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     He only grunted at her response, though was      on the verge of speaking as soon as she just      happened to pick his room, out of all of the o-      nes available. Keeping quiet at first, Tony ke-      pt his distance and leaned against the doorfr-      ame.

     It was odd to watch how slowly she walked a-      nd looked about his room. It was like she’d n-      ever seen anything like his room before, but      then again, he didn’t know where or what sh-      e’d come from. She was living on the streets,      it seemed, and maybe that was answer enou-      gh to his silent wondering.

     Hearing the single word escape her, albeit qui-      etly, Tony looked at her reflection in the mirror      with furrowed brows. To him, his room wasn’t      that great. It was a bedroom, and nothing mor-      e.

               "Wow, what?“

     Taking a few steps forward, the engineer walk-      ed closer to her with arms crossed over his ch-      est.

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        Ava cleared her throat again, looking at the         reflection of her feet, eyes trailing up her sl-         ender frame until she could meet his gaze         in the mirror, closer than before. At first, she         shrugged and tapped her index finger once         on the dresser’s surface before walking to         bed’s edge and sinking down onto the soft         comforter, crossing her arms over her ba-         red stomach. Then she turned to actually l-         ook at Tony, biting her bottom lip.

                “I can be a real hard ass, I know. But this room is... I don’t know, it’s..”

        She lifted one shoulder, glancing out of the         singular, floor length window on the far wall.         The moon was fully visible, and the skyline         of the sleeping city was etched in blacks         and blues against the pinpricks of stars in the         sky. Then she let her gaze fall to her toes,         curled against the soft gray of the rug.

                “...It’s just beautiful in here. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

        Suddenly she felt dirty, but she kept her face         blank against the onset of strange emotions         that rose in her chest. What was she doing in         this very, very rich man’s building, shirt- and         pant-less in the middle of the night? She’d         bitten off more than she knew how to chew         plenty of times previous to this, but for som-         e reason, this bedroom made her feel unwor-         thy of the air of confidence and poise that she         worked to carry. Ava frowned, trailing one hand         over the smooth material next to and underneath         her. 

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     Why wouldn’t he feel uncomfortable      at the sight of a girl he didn’t even k-      now being half naked? Maybe at on-      e point in his life that would have be-      en exciting and fun, but he was diffe-      rent now. Those things didn’t happe-      n.

     The thing about this specific floor, th-      ough, was that it was specific for his      workshop and then bedrooms, henc-      e the large number of rooms. Nonet-      heless, he could only grunt and roll      his eyes at her response.

               "I’ll have you know that I don’t date under twenty-one, so calm yourself, kid.“

     Anyone in their twenties was, in mos-      t ways, a kid to him. He couldn’t help      how he addressed them… Well he c-      ould, but Tony didn’t care to. Howev-      er, he felt it was even more uncalled      for when she removed her bottoms.

               "Is that really necessary? Do you always sleep half naked or are you just doing that to spite me right now?

     Of course she was attractive, but the-      y’d just met. It didn’t feel right. Follow-      ing after her to make sure she didn’t      try to steal anything else, he kept his      lips thinned and chocolate brown hue-      s focused on her.

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        Ava pushed open the door, cocking her hip           and looking over her shoulder with a grin.

                “Oh, honey. Count your blessings, I usually don’t wear anything to bed.”

          She winked, smiling at him widely before           continuing into the bedroom.  She couldn-           ‘t let him see, but she was exhausted. Her           day had truthfully been shitty, and her bo-           dy ached as goosebumps rose over her           exposed skin. She stepped into the room,           frowning once he couldn’t see her face           because she could hear him following her.

          The size of the bedroom caught her off gu-           ard, and she paused, eyebrows lifting. The           bed had to be a king, though she’d never           seen one in person. Blankets on the ground           and sleeping bags were more her speed,           had been for years.  Straightening the bra           strap on her left shoulder, she padded clo-           ser, eyes wide. Tony’s footsteps followed           close behind, quiet now that the floors were           almost entirely covered in a gray rug.

          The flow of the room should have failed           completely. Sharp metals crammed toget-           her with soft curves, light from the moon           that was beginning to show itself through           the clouds reflecting off of silvers, illumi-           nating the navy of the bed cover, gray lines           alternating down the sides in sharp turns           and lilting twists. Ava didn’t turn the light on,           but the glint of a modern glass chandelier           in the corner and the glimmer of stars           fragmented in a mirror on the other side of           the room were bright enough to take her           breath. 

