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bbombshells:
“Well, you’re going to have to. We all are. I can’t @#$@# live like this.”
“I’m sorry, Lana. Really. I just--” Sam paused, gaze darting between Lana and the ground, “--I don’t know how to move forward from this.”
hawkitout:
“I know next to nothing about Nova’s, so it’s not that insane at all. Do any of your space people know?”
“Uh, I mean-- I’m kinda one of the only Novas left. Well, there’s Dick, but I haven’t seen him in God knows how long. Rocket might know something, but I don’t want to leave him alone with my helmet - he might try to sell it,” Sam blinked, letting out a frustrated breath, “My options are kinda limited.”
magiksx:
“I’ve never cared for them.” Illyana shrugged a shoulder. It was nothing personal to Emma or anyone. She just liked her sword more than people snooping in heads. “Right, that’s who you are. The little spy from the Phoenix war.”
“Me neither,” Sam sighed, taking a slow, deep breath afterward in a feeble attempt to compose himself, “And I’d really appreciate it if that wasn’t what I was known for from now on, but I don’t think there’s much I can do about that, is there?” The young Nova frowned.
ghcstspider:
“There’s like eighty billion people around and a bunch of Avengers. Someone has got to be able to help you. There’s just no telepaths in my verse so this is new to me.”
“Seriously? Lucky you,” Sam scoffed, shaking his head, “I don’t know, I’ve been talking to Lorna a bit. She seems promising. Seems to hate Emma too, so that’s a good sign.”
exdaughterofthanos:
“Why?” The question was genuine. He was not her friend or family. People died. Every time she had killed for Thanos, Gamora had felt bad. Every time she had swallowed it down and acted like she hadn’t cared. But oh, that was why. Nobody deserves that. “Maybe not,” she conceded. “But it’s what I got.”
“Because, I know you, Gamora. You’re a good person. And even if you weren’t, I’d still say so. I don’t know why-- I don’t have an answer. I just know. In my gut. You know? And it may be what you got but that doesn’t mean it has to define you for the rest of your life.”
exdaughterofthanos:
“Me and Rocket?” Gamora repeated back. A part of her was instantly caught up in the longing. What it would be like to train some and nurture them. To be anyone but Thanos who instructed through fear. “How did you meet her?”
“Yeah,” Sam responded, a hopeful grin tugging at the edges of his mouth, “And it’s kind of a funny story actually. I uh-- I tried to use my dad’s helmet. Had a little- er, accident. And somehow, you guys found me. I gotta say, waking up to a green lady and a talking raccoon after almost falling into a coma, not a good way to convince yourself you don’t have a serious head injury.”
glaciemregina:
Emma took a deep breath, corner of her lip barely rising and falling into a smirk that she refused to let out. “You’d have to answer that. You certainly have no reason to. We can call this my atonement though, an act of good will. I’m not entirely a monster. You don’t want to trust me, but I think you may.”
Sam was ready to walk away at a moment’s notice, but something told him it would never be that simple. Not anymore. Not with Emma a part of his life now.
“There are plenty of other telepaths around. What’s to stop me from asking one of them? Somebody who’s arguably way more trustworthy.”
f-eliciaa:
Felicia let out a very non-Felicia like scoff at that. “Good luck, but usually when we fill a pair of shoes, we’re doomed to repeat their actions.”
“In my case, it’s a helmet, so maybe different rules apply there,” Sam joked.
thevdova:
“Yelena Belova.” The woman introduced herself, one hand extending gracefully in a form of introduction. He didn’t look like much but most didn’t. You couldn’t really rely on that. Snap judgements were reserved for combat only and even then you had to look deeper. That’s why the Black Widow’s were the best at what they did. They were trained to see everything in a heartbeat.
“Nova,” she drew the word out. Yes, she knew of the Nova’s but she was far from an expert. “I have not. Have you heard what they call me? Black Widow.” The assassin paused. “I prefer White at the moment. My status is not weak, but I’m observing a period of mourning out of respect.”
Sam shook Yelena’s hand, noting to himself that her handshake was arguably much more impressive than his own. “Black Widow, that means you--” Sam understood what she meant, who she was mourning for, and suddenly his own troubles seemed a lot less important, “I almost lost someone recently. Thankfully she’s okay, but I didn’t think she was for a while, so uh-- I know what you’re feeling. And I’m sorry.”
ircnhearted:
“Nadia’s too nice to do that, even if she wanted to.” Riri commented before realizing what she said. “Shit, Sam. Sorry. I just meant that if she wanted to break up with you, she would.”
