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@heydanvers-blog
hi, love the hair. question, though- if you could have anyone play you in a movie about your life, who would it be?
I think it suits me, too. Thanks.
Don’t have too much time for movies nowadays, but I liked that actress in Edge of Tomorrow.
Glad you’re not offended by my inattention to the obvious. I really didn’t expect to run into any superheroes today. Or, any day, really.
This is kind of amazing.
I’ll– uh, thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. That’s very generous of you.
Have you lived here long? Doesn’t seem like it, most people get used to superheroes by the second week here.
Hey, that’s what I’m here for. Servicing the public and all.
(917-1) Yeah, I’ve never really had a pet?
(917-1) So I dunno much about them
(917-1) Alright I’ll be right there after I get your overdose of cheese
(917) really? I would’ve figured you had a dog growing up, at least.
(917) you seem like a golden retriever type of man. or maybe a labrador.
(917) thanks, Sam. I owe you one for the grilled cheese.
Space? Please… Last time I was there was around this time last year - nearly didn’t make it back. Wouldn’t mind another visit at some point, as long as a purple titan doesn’t rear his ugly head… But a vacation sounds kind of nice actually. Been thinking about catching up with a few old friends from back home on Rhode Island. Maybe take out the ole yacht, it’s been a helluva long while. If all goes well and I gain a spring back into my step, who knows - might invite you along sometime.
[the mug is brought down towards the table, the man’s dark gaze falling onto it as he idly twirls it within his grasp. The inventor often took for granted the sheer volume of concepts that he personally thought up - knowing deep within how brilliant they were was enough for the man to grow a little despondent from time to time. But Carol seemed to be happy with the little offering he had, and that caused for a warmth to spread across his chest]
Gotta say, your yelling perks up everyone’s mood - incredibly entertaining during dull missions. Drink dispenser, huh? I’ll bear that in mind when I create version 2.0. You’ll see, you won’t be able to live without it. [rising from the spot with a chuckle, Tony ventures towards the nearby coffee machine, looking over his shoulder with a nod] Sure thing, how do you like it?
Rhode Island’s nice, even with that terrible fish smell that always follows you around, so I might just take you up on that. Save me a seat on your yacht. You won’t even need to launch it, I could just set it in the water for you -- there’s a reason you keep me around as a friend.
[Carol studies the mask for a moment without speaking, but quickly sets it down and straightens her spine. She crosses her arms, tilts her head, and a grin creeps on to her face: subtle, ludic, the corner pinching up into a curve -- but still soft at the edges of her eyes, as a last expression of her emotional spill to leave him with.]
I think you just like my yelling because it wears out my voice after -- I like my coffee black with a pinch of sugar. [Her grin widens and she turns to face him as he approaches the coffee machine. She reaches behind her to clear a circle on the table and sits up on it, dangling her legs over the edge so they just skim the floor.] Nothing fancy. I like to keep it simple.
I get them online… I always keep a few in my pocket in case someone needs a good luck charm.
We could all use a little luck.
You don’t meet a lot of people nowadays interested in Greek mythology -- my personal favorite’s Athena.
(917-1) You got it
(917-1) I dunno I’m not a cat person
(917-1) That sassy? Now that’s something I gotta see
(917) not a cat person? :( you’re breaking my heart, wilson.
(917) yeah, THAT sassy.
(917) if I don’t get some help soon this cat might kill someone
(917) it’s really cute though
anyone you got your eyes on?
Maybe.
And you can place all the bets you want, but I’m keeping this to myself. Too many blackmail opportunities just waiting to happen, if you ask me.
It wasn’t fear that made Rogue unable to look at the other woman. That made her heart race and her stomach drop. Fear was something that she knew how to deny. Neither was it anger. Instead, it was a mix of guilt and shame that brought these reactions from her.
She had to control herself. Control her emotions, control her mind. Something that was very hard to do with the woman who had haunted her mind and her nightmares for so long suddenly sitting in the same confined space.
But she was an X-Man and a teacher now. She had spent so long redeeming herself, building a new life and a new reputation. She couldn’t snap and throw that all away now.
