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Asha never understood why he’d chose to hide things from her. It only ate away at her more, made her worry and concerned that something bad would happen. If it was just work, what was the big deal?

“You’re confusing. Must be an American thing; like the big, tough, secret agent sort of situation.” She chuckled, head resting against him, “You don’t have to do everything on your own, and I’m perfectly capable of keeping myself safe. I could look into your eyes and make your brain boil in its on fluid. Wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

She couldn’t think of a situation where she could ever do that, not even if he broke her heart, but Asha had always been the baby sister and daughter figure, even if she was technically the oldest of her siblings. It always got under her skin to feel like she had to be protected.

“But, lover, I did not make the mistake of taking money and not knowing what exactly what I am doing for it. I cannot and do not fault you for your discretion, but you’ve chosen an odd time to begin to care. The blood is already on your hands; at least allow me to help you clean them.”

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“No, you didn’t make that mistake. I did. I was young and stupid and so full of anger,” emotion had begun to overtake his rational thinking and it was all beginning to spill out. The genie’d been let out of the bottle and there was no putting it back now. “I was supposed to protect those men and there wasn’t fuck-all I could do about it when some thing decided my unit looked like an all-you-can-eat buffet. So when Monolith approached me about joining them, promising me the ability to fight back against your kind, you’re god-damned right I took it and didn’t ask any questions. I wanted revenge and I got it. And you know what? I liked it.”  Worn, leather boots lightly pushed at the coffee table in front of them, the stack of paperwork so precariously perched toppling over into a messy heap on the floor. “But... things changed. It stopped being about stopping them some years down the road and more about capturing them. What Monolith did with the ones we captured, I don’t know. But now I see their faces in my dreams and I can’t help but feel like it’s--- it’s a sign.” “I have to do this, Asha. I have to find out what happened to them. And I have to do it on my own. Because you’re right: you didn’t make this mistake. I did.”

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“You are…” A cup of tea, chai, appeared in her hands, and after bowing on the steam, she took a long sip, “… full of it. Know that I’m on to you and I always find what I’m looking for.”

Stirring the tea, she crossed her legs, the television snapping on with the promised show. Mere background noise for her inevitable pouting. Lips pursed, and she avoided looking at him, huffing a dramatic sigh. She was her mother’s daughter, after all.

“You know, I would trust you with even the smallest little thing. No limits here. But I guess I’m just not special enough, huh?”

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“Oh, stop that.” Once of all the files had been gathered in a semi-neat pile, Creed threw his arm ‘round the back of the moth-eaten sofa behind Asha, crossing one leg comfortably over the other.  Her pouty lips and watery eyes may have worked on her younger, less experienced lovers, but it would take a lot more than that to make Creed budge.  “I think that limits are good. Limits are there to keep people safe. In this case, to keep you safe, Ash.” Not that he didn’t think that Asha was more than capable to hold her own; on the contrary, with her innate preternatural abilities, she would almost be as comparable as him in a fight on his worst day. Almost. But what concerned him more than anything else about tying her up in all of this--his past, Monolith--was that once she made herself known to that world, they wouldn’t stop until they had her in their thrall. And that just wasn’t something Creed was willing to live with.  Flipping his vape-pen absently between tattooed fingers, the mercenary huffed a sigh. “There are just things about me that... not even I know. I suppose I never cared to ask. I was just there to collect a paycheck and put another notch in my belt. But now, for some reason, I want to know.”

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“You can’t hide things from me.” Asha playfully tapped the side of her head, eyes turning back to trace over every last sterile piece of paper, absorbing very little, but not so foolish to just take his word for it. “You are… one of the least sentimental people I know, mon amor.”

Getting up to settle on the couch, sinking into a cozy corner of pillows, she patted next to her. She determined that she was, in fact, tired, and would perhaps doze off. Naturally she wanted him beside her if and when that happened.

“Don’t let the babyface fool you. I’m very perceptive.” She proclaimed, legs outstretched, “And you can trust me with anything that’s on your mind.”