“Thanks,” Sam jokingly responded, sarcasm masking the ounce of hurt Riri’s words had managed to inflict before her apology, “--I think-- I just need to take things very very slow.”
thewxsp:
Hands rose up to clutch at her temples for a second. There should have been damage but the skin was smooth. Uninterrupted. Later, they’d explain to her that they’d used Dr. Helen Cho’s cradle technology and Amadeus himself had expedited getting his late mothers work. In that moment it was just another thing that didn’t make sense. Sam had the ice and Nadia let her hands fall. She looked at them resting on top of the white starchy hospital blanket and the way the bracelet was cinched too tightly on her wrist. The plastic hung dully from the knob. She had always been small, but had her wrist always looked like that?
Emma Frost. Emma Frost. Emma Frost.
“But why would Emma—” The question froze on her lips. The Phoenix Force. The fight. A blink. A breath. Repeat. “Emma made you do this? Why you? Why me?”
And then, against her own volition, Nadia began to cry. She shriveled up in the sheets and folded in on herself. All her mind wanted to do was once again give in to the black void of sleep, but she kept her eyes open. She looked at Sam.
“You tried to kill me. I know it was not your fault, she made you do it. But I’m just – it is a lot right now. подавляющий. I don’t know how to forgive.”
Sam was speechless. It was all happening so fast and his worst nightmare was coming true. Seeing Nadia so afraid, so broken, made Sam sick -- and filled him with such unbridled rage for a certain blonde telepath that Sam didn’t know what to do with himself. But he did know what not to do. And that was to show anything other than compassion in the face of his injured teammate, his best friend, his hopefully still girlfriend.
So he swallowed the anger, but all that came rushing back was a surge of sadness. Deep regret for ever even encountering Emma in the first place. But Sam knew it was unrealistic to blame himself for the encounter. He had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Simple as that.
Right? There was no way Emma had chosen the two of them ( of all people ) to torture. What threat did two seventeen-year-olds pose to her master plan?
“I don’t know, Nadia. I don’t know,” Tears were brimming in his eyes, as well as Nadia’s, and when the latter finally broke down, Sam clung to her for dear life, both hands latched onto Nadia’s free hand ( the one not currently containing an IV ) in a desperate attempt to ground her.
“You don’t have to, I-- I don’t know if I deserve it.”
thewxsp:
“I want to go to the zoo.”
Nadia at this point pulled herself off of the bed. She stripped out of her pajama bottoms to tug on some jeans instead. A pile of skirts sat discarded on the floor in the corner of her room, fashion statements she didn’t have it in her to make. The process was repeated to switch out her pajama top with a sweater. Sam didn’t have to avert his eyes. They had been together for a while, but a strange indifference filled her. He was her boyfriend and she was his girlfriend, but Nadia felt less connected. Her doctor had advised it would time for the new drug combination to settle in her brain and she wanted to believe him. She just hated the feeling.
“Mr. Lang was going to take me and Cassie,” Nadia continued once she was dressed. “But everything broke out and I’ve been unwell.”
Returning to the bed, Nadia hesitated before reaching out and taking Sam’s hand in her own. With him sitting and her on her feet she was still only slightly taller.
“Ты все еще любишь меня?“
“The zoo?” Sam blinked slowly, surprised by her answer, “Yeah! We can- we can definitely do that!” he replied, trying not to sound too excited by the idea. If he could improve Nadia’s current situation in any way he could, Sam was ready to jump at the chance.
Glancing away for a brief moment as Nadia changed, however, Sam was suddenly filled with an unfamiliar awkwardness. He brushed it off just as quickly. Retrieving his jacket from a nearby chair a moment later, Sam slipped it on just as Nadia surprised him once again with the Russian. It sounded like a question.
Ok- figure it out, Sam. You can do this. You- everything-- no, that’s not right- you-- love-
“Do I still love you?” Sam softened, “Of course I do, Nadia. But I- I guess I could ask you the same thing,” a nervous chuckle followed Sam’s awkward response.
heartofmetal:
“Is there a way for you to be sure your thoughts are your own?”
“Considering I’m not too keen on letting anyone else in my head to check, I don’t know.”
itsmjcnes:
“She didn’t die. That’s a positive.” –Yeah, she was bad at this.
Sam blinked at MJ, “--yeah. Sure.” God, please stop.
pclariis:
“That we need to get telepaths under control. I had a hypnotist tamper with my mind once and I wanted to claw my brain out.”
“Jesus-- I’m sorry. How’d you end up fixing things?”
bbombshells:
“Everyone would else would say ‘like normal’ if that’s possible.”
Sam let out a bitter chuckle, “I don’t think that’s a concept I can comprehend anymore.”
hawkitout:
“There’s always room for improvements and upgrades. Consider it a starting point.”
“I know this probably sounds insane, but I don’t know the first thing about augmenting Nova technology. And the manual isn’t exactly user-friendly. That was a joke. There isn’t a manual.”