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| Call an Optimist, She's Turning Blue; Quicksilver | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 10 2013, 01:23 AM (179 Views) | |
| Spitfire | Dec 10 2013, 01:23 AM Post #1 |
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September 30th. Not Long After the Events in Russia. In one respect, it was quite nice to have made it through a major fight without having gotten shot, something broken or having been knocked out. Physically, Spitfire wasn’t really hurt, just a bit sore and bruised. So in her mind, that meant she had no need to be taking up space in the infirmary. No one had really noticed her sneak out on to the deck of the Helicarrier, or go to the railing. Sitting with her legs poked out of the gaps, she wrapped her arms around the steel bars, hugging them, tucking her chin down to keep a part of her face out of the wind that came from being up so high. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her now. Exodus had really gotten under her skin. Before, Jac had hardly been the most self assured person ever. A natural soldier, she took orders better than deciding everything for herself. What she had managed to piece together in her head while she’d been in prison, patching over a lot of doubts and cracks that had formed since...Well. It was like she had taken several huge steps backwards and a tiny part of her wished that she had never left the Brotherhood. Maybe if she had stayed, she could have provided a balance to Exodus and Pyro. Maybe, if, but...Hugging the railing a little tighter, she frowned staring out over the harbour. A wisp and a whoosh, and suddenly Jac was not alone at the rail. A figure in black and white, leaning on rail, allowing his almost colorless hair to blow in the cold wind. He was silent for all of three seconds, which for people like them was long enough. "Your partner worries about you. He sought me out in the quiet areas of the helicarrier and bade me offer you comfort." Pietro harumphed, "As if I need urging. He meant well, I suppose, but he is... much like the Captain, is he not, awkward in the ways of socialization." He looked over at her, his silver blue eyes daring her to find humor in Pietro Maximoff, self proclaimed antisocial grump, snarking on someone's personality. Her hair blew across the face as the rush of air announced the arrival of Quicksilver and she lifted her head to give him a weak smile. Then she felt a little guilty. “Oh. I didn’t realise I’d been gone for so long. I didn’t mean to make him worry. He’s alright really. Although I suppose I’m used to you, which makes him easier to get on with,” Jac leaned sideways, so that her head was gently pressed against Pietro’s leg for a brief second to let him know she meant it kindly, before she pulled herself back, continuing to stare out over the water. Funny really, how she seemed to collect those sorts of people in her life. “Are you okay?” she asked, after another moment of silence, her question small and awkward. Pietro harumphed and when she leaned against him, he reached out and ran his hand down her hair, briefly, to let her know he did not take offense. She asked about his state and he said, "I spent the end times saving people from themselves and doing such things as needed doing. It was much the same as any other threat, I suppose. The world comes to an end so often these days." He looked out over the water and said, "Do not think that I did not notice that Fury did not demand you return to your cell. I think you have proven you are everything I said you were. Thank you for not making a liar out of Pietro." “Honestly I’d have been fine if he had. I don’t really have anywhere else,” she shrugged. “I mean, I don’t want to be in prison but…” What was she going to do? Chewing on her thumb, the thought nagged at her, needling away. Of course it was just the remnants of what had been done to her, sensibly she was dimly aware of that, but it was hard all the same. “Don’t thank me. I should be thanking you. And James. Is he still on board?” "He is," Pietro said, "He is speaking to Director Fury about something that requires serious faces and much stroking of chins. I do not know what they speak about, but I was asked that I do not leave the helicarrier for the moment. They wished me to bring Wanda here as well, but she is with her human, and he has been summoned also. I am no longer my sister's keeper. I do not know how to feel about that." “Oh,” that was something to take note of. Loosening her grasp on the bars, Jac looked up at him, wondering what was going on. “She still needs you though. You’re a good brother, even when you’re not a ‘real’ one.” Really, she should probably get up off of the floor. Looking down, she dropped her eyes to stare at the waves below them. After an age of silence for a speedster, even one who was not as fast as all the others, Spitfire nervously cleared her throat. “I’m kind of scared. Of him coming back. I know that's daft, but the thought won't get out of my head," screwing her eyes up, she rubbed her forehead as if she could dig out the bad thoughts. It wasn't even the worst thought, but she didn't want to worry her friend too much with the darkness that was dogging her mind right now. He had suffered enough in the past without concerning himself over her. |
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| Spitfire | Dec 13 2013, 01:20 AM Post #2 |
