forum Marvel OxO // Closed

Started February 08, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(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?"

Jason flushed faintly. "Ah…no." he rubbed a hand over his scalp, clearing his throat and leading her over to a rather plain vehicle. "This one. I don't, uhm, go for flashy vehicles a lot. This one's serviceable, and it can go off-road if I want or need it to." He pulled the keys from his pocket, getting into the driver's seat and starting it up.

Shea got into the passenger seat, slightly falling back when she leaned back, given that the seat was extended to the point where it was almost horizontal. She caught herself and sat up, raising an eyebrow at the strange seat position. The seat slid back into place with a click. She decided not to question it and snuggled into the soft fabric of the seat.

Jason started to drive, his damaged left hand tapping faintly against the wheel as he drove. "So, uh, if we get pulled over for whatever reason, it might take them longer to check my license than for most normal people. It's, uh, due to SHIELD and how I was made and blah blah, all that shit. So." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit.

"Cool." Shea automatically rattled off. And then the realization hit her. "Wait- how you were made? Wait- you told me about this- I think. Maybe. Yes. Yes, you did. Steve is your 'dad'-" She put finger quotes around the word. "-And some random anonymous donor was your 'mom'-" More finger quotes. "Test tube baby child. And you got the super soldier and ice powers from there. Right?"

"Yes, right." He said with a nod. "So I'm not legally…a person?" He squinted faintly. "It's complicated. Basically my driver's license is weird and it weirds out the police whenever I have to show it to them. So it might take a while. I shouldn't get pulled over, I just wanted to warn you on the offchance that we do." He wasn't legally a person, and that was something that had rankled at him for years. Was he a person? Did he have a soul? Or was he just very good at mimicry? The way he had been brought up hadn't helped either, and so he spent most days ignoring the fact that a lot of people didn't consider him a person.

"Legally I'm supposed to be dead," Shea snorted and laughed. Shea might've shrugged the words Jason had said right off, but she could feel the internal struggled. Her hyperactive and predatory amygdala picked up what people were thinking all around her. She wasn't a mind reader, but she could read people's emotions. The turmoil going on within Jason's head was severe… But Shea was never one for talking about emotions so she let the topic die.

Jason laughed a little. "Yeah, I suppose that's true." He replied as he drove. It wasn't too much longer before he pulled into the drive through for McDonald's. "What do you want to eat?" He asked, looking over at her. "Or do you need to see the menu first, before making a decision?" He shook off his thoughts as best he could, looking over at her.

(Gtg soon)

(alrighy)

"A Big Mac and a 10 piece chicken nugget with fries. Oh- and a large coke," Shea answered quickly. "The McDonald's menu is something I could never forget." Shea grabbed her phone, a secure one that SHIELD provided her when she first joined, and removed the case. She grabbed 15 dollars from the case and handed it to Jason.

Jason nodded, taking the money and ordering for them both when they reached the ordering station. He got a Big Mac as well, and also a double cheeseburger and large fries, and a coke. His metabolism always demanded more food than perhaps he normally would have eaten had he not been a supersoldier.

Shea immediately stuck the fries into her mouth, hissing when the hot food touched her tongue. "Mmpht- hot-" She groaned, chewing through the pain and swallowing the fries. She playfully shook her delicious-smelling fries under Jason's nose as he drove them back to the Tower.

Jason rolled his eyes at her, nipping faintly at the fries with a laugh. "Don't tease me, I'll bite your fingers off." He said, shaking his head a little bit as he made his way back towards the tower. "I'm serious about that, by the way."

"Do it, coward," Shea responded with a deadpan expression. "Or we could settle it with a spar later. Bite my fingers off now or lose to me in a match later, your choice."

He arched his eyebrows at her. "Lose a match?" He echoed. "I absolutely will not lose to you." Unless she used her mind powers to fuck with him while they were sparring. Then he would probably crumple like a leaf or something. "I'm a supersoldier. We don't lose to mere mortals." He laughed softly.

"Bold of you to assume I'm mortal." Shea laughed. "I'm an angry child who can kill a man with a glare, you're not winning against me, wonderboy." Shea shoved more of the scorching fries into her mouth. "MPHT-" Shea quickly chewed the remaining bit of fries in her mouth and swallowed. "God, why are those so hot?!"

"Mm, yes I will though." He said, shaking his head at her with a sigh. "And they're hot because they're fresh, Shea." He pulled into the garage and parked his car, pulling the keys from the ignition.

"No shit Sherlock," Shea snapped, following Jason out of the car. She held both of their bags in a vice grip, refusing to hand the food over. "So we eat and then we fight. You better enjoy your last meal." Shea tossed Jason his bag and plopped down at one of the many tables on the ground floor.

Jason laughed a little, sitting down and taking his bag. "Mm, I'm not fighting right after eating, Shea. It's not good to do that, it fucks with the digestive system and…whatever." he shrugged his shoulders slightly, taking a sip of his coke and opening up his bag.

"Coward," Shea snorted through a mouth full of Big Mac. She chewed slowly, not breaking eye contact with the other young hero. She took a long, loud, and agonizing slurp of her drink. She popped off the straw with a sigh. "How 'bout in a few hours then?"

"Sure, in a few hours works." He replied with a nod, opening up one of his burgers and taking a big bite, closing his eyes for a moment, then opening them again to look at her, arching his eyebrows faintly.

"Whachu loo'ng a'?" Shea asked though a full mouth of chicken nuggets. She had absolutely zero table manners and didn't plan on learning any. SHIELD was a place to learn to fight, not learn how to eat in front of strangers. Shea made a face as she swiped the hair from her eyes. She swallowed her food and sighed, pulling her hair back into a messy bun with one fluid movement. The shorter chestnut locks that didn't make it in the hairtye framed her face.