joaquin torres, who's oddly smitten with that weird girl sam & bucky picked up while in madripoor. he's not even sure why, she didn't look exactly nice. her body was almost always draped in black lace and chunky jewelry with big, messy, eyeliner drawn on her face. she looks like she bites. god, it enchanted him. it felt like a spell. was she a witch? he heard those were on the rise recently.
sam did mention her having powers, just never specified what they were. so obviously, she was a witch, right?
right? with her long dresses and long nails and dark magic, obviously she was into dark magic. so there was no need to ask, right?
"you a witch?" he blurted one day, fiddling with a rubric cube and glancing at her excessively. okay, so clearly there was some psychological need to have an answer.
she laughed, "is that what you think i am, torres?"
"well... i- i wouldn't put it past you." he shrugged. just play it cool.
"yeah?" well, he can't play it cool if she's going to use that voice, "is it cause i dress like this?" she gestured to the purple dress that had little bats stitched onto it.
"no." yes. "i just know sam mentioned you having powers and all and i just figured, y'know..." he cleared his throat. has he always been this bad at lying?
"you figured because i have powers and i look like a shadow that i'd be a witch?" she titled her head, staring at him, "ugh, i wish. powers come from a genetic curse." she blinked at him and suddenly joaquin was slamming the rubric cube onto his desk with a wince as the corner dug into his palm.
she snorted then, "no. i didn't use my mind to move your hand."
his brows furrowed. were all gothic people this damn mysterious? "then what did you use?"
"my mind." he felt dumb. was she messing with him? she was absolutely messing with him.
"you just said you didn't use your mind though." his thumb rubbed on his palm, right where the corner dug in.
"yeah, to move your hand." she stood, grabbing her jacket with a small smile.
"then what did you use your mind for?"
"to manipulate your bones into moving your hand."
"that's the same thing?" joaquins face scrunched up, leaning back in his chair.
"nuh-uh, i didn't move your hand. your bones did. big difference, torres." she pointed at him, "anyways, i gotta go. you have a good night, witch hunter." a wink from her and he felt like a little schoolboy with the way his face heated up.
he blinked a couple times and then she was gone. completely gone, he even checked the hallway and there was no trace of her anywhere.
god, she was gonna be the death of him, either metaphorically or literally. he was fine with it though. as long as she kept talking to him.
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