She could practically feel the other woman glaring at her. In truth, she had every right to be angry. Every right to hate Rogue for what she had done.
But you’re better now. She thought to herself. And no one should be able to put you back where you were then.
Taking a breath, she lifted her head slightly, forcing herself to meet the gaze of the woman whose life she had stolen.
Rogue’s eyes met Carol’s, and she almost flinched. She took a shallow inhale and clasped her hands together in her lap.
Of all people to run into, and of all possible places to meet --
This was either bad luck for Carol or good luck for the nearby population. Carol wouldn’t hurt Rogue here. The one thing that stopped Carol, ultimately, was social convention.
The bus began to pull into its next stop, and Carol considered getting off here to take a different one before things got worse.
( As if. Carol Danvers never left without a fight before, and she wasn’t about to start now )
Instead, she stood up and weaved her way through the departing clump of people to approach Rogue. Without a word, she sat in the aisle seat of the row besides Rogue.
“Didn’t think I’d see you again.” Carol’s murmur was just loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be missed if she wasn’t paying attention. She didn’t say any more, only turning her head to look at Rogue.
Foggy had been out for a walk with Popcorn just wondering through the neighborhoods. He made sure that he knew where he was, though. He didn’t want to wonder too far from Hell’s Kitchen. He had wanted to go to josie’s but he didn’t want to end another night drunk and wake up with a hangover. Thank god Matt had been there. He hadn’t known what he would have done.
Pausing before an apartment, he noticed the address and smiled. When they had parted ways, Carol had given him the address to her apartment just in case he wanted to talk. So, finding himself in, he waited for her at the door, and as he heard her speaking, he turned around, holding Popcorn in his arms.
“I’m sorry to be a creep, Carol, just thought I’d come by and say hello I was in the neighborhood. I’m sorry I scared you!”
He laughed and held up Popcorn who cocked her head to one side.
Carol let out the breath held in her and the tension left her shoulders. A quiet snicker escape her and her arms crossed her chest. “It’s fine, Foggy, just didn’t see you. Have you considered applying for SHIELD? Your stealth is incredible.”
She glances up at the pitch-black sky and drops her hands in her pockets. Her lips turn up into a smile. “That’s popcorn?” she asked, pointing, and her smile widens, “I didn’t know you had a dog. She’s cute, though. Can I pet her?”
The apprehension that was in her before had all but left her. “It’s good to see you again, Foggy. It’s been getting a little boring around here, believe it or not.” Her hands leave her pockets to tighten her jacket around her as a breeze rolls past. She looks up at the sky once more.
“Do you wanna come inside?” she offered, “It’s cold and it’s late, and I can make coffee. I might have to lock Chewie in my room, though, to keep her away from Popcorn. She doesn’t really play well with others.”
Hang on… wrong coin…. Sorry, I forget I keep those in my pocket sometimes… That’s the Owl of Athena, she’s my Goddess….
Where’d you manage to find an Athenian drachma? They’re not exactly dropped on the street.
(917-1) Haha I’ll pick some up then
(917-1) That’s cats in general I think
(917-1) Try feeding it or something?
(917) Thanks. I’ll take mine with Muenster, extra-cheesy please
(917) I’ve TRIED, it just hates me??
(917) I’ve had to lock Chewie in my room so he doesn’t get hurt. this cat has more sass in its bones than I do.
Danvers, please. Busy is all I’ve been these past few months, so no real change there. Figured I needed something a little extra to slot in between the hours spent waiting on other people. Or worse, sleeping. Who needs that time to go to waste, right?
[he gives her a playful wink, reaching across to take a gulp of coffee - the stimulant does little to settle him, a fatigue hanging heavy over the man nonetheless. The gesture hides the smile that threatens to appear, lips pursing with the beverage as his gaze decidedly concentrates on the helmet instead. Tony doesn’t comment on her assessment of him, knowing fully that not everyone in the world saw him that way - it was a fact that he had simply grown to put up with. After all, can’t please everyone… Opting to go about showing her the mechanisms of the headwear with an outstretched palm, the inventor deftly gestures towards the sides]
Behind either ears— You see that? There’s a touch-sensitive node. Apply enough pressure and the panels assemble, firstly around the ears and then across your face. There’s a built in comms device too so you can keep in touch with the Team when you’re up in the air.