                “--Wow...” 

          The word was barely a whisper, and she           flinched when it forced its way past her            lips. She cleared her throat, walking fo-           rward like she hadn’t been surprised,           trailing her finger along the edge of the           black and gray dresser as her eyes fell           upon her dim reflection in the mirror, To-           ny’s image still near the doorway. 

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☼a long way

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Kieren blinked at the nickname she’d so easily used on him. If he’d been facing her direction, she’d see the mildly surprised look on his face and the small, warm smile that it shifted into. As it was, he had his back turned to her. One could hear the smile in his tone when he replied though.

“Not a bad sort of shock, I hope?” He asked, taking one of the larger, fuzzy white towels before turning around to face her.

“I was– as a good family friend had put it– born, raised an’ bred in England.” Shirley Wilson had said ‘Roarton,’ to be precise, but he was paraphrasing for Ava’s sake. Maybe he’d elaborate on his home town later. He had a feeling they’d have more chances to talk for the duration of the American girl’s stay. Or at least the hoped so.

He took the few steps to close the distance between him and where Ava sat, handing her the towel.

“–What do you mean 'raised everywhere else’? Does that mean you travel a whole lot?” He almost felt a twinge of envy at that.

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        Ava shook her head quickly at the first question that Kieren asked her, but then she blushed         when she realized he wasn’t looking her direction yet and would have no idea that she’d even         acknowledged his inquery. She ran a hand through her hair again, pleased at least a little that         it seemed to be drying quickly.

             “Oh, no, not a bad shock. In America, no one ever helped me out of the rain or let me in               to get dried off. It’s a harsh society, to say the least.” She bit her lip, shrugging.

        She gladly took the towel, pressing her face into its softness and feeling her eyes sting a little         with unshed tears. Even more of the heaviness she’d felt after stepping off the plane bled away         and cool relief floated over her shoulders. She pulled the towel roughly over her hair to dry it         and then hugged the fluffy material to her chest, giving Kieren a soft smile.

             “I’m Romani, a gypsy. I grew up moving from place to place every few months with my              family, upholding the nomadic lifestyle that my ancestors deemed acceptable. Home              is on the road, or at least that’s what my parents used to believe. I’m the first in my family              to cross an ocean, though.”

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          “It’s big enough if I’m being sent to get you,” Angel told her,           chewing on her lip as she thought about this all.

          Okay, so maybe the girl didn’t have powers, but SHIELD           wanted her and Angel wasn’t sure why, she just had a mission           and if it wasn’t her, it was someone else. She was starting to           get a little antsy too because now the girl was just getting more           and more determined to walk away and Angel couldn’t allow that.

          “Look, I know you don’t want to go, but you can’t just walk away.           I work with some very powerful, sometimes rather dangerous people.           Just come and talk with them. Perhaps it’s a misunderstanding, but           don’t make me force you…please…”

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        Ava looked around them, eyebrows raised. People passed by,         half glancing their way at times, half uninterested. Then she         turned her gaze back onto the agent, motioning with one hand         to the passersby, shrugging.

             “And how would you force me, exactly? You seem like you and your              employers play rather dirty, but we’re in a public place. I’m not              planning on going quietly if you try to take me against my will. So,              you better start trying to convince me that you aren’t completely              wasting my time, lady.”

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     She had no shame or limits, it seemed.      And she obviously had no care for aut-      hority or those older than her, as Tony      most definitely was just that. Clearing      his throat at her pet name for him, her      inquiry following, he reluctantly answe-      red.

     Well, tried to, at least. With the remova-      l of her top, Tony stood there dumbfoun-      ded for a few beats before forcing himse-      lf to look away. Who was this girl?

               “Yeah, any door on this floor, besides the one you came in from, leads to a b-                edroom. Take your pick and make yourself at home. How old are you, by the                way?”

     He didn’t want rumors going around that      he’d invited a kid into his home. That wo-      uld send the wrong message, and he’d fe-      el disgusted with himself if she was anyth-      ing younger than twenty.