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JP Continued Pietro nodded, "For weeks after my madness was cured by my godfather, I still feared to look in the mirror, afraid that I would be trapped there. I ate sparingly, I slept fitfully, and when I prodded the parts of my mind that had been afflicted, they ached like a bruise." He crouched down beside her, and said, "Exodus will not come back, not to claim you. Not unless he intends on fighting me, the Soldier, and myriad others who have accepted you into their clans. You are safe, or you will be saved. There will be no abandonment here." “I hope so,” she responded meekly. “But he doesn’t even have to come here,” Jac started to shiver. Unless they kept her dosed. “That’s what I’m scared of. He saw everything inside my head, all my hopes…” As much as she sought comfort, the young woman turned her head away from Pietro, even though he would probably understand all of this better than anyone else. “I just don’t want any of it used against anyone I care about, you know?” Exhaling, Spitfire hung her head. She was more tired than she wanted to admit but...Well. He understood. Even though she wasn’t quite looking at Quicksilver still, her hand snuck out and sought his, her fingers twisting around his own, then a squeeze. A silent thank you. He squeezed her hand back and said, "Mental manipulation does worry so." Pietro waved his free hand about to indicate the world around them, "When the whole of the planet can be affected by alien complacency, or mutant prowess, there is good reason to fear coming outside of your doors. When Wanda and I were young, and her powers were new, I hid her away because I feared that she would be badly used. While I thought it was to protect her, I did her more damage, because she never had the chance to grow and develop the proper way. Now, I know that rather than cowering from possible trouble, I instead must run towards possible satisfaction, or else die from neglect. That is what you must do. Decide which of these paths you will take." Turning her head slightly to look at him from behind the curtain of her pale blonde hair, she gave him a faint smile. “Well. I suppose I have a knack for trouble anyway so I might as well carry on running to it. Just - ” Jac grimaced a little, but didn’t see the need to repeat herself. Pietro knew. “It just might take me a little while. A lot’s happened and, well, I didn’t think I’d ever end up here anyway.” Then, as an afterthought that was as good as giving in. “It’s getting colder out here. I think we should go in,” what she didn’t add was that she was also a little hungry, but she wasn’t sure how much of an appetite she had. Too many knots in the stomach. Pietro pulled her to her feet, and said, "Do you think I intended on ending up in Shield? I'm a villain, dear girl, and relish in the thought of mutant superiority, far above these interfering humans. My father, wherever he might be, would curse my name to know I am here and dressed in their uniforms." Pietro smiled, "And, yet, I do manage to sleep well at night, assured that I have done the right thing. You will get there, Jac, I promise you that." He smiled and said, "It just seems like a long time because the world moves so very slow for people like us." Allowing herself to be pulled up as if she was nothing but a feather, she ended up on tip toes for a second, before her heels dropped to the surface of the deck. It was reassuring, really it was, but there were still the dark clouds spotting her soul. “I think I’m more of a villain than you. Maybe we should just collect team memberships. We have plenty between us…” Looking out over the harbour, she sighed. “So, I’m SHIELD now? I’m not even sure if I’m not just going back in my cell. Though I might be safer in there and less likely to get in trouble. And you suit the uniform better than me at least.” Pietro smirked at her comments and brushed his hand down his front as if sweeping away dust that was not there, "Well, of course I wear the uniform better, I am a fine figure of a man, whereas you are too short and too pale of skin, not at all attractive, you know." He was obviously lying, and playing the fool to amuse her, much like he often did with Wanda. "Fear not though, my friend, the fine Shield commissary will soon fatten you up, and your complexion? I hear rumor that there is color you can spray on your face and you will look as sunkissed as an island native. Yes, you should look into such things or you will never get a husband." Jac played along until the fake tan comment, when her face sank into a deadpan grimace. “I’d rather go and run and get a real tan. Though I’d probably have to dye my hair too or I’ll look a bit like a shrunken Barbie,” then she lost it at husband and had to cover her mouth with her hand. Oh, God. “Husband? Really? I think my looks are the least of my worries there. I might as well be in the grooms party for when you get married.” Pietro harumphed, "You will marry and Pietro will be the godfather to your children. Do not argue with your elders, especially one as wise as me." He gave her a mock stern look out of the corner of his eyes, "Come now. We've saved the world, yet again, I believe feasting is in order." He did not let go of the hand he had hoisted her up with, "No arguing, now. I'll not stand for impertinence." Rolling her eyes, Jac shook her head. “You’re like, six years older than me at most. Elder. And children? I’m not having children!” she almost shrieked. “Do you honestly think I have the patience to be bloody pregnant for nine months? No.” For a moment, she had almost forgotten about everything and it was not until that he was steering her towards a doorway that Jac remembered and shuddered, lingering a moment to look over her shoulder, out to the horizon. Pietro was very confident that she was going to be fine and that everything would be alright with her...But Spitfire wasn’t so sure. Shuddering, she turned and caught up with him in one quick blur, her grip just ever so slightly tighter on his hand. Was it really okay? She hoped so. |
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