Stark, how you do what you do is beyond me. You’re burning the candle at both ends, and if you ask me, you need a vacation. Maybe I’ll take you to space one day. It’s very quiet out there. Much more relaxing than the Bahamas, right?
[She crosses her arms and returns his wink with a quirk of her lip and a snicker, then uncrosses them as she watches him gesture to the mask. When he finishes speaking, she takes it into her hands and turns it over. Her fingers find the nodes and press down twice. She watches the helmet form and retract, then her eyes flicker back up to him.]
The comms device is definitely handy, so I don’t have to yell everything down anymore -- you really thought of everything... well, it could use a drink dispenser, like those helmets you see at baseball games, but it’s really not bad. [Carol bites her lip to keep her smile at bay.] You got any more coffee to spare?
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There’s only enough room in this place for my ego, so spare me.
[he cracks a wide grin, carefully watching as she handled and wore the helmet - Tony had had his misconceptions about the design considering this was the first one he had created catered for someone of a feminine persuasion, but it did in fact suit Carol quite well. He gives an impressed hum with how well it fit with a nod of his head, reaching out to deftly fiddle with a central strip along the top which reveals a panel which widens and grows agape]
It looks great. Really great, in fact. Honestly, I lost track of time. Perhaps a day or two between doing a plethora of other tasks, it’s hard to tell. I don’t know what I was thinking, maybe I had Fashion Police on E! on in the background but— if you try flipping your head forwards, a subsection of your hair can poke out the top. Figured a crest-like fauxhawk might look good on you.
Good thing you kept busy and spared us the effects of a bored multi-billionaire. [It’s more comfortable than she would have expected for an enclosed metal helmet. She leans in as he pokes around the top, and her hand comes up to feel the lining of the window exposing her blonde hair.] It’s risky fashion statement, but I like it. Maybe I should get a real mohawk.
[Carol pulls the helmet from her head and smooths her hair down. She sets the helmet down between them and props her elbows up on the table.] You know, I do appreciate this. A hell of a lot, too. I’ll deny it if you tell anyone I’m getting soft, because I have a reputation I have to maintain,-- but between us, the thought means a lot. For what it’s worth, you’re a good man, Tony Stark.
Now show me how you made it roll up into a helmet.
She shivered a little bit because of the cold as they stood there. Jane was somewhat lucid but very much sleeping. She wasn’t entirely aware of the identity or even the presence of the other woman, but her voice made it into Jane’s thoughts.
“It’s really cold,” she mumbled. Granted, her pajamas were rather thin. “I’ve gotta make sure the baby isn’t cold.” Torunn wasn’t. In fact, she was sleeping soundly. Thor probably hadn’t noticed her absence just yet.
Usually, Jane was easy to wake, but the hand on her shoulder did nothing except jostle her lightly. This medication she had taken was rather strong.
She turned and went back to the door of the apartment building and tried the handle again. She wasn’t lucid enough to put in the entry code, and she had forgotten her keycard in her stupor.
Carol sighed, running one hand through her hair. She looked the woman over once more, taking in her thin pajamas and shivering and the glazed-over look in her eyes. Carol was stuck at a standstill on what to do -- what could she do?
“If your baby is inside, they’ll be okay,” Carol reassured her as she watched her jiggle the doorknob, “Here, take this until we get you inside.” She shrugged off her coat and didn’t wait for a response before she draped it over the woman’s shoulders. It wasn’t thick, but it was better than nothing and Carol would survive in her blouse.
“Do you have a phone with you?” Probably not. “Or anyone else to stay with for tonight? ... I’ve got my cell phone upstairs, which you can use.” Carol was hesitant to let a stranger, especially one in such a state, in her apartment late at night, but after looking her over one more time, she figured that the benefit of the doubt might be okay just this once.
