Sparks

"Thousands of years of evolution in a single moment.

[unleashthxfalcon]

MC ll Open

[unleashthxfalcon]

Sam nearly jumped at the sudden presence, but almost immediately repressed the notion. It was Lincoln. Not some intruder. Turning to the left wing he noticed that there was indeed a small scorched area around the base. It wasn’t too large but the size was alarming.

“Thanks.” He throws behind him with a smile as he opens up the mesh, moving back as sparks fluttered his way. Sam never would have figured it out by himself and the wires would have gone without notice. Potentially putting himself at risk almost as soon as the wings fired up. 

“Also these are the tertiary feathers. At least if these wings were real..” Sam added a moment later.

[notbadjustmisled-blog]

“I was wondering if you’d call them feathers. They’re very... metal.” Lincoln took Sam’s lack of aggression as a sign it would be okay for him to come closer. “Do you mind if I take a look? I could probably straighten the wires out without you having to pull it apart further.” 

It had been a long time since Lincoln felt helpful. In Afterlife, he could help new Inhumans Transition to their new lives. He had medical training. He forced himself out of his self wallowing (it was really something he needed to work on) and turn his attention back to the wings, fingers hovering over them curiously, feeling the static within them. 

“How do they work? I mean, how are you linked to their controls?”

[unleashthxfalcon]

MC ll Open

It was yet another successful mission. The rest of the avengers were out relaxing in the lounge, training, or even off in their own living quarters. Sam on the other hand was in one of the few tech rooms, cleaning off his wings and checking them for damage. 

He was positive that they were fine but it was better to be safer than sorry with his wings. A simple dent or chip in the wings themselves could throw off his flight pattern. Which he really couldn’t afford. Not while being on this team.

Getting up he walked over to the right wing, hands rummaging along the edge of the wing before inspecting the mesh. Sam was completely enthralled with his little check up that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. Ignoring almost anything or anyone.

[notbadjustmisled-blog]

Lincoln wouldn’t admit it, but he was drawn to the allure of the Avengers. By no means would he ever consider being a part of something like them -- sensationalized and known to the world; no he needed anonymity -- but he had to admit, he wondered what it would be like to be a hero. Sometimes, his wondering brought him to Avengers Tower itself. 

He was no threat to them -- that much Phil Coulson had made clear. He was sure there were some places he wasn’t supposed to be, but electrically locked doors were no match for him. His curiosity brought him to a room with the hum of electricity and sophisticated technology curling about him. He found himself most interested in a set of metal wings -- and the man who held them. 

“There’s a crossed wire at the base of the left wing.” The words tumbled out before he even realized they’d formed on his tongue. “By the... um... tertiary... feathers?” He could feel the wires misfiring when they collided, a microscopic glitch, but a potentially fatal one.

[notbadjustmisled-blog]

The fall of Afterlife and the disintegration of the Inhumans had had Lincoln reeling. While he hadn’t spent all his time in Afterlife before the brief war, Lincoln knew he had a true home to return to. With the one man who knew where it was dead, there was no going back ever. With their leader gone, there was no starting up again from the ruins. 

He was exposed and out in the open, with no place to duck into cover when he needed to get away;  cut loose from a wide network of similar people and grasping at a wholeness he was sure he would never quite feel again. There was nothing left for Lincoln to do but start his life back up. Alone.