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        Ava would never admit it if someone asked, but         the way Tony froze in reaction to her sudden lack         of clothing was kind of flattering and she glanced         away for a moment so that a blush didn’t rise to         her face. The confident air that she tried to carry         at all times did not allow for blushing. 

        The amount of bedrooms in Tony’s home had to         be absolutely ridiculous if every door led to a sep-         arate one, she thought as she glanced around the         dark room, the lightning having receded. Then her         gaze flashed back to Tony’s shadowed face and         her lips lifted in a tight smirk.

              “Calm yourself, pops. I’m 23, you don’t have to worry all night about                 looking like a pedophile or something. Unless you’re into that stuff.                 In that case, um, ew.”

        She unbuttoned her jean shorts and slid them         off, tossing them onto the leather couch with her         discarded shirt, and she was disappointed that         she hadn’t worn one of her more scandalous pa-         irs of panties. Then she pivoted on her heel and         played eenie-meenie with herself to select a         bedroom, the door farthest to the right winning         out. 

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          “I’m not claiming to know you,” Angel explained, shaking her head           and then sighing loudly. This was not how she had wanted this to go,           but it wasn’t as violent as it could have gone either, so there were pros           and cons to it all. Trying to approach this in a different way, Angel put a           little more business in her tone and continued to try to explain it all to the           younger woman.

          “Look, we don’t know anything personal about each other, that much is try,           but if the people I work for know about you, then you can be damn sure           that if I don’t bring you in, someone far less accommodating than me will. I           know what it’s like to be hunted…to have someone after you for powers that           you have, or for something that you have done, and I don’t want to bring you           in by force. Someone else they might send? They won’t give you the choice           that I am. The least that you can do is trust in that.”

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      Ava paused, glaring at the agent and crossing her arms         over her chest defensively. The people she works for?

                “Hang on a second. Just how big is this? And what do you mean by                  powers I may have? I’m a pretty normal individual, aside from a big                  personality, and you’re starting to sound like a crazy person, lady.”

        Ava began walking away again, but she knew that the          woman was going to follow her until she agreed to come         in. But Ava had never been one to go quietly.

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     Wasn’t this something Valerie had always wanted?      Someone to take a notice in her? To help her feel      not so invisible anymore? However, Valerie didn’t      know how to handle things now that it was happening.

          “I… I wouldn’t want to be a burden… That’s your money so you should use it            to get things that you want.”

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        Her comment made Ava smile genuinely, leaning back         and stretching out her arms, her back popping a few         times to. The release of tension felt good and she sighed         happily.

              “I have the things I want, hun. And it’s no burden, promise! I’ll make you a deal, okay?                Come with me, we’ll do whatever you can think of. At the end of the day, if you hated                it and don’t want or need any of the things we get, I’ll take them back. No problem.”

        Ava held up a hand, eyebrows raised. No strings, no contract.         She figured this was the best she could do.

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It seemed she’d come from America. Kieren had thought of going to France and Germany, but he hadn’t considered the US because it didn’t sound very PDS-friendly. The woman’s words only confirmed this notion for him.

"—I’m sorry t’ hear that…" He said solemnly. It was no wonder she hadn’t so much as flinched when she saw him. She had a friend who was PDS. He was reminded of his family who’d gone through lengths to keep him safe back in their home town. Those of the Living who defended or sympathized with the persecuted undead had his utmost respect.

"My name’s Kieren." He replied to her introduction, "Pleased t’ meet you, Ava."

He was ready to say more but it was at that moment that the manager emerged from the back and stood by the counter. Mary looked over curiously at the pair.

"Somethin’ the matter, Kier?" The middle-aged woman asked, smiling warmly at Ava the way she always did with customers.

"No, no. Everythin’s fine. Oh, actually— I need t’ borrow a towel an’ help Ms. Ava here dry off. She got caught out in the rain." The ginger turned toward his boss. Mary immediately gave them her permission.

"Well what’re you standin’ around there for? Hurry an’ get the poor girl warm and dry." She urged them on, tilting her head toward the back. Kieren led Ava to the small staff room, ushering her to take a seat in one of the chairs while he took what they needed from the locker. While he rummaged through the shelves, he glanced toward the girl from America and thought it polite to keep a conversation going.

"So you’re from America? Is this your first time in England then?"

