forum Marvel OxO // Closed

Started February 08, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Jason laughed as well. "We can go get some McDonald's, if you like? I've got a car in the garage." He shrugged his shoulders. "Though I am a supersoldier, so you'll have to deal with me ordering more than I should be simply to satisfy my metabolism and all that shit." He always needed to eat more than most his size, weight, and age. Steve and Bucky did too, due to increased metabolisms from the serum.

"Eat as much as you need," Shea shrugged and made her way over to the sliding glass doors leading out to a bustling New York street. She eyed her duffle and backpack on the floor still and decided it was better if she took her stuff up to her room. "But before you go, let's stop by my floor real quick."

(Steve, Nat, and Tony 1000% deserved better and That's The Tea)
(Ahshdhdbvdvd you have no idea how ironic and amazing that is. The first time I did an RP like this was with one of my best friends, who went to Halloween as Bucky as well. This was like. Three years ago. So this is now Peak Irony for me lmao)

"Great." He picked up her suitcase with one hand, heading towards the elevator. He realized a moment or so later that maybe he should have asked before picking up her bag, but didn't bother stopping just to ask, when he already had it anyways.

(a;dkslfjakl okay- that's pretty ironic XD… I'm just watching videos of the MCU cast being very chaotic instead of doing homework and it's freakin great. Also- Another Avenger)

Shea instinctively took her bag from Jason when they got into the elevator. As the doors were closing, a hand reached between the crack, opening the doors. Shea shuffled to the side to make way for a very frazzled Bruce Banner.

"I- uh… Sorry, Tony needs me in the lab. I woulda waited for the next one but I couldn't," Bruce quickly apologized, making small gestures with his hands. He clicked the button for the 50th floor and turned to face the two young heroes. "Jason, hi, uh- Shea right? Yeah, hi. I uh- I did research on your powers a little while back."

Shea raised an eyebrow, looking at the skinny and mild man that was somehow the Hulk. "Oh."

"Yeah- um… If you ever need to know anything my lab's always open. You just gotta y'know… Make sure you keep your abilities in check. I don't want the Big Guy to come out at a bad time."

Shea nodded, uncharacteristically silent.

(havsgsgs. Mood. Great!)

Jason greeted Bruce with a wave, letting the two talk. When Shea went quiet, he spoke. "Good to see you, Bruce." He said. He and Bruce weren't exactly friends, they were too different for that, but were more of…aquaintances, really, more than anything. But they were on good terms, and that was all that really mattered. Then again, Jason was on good terms with most of the Avengers. None of them had a reason to dislike him. Although, perhaps ironically, he didn't get along well with Steve. They were mostly neutral about each other.

"Yeah… Uh hi." The elevator slowed and Bruce hustled out when the doors opened. "See you guys later."

The doors closed and the device lifted once more, going up thirty some-odd floors. "Sorry if that was awkward or whatever…" Shea huffed. "I don't like it when people know more about me than I do."

He laughed a little bit. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Bruce is pretty awkward too, so between the two of you…" He trailed off with a shrug, waiting for the elevator to get down to the final floor.

"Ugh," Shea groaned and threw her head back dramatically. "He came to me before… Tried to educate me on what he called my "mutation". I didn't like it and accidentally brought out the Hulk. Nat had to come home early from her mission because only she could calm him down. So we try to stay clear of each other for the most part." The elevator came to a stop and Shea didn't hesitate to rush out of the enclosed space and onto her floor.

It was… plain. Boring, uninteresting to say the least. The walls were a pristine white, the floors a smooth polished tile. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking New York lined the walls with a private room built into the heart of the floor. There was a modern, untouched fireplace against a wall and a few bland chairs and sofas surrounding it. Shea turned her nose up at the sight. "Needs some personality."

"Oh. I see." Jason said, then followed her out. "Yeah, but don't worry about that. You can repaint and decorate however you want. We get an allowance from Tony for decorating rooms, because he's been…he's actually been really generous. I mean, he can afford it, but…" He trailed off, shrugging his shoulder a little bit. "He's been generous about all that." He laughed faintly.

