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Nyx became quiet as she let his words sink in and once they did she pulled away. “I get it. Don’t worry. No one here knows my actual name anyways. You don’t have to worry about having any connection to me.”
“It’s not like that, Sarah.” Grant claimed as he stepped back as well. “I need to go. Just... try to keep it low, alright? People around here -- don’t try to make too many close friends.”
Free Money? || Open
His answer caught him by surprise, because no he hasn’t heard of it. Although that didn’t mean a lot as he didn’t know about a lot of things. And while fifty dollars might not be a lot to him, he could see that someone might miss it.
‘’No, I can’t say I have but it wouldn’t be right, sir.’’ He said with a slight shake of his head. There was no way he could keep the money for himself. So hopefully the other wouldn’t mind helping him out. ‘’Would you by any chance have any idea who’s money it might be, sir?’’ The chance was slim, but how else was he supposed to find them? He could go around asking if someone had lost some money. But that could take hours, and the chance that he wouldn’t find them was pretty big.
“How would I...” Grant began to say before he took a look around. “It’s highly doubtful anyone is going to notice they lost money until they need to use that fifty. Which won’t be anywhere near here, considering mostly everything on campus is free. You’re probably not going to find out who it belongs to. So... if you feel too bad about keeping it, why don’t you give it to a homeless guy in town or to charity?”
Free Money? || Open
Jeremy was sitting in the cafeteria reading a book. And while the cafeteria didn’t hold anything of interest for him, it started to become his safe haven. Only when it was almost empty of course. He thought about staying in the common room, but decided against it. As it was less likely to be approached while being in the cafeteria.
After reading for a while something caught his attention. A fifty dollar bill was sitting on the ground. Jeremy looked around to see if someone was around who it might belong to. And luckily he saw someone walk away from it. So he left his table and grabbed the bill. ‘’Excuse me, you dropped this.’’ Jeremy said smiling as he waited to give them their money back.
Grant was standing in line, or holding it up as he read through the choices listed. Normally, his boyfriend had cooked for him, but with the man having gone MIA, he was running out of TV dinners (and they were hardly breakfast material). The question caught him by surprise and he turned to eye the money in the young man’s hand.
His hand moved to check his wallet, opening it up to look inside and count his money. “That isn’t mine, kid. You never heard of finders keepers, anyway?”
[Taken]
“I remember… I was looking for my mom. Do you think this is where she went?”
“Romanoff is your mom, right? Possibly. I haven’t seen any guards with broken arms and shit, though...” he reckoned. Moving to sit next to the kid, he rested his arms on his knees. “Worried?”
Confusion settled on her face as she heard his words. She wasn’t sure what that was about. Maybe he hadn’t recognized her. She realized it had been years since she had seen or spoken to him. So she decided to try again. “Grant, it’s me.”
Grant stopped at the words, whirling around and reaching out for her arm. “You listen to me,” he ordered in a hushed tone. “The less connection you’ve got with me, the better. If you’re planning to stay here, don’t tell anyone your last name. There’s a reason stopped talking to you and Tommy. I can’t explain it right now -- I mean ever. I can’t -- just... stay away from me, alright?”
By the time she realized that someone was in her way her stuff had alrady fallen to the floor and she sighed. Nyx didn’t even bother replying to the man as she picked up her book. It was something familiar about the voice and it didn’t take long for her to place it. Once she did she quickly stepped back surprise written on her face. “You’re here?”
Grant looked down at the question, eyes widening behind his glasses. Panic quickly swelled in his chest. Garrett was not going to like this. Not at all. He took a step back, hand flexing momentarily as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. “You’re mistaken, I’ve never met you,” he lied quickly as he walked around her.
Nyx was hardly paying attention as she walked down the pathway between her dorm and the dining building. She was busy looking at the booklet that explained the different studies and activities that the University has to offer. She was so focused on the book that she hadn’t noticed someone walking in her direction.
Grant hated when terms were in session. Kids had more on their mind, they stopped doing simple things like watching where they were fucking going. He stumbled back when he ran right into the girl, sighing heavily as he dropped all of Carter’s paperwork. Crouching down, he gathered everything up. “I oughta give you detention.”
[Taken]
“Not this… well, um, yeah.” He nodded, pressing his cheek against his knee. “Do you remember anything before this?”
“I.... no. I don’t think so.” Grant claimed. “Eating dinner, then... nothing.”
[Taken]
“I dunno. I haven’t ever had to reactivate it. Tony usually did that.” James said quietly.
“Tony as in Tony Stark?” Grant asked. “Well, we’re not getting that thing working.”
“Please tell me you’re exaggerating. I can never tell with you people.”
“With us people? You mean agents?”
[Taken]
James looked up at the question, nodding in confirmation. “You think so?” he knew before he’d been kidnapped, they’d been looking for his mother. But, it was a whole new thing looking for James. They hadn’t known him as long.
He reckoned that mattered. Maybe not.
“I’m not broken.” He denied. “I’m… trying to figure out what to do. They deactivated my gauntlet…”
“Sure, kid.” Grant didn’t know, but it was Captain America. Wouldn’t do well for him to be on the weekly issue of bad dad mag. He leaned against the bars and hummed thoughtfully. “No way for you to get it reactivated?”
“So you just shoot something from wherever and hit it dead on or whatever? Someone’s full of himself.”
“Sure. Exactly what I do.” Grant answered as he reloaded his gun.
A box is left on Ward's doorstep. Inside is a small kitten with a bright, red bow atop it's head. The card attached is your standard happy holidays card, with some scrawl: 'I thought you looked lonely. SS.'
[Taken]
James hadn’t adjusted to being dropped off in the icy plains as well as he did into a new universe all together. Even if it reminded him of the Arctic a bit. Now, though, things were worse. He knew someone was playing games with them. That they were a source of entertainment. He’d read about things like this in history– what happened to cage fights? He could easily break out of a cage.
And, pinned against those he knew (while not personally, he’d seen them around campus). It was sick and twisted.
He refused, of course. How could he attack an innocent person and actually become a pawn in this freak’s game? Now, he was sitting against a wall, waiting for something to happen. Maybe if he closed his eyes real tight, he’d wake up in his room just as quick as he’d woken up here.
“Dunno why you’re looking so down. You’re that Cap’s son, right?” Grant asked as he gave up on trying to get a look down the hall to scope out his surroundings. “No doubt that man is upstairs tearing some asses apart to get to you as we speak.” Grant claimed.
No doubt, he wasn’t. But, the kid looked lost and scared. Which also didn’t make any sense. Grant had read his file. Super strength and the whole nine yards. But, he was still a kid.
And, maybe. Just maybe Grant saw a part of him in the other. When he was in prison. Not that they were in that type of prison right now.
“Try not to let them think they’ve broken you, okay?”
Peggy could only smile proudly at him. “With enough hard work, you could, perhaps, replace one of us in years to come.”
“Really? It’s an honor just that you think it’s a possibility, honestly.”
“Baby, you’re pretty scary, so don’t you think if you threaten them more then that would make things even worse.” Gabriel snickered. “So you wouldn’t mind going to look at some right now with me.”
“No. I think they’d think I would kill them if they didn’t see you -- then see you.” Grant pointed out. “Now? I suppose. If we’re not gone long.”