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        She had a moment to consider his name, Kieren, and she smiled softly. It was a nice name,         fit him well somehow. He had a warm face and a name to match, and she felt lucky. For once         in her life, she felt like something was going right.  Suddenly, a friendly looking woman was         standing with them and Ava ran a nervoush and through her hair. Maybe she’d spoken too          soon on the luck. 

        The grin returned to her face when the nice woman motioned for them to come inside further,         however. London was by far better than America, at least now that she was safe and warm.         She followed Kieren into the back room of the little shop, holding her back to her chest as a         chill passed through her wet clothes.

        There wasn’t much in the back room other than some shelves, lockers, and a few chairs that         could possibly be very comfortable. When Kieren motioned for her to sit, she did so quickly.         Ava suddenly felt as if she hadn’t slept in days, and figured it was just from the emotional ride         she’d been through in such a short period of time. She propped her elbow on her knee and let         her chin rest on her palm while he spoke and gathered supplies.

              “Sure thing, born in Pennsylvania. Raised everywhere else. But yes, first time in England.                First time anywhere other than America. It’s a shock, I hafta say, Kier.”

        She liked the nickname, and pronounced it almost sheepishly, hoping she wasn’t overstepping         her bounds. She felt that they could become good friends, though, deep in her bones. She hadn’t         felt that in a long time.

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     The response given came as a genuine shock      to Tony, but he recovered quickly enough to      grab the chip from her without hesitation. U-      nsure of how to respond at first, he then ca-      me up with something.

               “What’s so funny about murder? I was legitimately considering it right                then.”

     Okay, maybe he hadn’t really been consider-      ing it, but he’d been close.

               “And please don’t call me ‘old man’. I don’t like it.”

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              “Okay, daddy. And what was funny was you playing into my humor. I bet you                 didn’t even mean to.”

        Ava straightened her shirt, smirking as she rolled         her shoulders and corrected her posture after their         little tussle. He looked a little flustered and that a-         mused her more than she cared to admit. A sudd-         en yawn took her off guard and she covered her m-         outh with her hand, shaking her head.

              “Anyway. Since you so graciously invited me in with Mr. Robot, do you have a                bed I can use? I’m super tired; my day was rough.”

        Without waiting for an answer, Ava pulled her tank         top over her head, revealing the gray sports bra u-         nderneath. Goosebumps quickly rose on her arms         as the chilly air of the large room hit her. She drop-         ped the tank top on the sofa in an elegant motion.

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If his heart still pumped blood, his face would probably be coloring from the woman’s words. He was hardly a savior and no one but his mum had ever called him sweet.

"It’s nothin’, really. Couldn’t let you get drenched now, could I? We get all sorts here from time to time. I’m from the countryside meself. The city can be confusing when you’ve never been here before. I should know. Lost my way ‘round here a few times…"

He surveyed his clothes. Only the pants and his shoes were wet. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable because he couldn’t feel the chill. He still needed to dry himself in the back by the locker room though. On that note, he looked toward the lady and decided she needed a drying herself.

Kieren waved his free hand dismissively at her question. “Come on— it’s fine. We’ll mop it up. I’m sure Mary wouldn’t mind us borrowing a towel,” He said, his small smile remaining intact, “Mary’s the manager. She’s nice. Not a lot of businesses treat PDS fairly ‘round here but… she treats us well.”

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        Ava smiled at him, glad that someone this kind was the person who approached her at         her most vulnerable. She ran her fingers through her damp hair before nodding, turning         to walk through the open door into the little shop. It was quaint and cute, warm and cozy         to the point that Ava kept the smile on her face despite what had just happened to her.

             “Yeah, you know, that’s so nice of her. That you can work here and stuff. Back in America                they aren’t so... well, I had a friend and she was like you. She isn’t around anymore                because for some reason people back home can’t figure out that you’re just like us.”

        She looked down at her hands for a moment before grinning up at him. She hadn’t meant         to bring up such a sad story, and hoped that he at least understood what she was trying to         say without asking too many questions. Ava had never been good at opening up about her         past or her emotions. Suddenly, she realized something.

             “You know, I haven’t even asked you for your name. I am so sorry for being so rude!               I was just so distracted with the rain and with talking. I’m Ava.”