#agent flux

[myriadpandora]

@leschevalier

"Why do you think they gave us a vacation? Ulterior motive or perhaps it's something to do with the high number of body bags from the last round of missions." Max sounded callous about it, but he had been there since he was young, it wasn't like he was new to all of this. Maximillian was seated on his mom's bed wearing nothing but some gym shorts having spent the day out in the sun, and only coming back to shower, he was a bit hung over and definitely dehydrated. A day spent on the beach pickpocketing tourists like himself and taking anything that caught his eyes before tossing the wallets. He had to keep his skills up even if he was on vacation.

Absently he tossed a coin up in the air, making it spin for an abnormally long time in the air before falling back down into his hand. Over and over again. "You just had a mission yeah? What did you bring me mom?"

Did he adore his mom? Yes. More than he would ever express, but at the same time- being the parent who stepped up and actually took care of him didn't absolve him from fucking up and having them end up there in that purgatory. Cursed to be super human and risk their lives regularly. He was jaded to say the leas, but he would also cling onto the only family he had with a death grip if it came down to it.

He wondered sometimes what the other saw when he looked at him. Did his mom see Agent Flux? Did he see Max? Did he see the scared ten year old dropped off at his doorstep with nothing but a bookbag and a stuffed rabbit. Did it scare Glamour when he went out on missions like it scared Max? That he might never see the other again.

[myriadpandora]

@leschevalier

It wasn't cool to be upset that he hadn't done as well as he wanted, it wasn't cool to want to do well in the competition, and above everything he obviously wanted to be cool. In reality he had wanted to give his mom a reason to come and cheer for him. He hadn't gone to a normal high school, played sports, gotten to so those things then. It seemed like fun now. Except he felt crushed he hadn't done better and that- well that was uncool.

The thrill of the first shot had faded quickly leaving him upset with himself. He wiped his eyes, not wanting any of the older agents to see him crying- that was stupid and very lame.

[myriadpandora]

@incubito

Max & (Whoever you want)

Location: Some Small Coastal Italian Town, Local Ruins of the Romans made it a tourist stop

A Little Down Time

"It's not my fault they wanted to pay for my meal. I never said I was lost or without my family they assumed and I didn't correct them." Max was all sweet innocent smiles and soft curls, a gentle touch and a little nuzzle of affection when he wanted something, an older tourist couple with plenty of money, and easy mark, Max had also memorized their credit card numbers, and what hotel they were at so he could keep charging stuff to their room for the next few days, but that was immaterial. Until it did materialize into things. For him.

In reality he spoke more than enough Italian to get by and even if he didn't he had a translator in his ear piece. Still he gestured back to the pasta and then to the seat next to him. A silent offering of some of his food. While lithe and agile Max ate, and he ate a lot, as was evident as he shoveled his food into his cheeks now. So offering up food was a fairly considerate and rare thing for him.

[myriadpandora]

@leschevalier

Was Max having a bit too good of a time wearing the altar boy outfit he had gotten his hands on? Yes, yes he was. The inner pockets already getting heavy with shiny things he slipped from tourists pockets, smiling at them and saying random things in Italian, but only to the ones who clearly didn't understand it. Making lewd passes when he knew nobody was looking except the men he was targeting for his amusement. The Vatican square was crowded and full of life, bright sunlight poured down as he wove in and out of the crowd with ease. Nimble and agile he was perhaps a little too light on his feet for a normal altar bo

"Mom remind me what we are here for? I know I'm getting so distracted but I can't really help it you know?" he said as he caught up this mom falling in line as they walked together. "I bet we can nab some really good stuff down there in the catacombs. I heard they get buried with really expensive things."

[myriadpandora]

@leschevalier

Max was finding himself uncharacteristically kind after the last incident at Atlantis. The shock of possibly losing his mom, the trauma of pounding a man's head into mince meat. All of it adding to the story that made the boy the way he ones. And one of those chapters was the very complicated way he felt about Gossamer. He was scared of the other male, and sometimes he was in his nightmares. But he was technically the other person besides his mother he had known the longest in Atlantis. \

Right now though he just- felt bad for him. It wasn't like he had a real childhood, anyone would be fucked up like that. And he got his revenge only for it to be tainted by Legion getting thoroughly fucked up. Max didn't have a boyfriend but he could only assume the feeling was close to what it would be if something like that happened to his Mom.

Steeling himself he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, it was a quiet knock, barely audible but he was sure the assassin would hear it. Clutched in Max's hands was food, carefully made and packaged for him to give to Gossamer. Max was constantly eating, he loved food, food was not just enjoyable but it was life, and it seemed like a lot of agents forgot to eat.

"Hey um. Gossamer I brought you something to eat."

[myriadpandora]

@seraphiivms

Max laughed as he wrapped arms around Elixir and rested his cheek on the top of the other's head as he held onto him. "You need to raise the bar on what to be grateful for, you deserve more. I just make sure you have enough resources to stay alive. Make you drink water, eat food, sleep in a bed." Max really thought Elixir should care for himself more, it was hard to be his normal snarky shitty self when the other seemed so vulnerable all the time. It was like kicking a dog. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

Max didn't think he was being a hero or anything of the sort he just- said what was on his mind. "You shouldn't work yourself to the bone like you do, it's not like we get paid. Just...do the bare minimum some days. Not every day is a war effort."

[myriadpandora]

@oxoncox

"Ox. I did bring you soup." It was impossible to not find the other incredibly endearing, a true and honest himbo in this world. There was something so purely sweet about it. Max carried in his hand a to go container full of soup he did in fact cook himself. He had learned to cook early on in life and it was a skill he had honed over time. He was sure his mother would say something about him having domestic skills like a real lady.

"It's french onion soup. I made it myself I hope you like it. It's still nice and warm." he said with a little smile as he moved to sit next to the other male and leaned against him. "Hope now isn't a bad time you know I was just a little excited to feel your boobs."

[myriadpandora]

@youmustswearonit

Max threw himself at Nero and wrapped arms around his neck. "Hey old man. I'm glad you didn't croak. I was afraid your geriatric ass wouldn't make it through an invasion." The smaller male made himself comfortable as he leaned against Nero happily invading the other man's space and rubbing on him like a cat in heat making the other make space for him in his lap.

"Now you tell me how glad you are I didn't die and that I'm still the cutest." he said with a little laugh as he grabs a hold of the other's hand tracing the lines in his palm. "I bet you got some new wrinkles huh? Stress will do that."