forum MARVEL Second Gen (CLOSED)

Started January 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Oh," she sighed. "We have to keep moving. C'mon." She pushed away from the wall and began to walk.

"Idiot!!"

"I got clipped in the shoulder. I can still walk," she retorted.

Jordan purses his lips, "Fine. Be stubborn. "

"Thank you." She began to head down the hallway, holding her gun ready.

Jordan rolls his eyes. He fingers a weird cylinder around his waist belt before following her

"Where's the control room?" she muttered, looking around sharply.

"How am I supposed to know?'

"Well you can be looking too, you know," she replied quietly.

"I could but knowing me~ HEY LOOK! BLUE GLOWING THINGS!" He was bluffing and really didn't see anything

"Where?" she asked quickly, turning to face him.

"Made you look." He smiles

She scowled at him. A bullet found its way into her shoulder from the back, the same shoulder that had been nearly hit earlier. "Dammit!" she screamed and whipped around to fire.

Jordan screamed too, turning and beating her to the shot, "You tell ME to be careful!"

She grimaced. "Shuttup! You distracted me. I seriously thought you found something important– but no! And now this!"

"You shut up! Stop listening to me then. Alright. Here. Here's the plan now. You stay here. Tend to both now. I go and find what ever Nick wanted."

(It was the same shoulder, btw)

"No," she argued. "I'm going too. And how am I supposed to not look?!"

(I know)

"You. Stay. Too injured." He snarls.

"I'm not!" she insisted.

"Yes you are. Stop being your mom."

That caught Kate relatively off-guard. "What?"

"At some point you need to wake up, get out of your head and badassery, and see what is really going on!" He snaps.

She felt herself weaken at his words. They struck deeper than he knew. Ever since she was little, all she ever wanted to do was be like the strong women she'd heard about – Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, to name a few. But most importantly, Kate had dreamed of growing up to become her mother. Maria was everything Kate aspired to be, and now, she was so close and was being told it was a dream. She pressed her back against the wall and slid down to sit. "Go. Complete the mission. I'll wait." Her voice was thick.

Jackson was slightly taken a back, "Really?" He sighs, dropping the sniper beside her with her belt with the rest of the magazines. He pulls the odd cylinder from the belt along with a blue glowing thing, "Captain, it's by my genuine pleasure." He flicks his arm forward and his father's bow sligshots into place.

Captain…? "Jackson, don't get yourself killed," she ordered.