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@rgilmore
“--you needed me for something?”
ghcstspider:
“At least it’s firing straight.” Gwen fiddled with the shooter for a moment as she scrunched her nose and tried to make sure the calibration was right. Nudging a chair over with one foot, Gwen glanced back up towards him. “Are you experiencing any burning or stinging sensations?”
Graciously taking the chair and sitting down in the least uncomfortable position he could manage, Ritchie let his head tip back to rest against the wall for a moment, “---no. Does that usually happen?”
@rgilmore
Guilt was a funny thing.
It was an overwhelming feeling of sadness and regret, of constant wishing for the cause of the guilt to have never of happened, and even when you accept that there is nothing you can do to change the past and what happened, the guilt stays. Eating away at your core.
Idie knew the feeling all too well for someone her age. Though she no longer felt ashamed of her powers, she still felt the guilt of what she had done with them. Her powers had taken lives, and even if one day she felt proud to be a mutant, the memory of her mutation and the events of Schism would always be with her.
She was sat with Ritchie in silence. Idie was unsure of how this… Friendship had evolved. The first time she had met him, she had punched him, and now she was sitting on a park bench with him talking about guilt.
It was a strange thing to have in common – guilt. When you meet someone new, having something in common mostly referred to an interest like a book or game. Not guilt over the past. Yet, here they were, feeling guilty together.
She wasn’t going to pry what he had done out of him, and she wasn’t going to reveal what she had done to him. That was far too private, and not something to be revealed in public. Glancing over to Ritchie, she exhaled softly.
“You okay?” She asked. It was a loaded question, and not one she expected him to answer.
It was a loaded question, and Ritchie contemplated his answer for a good while.
What did it mean to be okay? That your life was stable and you were barely scraping by? Or that you were happy with how things were going, and content enough to quit trying? Or neither of those things, and just an abstract concept created to help you figure out if you need to get your shit together or not?
The third option felt the most likely, but still ridiculously out of reach as the problems Ritchie had divulged to Idie prior to this conversion, had now multiplied-- tenfold.
He was missing the feeling of a bottle in hand, but his present sobriety was allowing him to get lost in his thoughts, avoid conversation- something he wouldn’t be able to do for much longer.
You okay? the question echoed again and Ritchie finally shook his head.
franktasticforce:
“I don’t have to be up here all alone.” Franklin replied as a faint blue glow surrounded Ritchie and levitated him several inches off the ground. He was going to let him go if he asked. He was just bored and desperate for some fun.
Ritchie panicked slightly at the sudden lack of ground under his feet, but quickly regained composure only to flip Franklin the bird, “--not cool man. Put me down.”
Idie lowered her head, looking down at her feet. “I know that feeling all too well,” she said softly, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Now wasn’t the time to be wallowing in the past, something that she couldn’t change no matter how much she wanted to. Swallowing hard, she looked back at Ritchie.
“From my experience of guilt, it can be… So overwhelming.” A sigh escaped her. “I still feel it, I’m not sure I can ever stop feeling it. I’m sorry you feel this way.”
Ritchie remained silent after Idie finished speaking, expression pensive yet blank at the same time. God did he need to see a therapist. There was no way spilling your deepest darkest secrets on an unsuspecting peer was anywhere near healthy. But Idie was-- acknowledging his feelings, and that was more than he could’ve hoped for.
“Yeah-- you're not wrong.”
franktasticforce·:
“I don’t know where you’d get that idea.” Franklin Muse as he levitated himself about a foot in the air.
“Alright show off-- have fun up there yourself, I don’t have my suit on me.”
rico-chett·:
“Still a team, though. For a while I wasn’t even sure if we would make it.” Johnny shrugged, a tight lipped smile stretched across his face. “So who cares about normal? Normal is boring– even if that sounds like a huge cliche.”
Ritchie’s expression fell a bit at Johnny’s confession, but to be honest-- he shared in the sentiment. Adopting a bit of a joking tone once more, Ritchie raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, where’d you see that? On a mannequin at Old Navy?”
inescapablelight·:
“Wow, an upfront murderer. I’m impressed. Honestly.”
