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@shadowedxkitty
scott lang:
“That’s never going to stop being so cool,” Scott said as he watched the girl’s hand disappear into the wall, “are you just gonna fish around in there and see what you find?”
“Not exactly.” She grinned and grabbed Scott’s hand, “You’re coming with me.” Kitty phased them through the walls until they reached a bedroom. “Surely there’s something in here.”
pietro maximoff:
“Sneaking makes the journey that more exciting. Where’s your sense of adventure?” The tip of Pietro’s lips flickered in a smug grin, an action that made the young male feel like his former self. “I’d challenge we throw out using our abilities, but again, there’s no fun in that.” He pondered thoughtfully, “Getting past the warden, however, is arduous enough. We need our powers.”
“Our abilities are apart of us -- why bother doing things without them?” Kitty raised an eyebrow at Pietro before she took a small sip of the water she’d been carrying all night. “We’re not doing anything wrong by using them; an athlete doesn’t slow down in a sprint just so the race is fair. They use everything they have at their disposal.”
robert drake:
Robert’s eyes roamed over the girl’s form, his lips falling into a frown he habitually wore. The anger that had slowly ebbed since being taken in by SHIELD and then the Avengers only grew again since the confrontation– he’d almost forgotten the red-hot feeling coursing through his veins until now. He was childish to believe in family, but as his gaze focused on Kitty, he knew he wasn’t childish for being with her– for following her. The only thing that kept him sane. “Everyone deals with things differently,” Robert said after a time unclenching his fists slowly, “I show it in anger– you know this. The instinct to fight and challenge those around me, but once you have the words for whatever you need to say– you can tell me. I’ll never be mad at you for speaking your mind. I want you to rely on me as much as I rely on you– I wouldn’t be able to stand and endure this farce of a happy home if it weren’t for you.”
Kitty felt her reserve crumble as he spoke. She smiled sadly at him before she reached over and squeezed his hand. “It wasn’t always a farce. We were happy a time ago.” Which felt like a lifetime, the grief of losing their friends had left a hole inside of them all -- the farm couldn’t feel the same without Wanda and Quentin; it would never be the same. “I miss them. I know I shouldn’t and that they’re gone and not coming back. But every-time I’m at the farm I just... I just expect them to walk through the door; Wanda in a crown of daisies while Quentin trials behind her with his guitar. I really miss them Rob.”
pietro maximoff:
“Cheers.” It wasn’t supposed to be like this. After over a decade traveling on his own with his sister, they had finally found a team that could act as the family unit. Well, he just didn’t understand how truly broken this family really is. “Asgardian mead? Find a way to sneak behind the bar and I promise it’s strong enough to make us forget anything you like.” He reached over and tapped the flask.
Kitty furrowed her brow and smiled at Pietro before she raised an eyebrow. Sneaking behind the bar was kind of comical for them. “You do realise you and I could be the best thieve duo the world has ever seen right? Your speed and my ability to get through anything.” Kitty laughed, “We don’t really need to sneak.”
robert drake:
We haven’t talked about it. Them and what happened; we haven’t really even talked about what happened with John.
I know these things have been hard for you, yet I feel like you haven’t said a thing after they happened.
“I--I” Kitty fumbled over how to even start this conversation. He was right, she had kept a closed lip over everything that had happened recently -- and a lot had happened. She’d tried not thinking about it, it had gone well until now. Now... now she wasn’t sure how to say anything without Robert burdening that guilt. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve tried really hard to ignore it.”
pietro maximoff:
“No, I never pegged you for the goody two shoes, Kitty.” He plucked the flask from her hand, “Screw playing good little tin soldiers fighting their war.”
“Yeah -- screw being tin soldiers.” The words left her mouth but they were half hearted. She didn’t hate being an Avenger, what Kitty didn’t like was that they lost their friends. But what troubled her more was that she murdered someone; self defence or no. Kitty took the flask quickly back from Pietro, “Got anything stronger than this?”
robert drake:
You know, for someone that can see through my bullshit and everyone else’s– you’re not so transparent yourself.
What’d you mean?
scott lang:
Ah, man– I don’t think I could creep around and try looking for a suit like some I Spy game.
I’ve always been terrible at that game.
“I promise I can make it fun.” Kitty grinned before she phased her arm through the nearest wall.
robert drake:
You always could see right through me.
Transparency. It’s kind of my thing.
pietro maximoff:
“Oh,” Pietro slowly cracked a wide grin at the atmosphere change, “Oh, everyone should watch out. I found my new partner in crime.”
I’m not the innocent kid that everyone still thinks I am. We went to war, we lost -- now we get to live a little before they send us back.
stephen strange:
Not unless you’re drunk enough, I don’t see harm. I wouldn’t be where I am without being irresponsible, kiddo.
I know it’s totally exploitation with you being drunk an all; but I’d be really interested in seeing what your magic is like. Hopefully less lethal than what I’ve seen...
darcy lewis:
Dude, no, your ass is the perfect round shape I aim for.
Well it’s the product of being forced to exercise -- so unfortunately not natural.
tony stark:
Thank you, Kitty– and you know you can call me Tony, by now. The only one that continuously insists on calling me Mr. Stark is Peter.
Sorry it’s just--- well we’re meant to be like you all... The Avengers. It’s a little intimidating and I guess hard to think of us like that; as your equal. I still have no idea what I’m doing.
pietro maximoff:
Clint and I aren’t seeing eye to eye on my sister right now. He wants to mope about at this party and suck the fun from the air while I’m trying to have a good time. Of course I’m annoyed.
Well...
One can’t fight that reasoning. To a good time.
clint barton:
That’s why I’m glad guys don’t have to wear heels– no one needs that unnecessary torture.
If the invitation hadn’t said Stark I probably would have just worn sneakers. Now I’m scared because Natasha said something about learning how to fight in heels?
pietro maximoff:
It’s not Bucky I am worried about, it’s daddy dearest sitting in his old man rocking chair over there.
You sound kind of annoyed? Did something happen with you and Clint?
darcy lewis:
Oh my god, it’s not just an ass, it’s the ass to end all asses.
The longer I stare the less adequate I feel.