"Ooh! How much?" Shea's violet eyes lit up with anticipation. She could already imagine the epic lair she was going to transform the basic apartment into. Jet black walls, soft gray couches and purple lighting. She walked over to the middle of the room and sat down on one of the provided couches. She kicked her high tops up onto the furniture, stretching out. She patted the chair next to her as an invite for Jason.

(oh my god, yes,. Holy shit it was so ajxbdbsjbdhdhdvbskdbjffbhb aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

Jason sat down. "Uh…I don't know, as I've never hit the limit for it." He hadn't made many changes to his apartment anyways, too used to sparse, almost militaristic rooms to bother changing it up much. He had done some painting, and had gotten some houseplants, and also new bedding, but other than that he really hadn't done much to his apartment. "Can't imagine it's too small, though."

(like a;klsdjfa;lksdfja;lskdjf;alksd I'm expecting Vision to just drop in with a dad joke and then totally kick Agatha's ass for messing with his kids and wife while Darcy is his hype man on the sidelines)

"I already got plans." Shea spread her hands out and held her arms out. She closed her left eye, her scar looking ever so prominent without the violet iris to break it up, and looked through her fingers like it was a camera. "Yeah… It's all mapped out."

A ding from the elevator caught her attention. She turned over the back of the couch to see who entered. A SHIELD Agent carrying a simple cardboard container the size of a shoebox entered and dropped his cargo off. "This is from Fury. Said that you left these scattered across the globe." The Agent sighed as if he was counting down the days until retirement (which was probably true) and left.

Shea raised an eyebrow and stood from the couch. She opened the box with one swift movement, her face lighting up as she looked at the contents of the box. She reached in and pulled out a simple, but unique knife. The blade was double edged, was about six inches long, and had a reflective oil-like sheen to it. She turned the knife in the natural light, watching the coloring of the dagger shift from a lilac to a violet to silver and back to the strange multicolored surface. An impish grin spread across her face as she tossed the blade a few times in her hand, seamlessly catching the industrial black handle.

"Damn you Fury, I thought I lost these." Shea laughed and stood facing Jason. "My knives. Sixteen of them, and I lost them all on missions around the globe a few years ago. Turns out Fury was keeping them from me."

(D: I need that so muchhhhhh fhckckckkckc)
(Oh neat!)

Jason smiled a little. "Nice to see you got them back. I know weapons can have…certain attachments, I guess." He himself didn't have any specific weapons he was attached to, but he knew a lot of people did, that their weapons meant a lot to them. He could tell Shea was that way with hers.

"I've had them since I was six. When SHIELD took me in, before they knew I had powers, they wanted to train me to be an Agent. Fury gave me these and it turns out that I didn't suck." Shea laughed and dropped the blade back in the box with its 15 siblings. She noticed a white paper taped to the bottom the the flap and made a mental note to read it later. "Alright, I'll order my stuff from Amazon later, but now, McDonalds!" Shea extended her arm to the elevator and pressed the down button.

He nodded, following her to the elevator. "Makes sense. I was…discouraged from getting too attached to anything." His eyes narrowed very faintly at the memories of his handlers and Doctor Banning and how they had treated him, and then he shook off the memories again, blinking a little.

"Attachment is stupid. I hate being so attached to knives out of all things, but y'know…" Shea sighed and leaned against the steel elevator wall. "You can't help it sometimes." Her voice was quiet and her hand instinctively went up the two necklaces hanging from her neck. One of them was a delicate silver chain with a little four-pointed star charm, the other was a much longer and stronger black chain with a silver ring hanging from it.

"Yeah. I was…heavily discouraged from attachments to anything, but I understand that you can't really choose whether or not you become attached. If that makes sense?" Sometimes Jason doubted his ability to adequately communicate normally, since he had been raised in such a strange way.

Shea looked over at Jason with a blank stare before laughing. "You don't get out much, do you?" The elevator doors opened and the duo made their way out. Shea had her hands in the pockets of her black hoodie and turned around, once again taking in the incredible vehicles parked in the garage. "Alright, wonderboy, which car is yours?"