“Whoops. You got me,” Ritchie joked, hoping that much was obvious, but really--- what more harm would it do at this point.
xdusks·:
“It’s the only thing Johnny has been talking about in general.” Cassie snorted. “You know how he gets. He’s… excitable. I think it’s cute. Anyway, we can call it team bonding. God knows we need more of that.”
A slight smile played at the edges of Ritchie’s lips. Seeing Cassie this happy was--- really nice, albeit a bit jarring--- but nice. “I don’t know if I’d call a group date team bonding-- but maybe I need to reevaluate my understanding of the word.”
ghcstspider·:
“What’s the worst that can happen? I web you to the wall, vanish into the multiverse and you have to stand for four to ten hours until it dissolves? It’s doable.” With that she hit the buttons on the wristlets, the webbing squirting out towards him.
Ritchie flinched slightly as the fluid-like substance struck his hand and solidified. Tugging at it, semi-harshly, he let out an annoyed sigh, “The least you can do right now is give me a chair.”
thebetterhawk·:
“Clint, which is his name.” Kate commented gently. “It’s not like I made it all official and called him Hawkeye. Even then, Hawkeye is my name too. That should make it less stressful, right?” It was kinda cute how nervous he was, and Kate scrunched her nose. “I did. Just so you know, Ritchie, Clint is a man child who watches Dog Cops and eats pizza for most of his meals. The fact that he’s best friends with Black Widow doesn’t make him scary.”
“Yeah, okay-- I guess I feel-” Ritchie hesitated for a moment, brow furrowed in thought, “--a little bit better.” Why that much thinking was required to finish that simple of a sentence was beyond him, but that didn’t do much to distract from the situation at hand, “---let’s just do this some other time, I’m sure he’s busy.”
thegirlwhowouldntburn·:
Idie put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. She was unsure of how to comfort him, so remained silent for a moment, absorbing the information. It wasn’t a situation she had found herself in before, there was no right thing to say.
“I’m sorry you’re going through all this.” Idie said quietly. “And that’s not how teams work. Teams support each other. They don’t hate on each other.”
The creases in Ritchie’s brow softened ever so slightly as the girl spoke, each additional note of explanation lessening his guilt by a small amount.
Shaking his head after she finished speaking, Ritchie’s expression hardened again, “--you weren’t there. I deserve it. All of it.”
franktasticforce·:
“Maybe, good for you if so.” Frankin sighed. He didn’t know where this conversation was going and just felt like going for a fly. “Random question. Have you ever flown? Like without a plane or something?”
Ritchie shook his head, a soft exhale in amusement following Franklin’s words before his expression turned into one of mild bewilderment, “---I mean, kinda? Why do you ask? Can you fly?”
thegirlwhowouldntburn:
Idie remained silent for a few moments after he had finished speaking, absorbing the information. “As in romantically?” She asked, raising her brow. “That’s certainly… A lot to take in.” Idie looked down at her hands, taking a deep breath.
“Teammates aren’t supposed to hate each other.” Idie said quietly, breaking the silence. “And you don’t have to figure out your feelings right away. Don’t put that kind of pressure on yourself, it’s okay to be confused”
Ritchie let out an exhale to calm whatever unease had been brewing in his stomach, “---yeah. As in romantically.” It was a lot to take in, but his teammates were their own people, and they could do whatever their heart desired. And if that meant dating each other-- who was Ritchie to protest? An asshole, that’s who.
“I kinda deserve it though.”
“You got me,” Ritchie feigned disappointment and surprise right back, “---I said I was open to change, didn’t I? Guess this was just the logical next step.”
“Hey-- give me some time, we’ll figure this banter thing out,” Ritchie rolled his eyes, shaking his head. The air of friendly amusement had yet to leave his tone, however, “Johnny, we’re a team of superheroes. Nothing we do is normal.”
Ritchie shook his head, a slight grin on his face for a brief moment, the expression disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared, “I mean, that’s the idea. I don’t think I’m doing too bad on this front though, so that might be unnecessary.”