Superheroes

Dreamed I was a superhero.
This involved a lot of running up and down stairs and Hawkeye appreciating my chest in a nicely tactile way.
But it was also about secretly being a lot of clones.
There was one of me in the team with Hawkeye, as far as they knew, and then they found another who looked exactly the same and seemed to be in training, so they arrested her on suspicion she was going to try and infiltrate.
But I had to explain this was just how it always worked. I had all these super soldier powers, but they'd gone a little wrong. I didn't get super healing, I just burned out really fast. But they had discovered how to put most of the memories from one of us to the next, so instead of deciding, hey, she keeps dying a lot, lets call this experiment a failure, they just decided that dying a lot was perfectly acceptable in a soldier and sent me out to work.
So the one of me Hawkeye had started dating was actually two generations ago and none of us remembered quite how it had happened, and the one of me he'd had the happily tactile relationship with from, from her point of view, first meeting, that was the gen before me. And he'd been thinking I was mad at him but actually I was a new gen and I knew he was in love with us and I thought it would be cheap to take advantage of that without explaining, which he wasn't cleared for. But now they'd found too many pieces so I explained anyway.
And that didn't lead to happily ever after because, still dying a lot.
So the one he'd just arrested was the one of me he was going to be working with for about the next six months.
Maybe longer, this time, if the new process actually worked.
You never know.


So that was interesting because he'd have to decide which were the important things about identity and continuity of identity. Who exactly he was dating.
Because we all had a lot in common, we could all be his team mates, but our emotional reactions weren't going to stay exactly the same. Also, he'd have to watch us die a lot, and now he knew that.
So he could just decide that the first one of us he'd dated was The One and mourn her, or the second one he'd been with longer was The One and then he could go sit by her bed as she died, or he could keep tearing his heart out over every generation of us. Or he could pretend we never die, just lose a few memories. Or, quite validly, he could reckon us all liars and the whole relationship a fake, and be angry sad just the once about the whole thing.
But from his side the feelings were real and persistent and about a year long relationship, so it weren't going to be easy, whatever he figured.