the new building they'd made it to for the night. He thinks he's getting the hang of this and he's relaxed a little more around his companions since they've not attacked him suddenly or stolen from him for several consecutive days.

He opens a cabinet in the kitchen and discovers a bottle of white wine, which is surprising, but not unwelcome when everything returns to him in a flash. It's like someone turning on the lights, full power when he's been completely in dark. It hurts.

John squeezes his eyes shut as the swirl of memories pours in, mixing, jumbling, resorting into the proper order and finally stopping when everything is settled. He's clutching his head, breathing hard. One memory in particular sticks out, though, the last one he'd had before dying...]

Fuck!

[Hope the rest of the house doesn't mind swearing.]

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[There's silence for a good long while.

Mycroft's so floored he's actually impressed. John Watson had managed to trick him!? It was insane.

This place has clearly slowed him down or messed with his mind too much. It's embarrassing.]

You--

--you, John--

[A beat.]

--damn.

[Another pause, angry breathing.]

Of all the--absolutely not, John, you will not tell him!

Mm...

[John has, unfortunately, spent too much time talking to Alfie Solomons.]

[Mycroft's not convinced, and he's furious. He's also furious at himself for getting tricked like that.

This was the second time John wheedled it out of him. Utter failure on his own part.

And there really was no way for John to keep this from Sherlock. Even if he tried, the doctor would either accidentally say something or Sherlock would deduce it from him. But of course John would tell him, and Mycroft had nothing to threaten him with otherwise.]

You don't know what you're doing. This will do more harm than good.

And yet, somehow, we all survive.

[There's a pause.]

We survive. Sherlock survives. I made it... I make it in time to him. Culverton. I made it there in time!

Obviously.

[A heavy sigh. He would have made that deduction instantly if he was in John's place, sheerly based on his own behavior to them.]

You arsehole! Why didn't you tell me straight when you arrived here? I've been worried sick about that ever since I woke up with those memories!

[A roll of his eyes.]

I didn't deem it necessary that any of you should know about the future.

[Of course, he had talked to Mary about her future...]

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Right. Because of course the Holmeses know best about which parts of the future I should know.

I'm telling Sherlock when he gets his memories back. And I'm heading toward you lot. Are you still in the Residential Area?

[Mycroft sets his jaw, considering sending John off on a wild goose chase as revenge.

So very tempting, alas.]

If you truly cared about Sherlock, you'd be wise and not tell him. Your choice.

And yes, we're in the Residential Area.

[The first part doesn't even dignify a response, as far as John is concerned.]

I'm heading to the school for food. Need to drop off clothes with someone after that. You can either meet me at the school, or I'll come to you after the drop-off.

We're not too far from the convenience store to the east of the school. I'd rather keep Sherlock here or at least from traveling too extensively until his memory returns. When it comes back we can decide on more concrete plans.

[Poor Sherlock, Mycroft taking charge like that. Though it would be seen if Sherlock would actually listen to him anyway, memory problems or not...]

All right. I'll head your way as soon as I've done the drop off. Make sure you let Mary know where you are. She can probably meet up with you sooner than I can. She was in the tunnels with Dr. Strange.

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