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“Ah, bullshit, I’m sentimental.” Argued Creed. “Remember the time I went got you flowers?”  Sure, those flowers may have been uprooted from the gardens of one of those upscale suburbans on the city limits, but it was the thought that counted right? Sure, Creed could think of a dozen times in their relationship where he’d been sentimental. Like the time he’d gotten her a card when she was sick. Well, technically, he’d stolen the card from a hospital patient who’d gone out for a smoke, but again--it was the thought.  Creed was just brimming with sentiment.  As she spoke, he began to gather up his documents with one hand whilst maintaining his grip on his newly refilled cup of joe. “No, this stuff, though? It’s just old business.” He said, turning to her with a dry sort of smile. One that definitely broadcasted that he was lying, and that if she were to pry, the levee might break loose.  If he trusted anyone, it was Asha. And while he didn’t want to burden her with his issues, he was willing to share if she was insistent enough. 

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Asha could easily feel the tension that plagued Creed, and even though it broke her heart, she knew it had been a choice he was content with. All she could do was be supportive and try to help him as best as she could.

Even if it meant making him pancakes and coffee at three in the morning when he had things to do.

She peeked around him, eyes aflutter as they scanned over the papers and folders, giving him one last squeeze before moving closer to the table. Sitting down on the floor, she fingered through a couple sheets, head tilting at some of the words on the pages.

“I had a feeling something was going on with you. Nap ruined.” A hand reached over to one of the mugs, the cup refilling with hot coffee in her hand as she extended it up to him. “So… what are we working on tonight ?”

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We. It wasn’t a word Creed was used to being used with regards to his work. Not since he went private. Anytime there was a we involved prior to, it’d usually end up with anyone stupid enough to follow Creed injured, maimed, or otherwise ruined. They didn’t call him the ‘Bad Omen’ for nothing, after all. But this was different, this wasn’t business. This was personal. And the word ‘we,’ even when used by Asha, still just didn’t feel appropriate.  Creed shook his head, taking the mug of newly refilled coffee and lifting just beneath his nostrils. “You know, some day, you’re going to have to teach me that one.”  Taking a brief sip of the black, bitter liquid, Creed set down the mug and hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. His eyes darted to his tin of cigarettes, but knowing Asha didn’t like it when he smoked around her, he avoided the temptation by looking back at her.  “We are just looking through some old case files. Reminiscing on old times. Boring stuff, honestly. We could be doing something else, though. I think they’re playing reruns of one of those wildlife specials you love so much on Discovery.”

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“Really? And people are paying you and trusting you to identify a hit?” She giggles, hands sliding down to wrap around him in a warm, greedy embrace. Head resting against his back, the scent of gunpowder overpowered his cologne, something she’d grown used to and even become quite fond of.

No matter that the cologne was overpriced and from France.

“I’m going to have to confiscate your license, mon amor, until you can recognize your own girlfriend.”

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“I dare you to try,” he jibed with a glib smirk. Creed felt an overwhelming sense of contentment with Asha; his normally rigid body practically melting in her embrace as her arms slid down and over his broad shoulders. Ever since he’d had his body augmented, Creed had been in a constant state of physical agony---his blood BOILED in his veins, bones ACHED with overextension, muscles TENSED but never relaxed.  Not with Asha, though. Here, with her, he found that he could so easily ignore the pain that it was almost like it wasn’t there at all.   In front of him, on the coffee table, was a slew of old documents, manilla folders, photographs, and several unfinished mugs of coffee. Creed had taken the opportunity whilst Asha had been napping to go over the slew of contracts he’d completed with Monolith. Not for any nostalgic purposes, and Asha would know as much, but because something had spurred him to attempt to try and piece together what it was he was actually doing for them.  “You’re up earlier than I expected. Hard time sleeping?”

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Puts her hands over his eyes from behind, “Guess whooo?” 🙈

A playful smirk crept across Creed’s mouth, furry brow creasing in feigned thought. “Oh, come on. You know I’m terrible at this game.”

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