She jumped, and pulled away, putting her shirt on again. "Yeah. I'm fine." She replied. Her voice was a bit distant.
(Hey…so I know I already posted Ahren, but I have an idea for a much better villain character that I want to make instead lol. Can I replace him?)
(Sure)
He shrugged, pulling his hand back and slipping it into his pocket. "Alright…so what do we do, now?"
(alright thanks)
Jay took a deep breath, recentering herself. "Uhm…how much can you bench?" She asked, looking at him. "Which means how much can you lift? Weight wise?"
He shrugged. "I've never actually been into a weight room before. I can't imagine it being very much, though."
Jay nodded, and led him over to the weights. "Alright. We'll start you out at ten, then." She said, handing hum a pair of weights.
Obviously he wasn't underdeveloped so he did it with ease.
"So," he said as he set the weights down, "What do you guys do around here when you're not workin'?"
Jay blinked, and shrugged. "Watch movies? I don't know…most people here are…a lot older than me. So." She handed him a twenty pound weight.
Again, he did this without even a sharp breath. "Huh. You don't ever go out to, like, a restaurant or anythin'?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm not allowed." She handed him a thirty pound weight, face impassive.
(just looked this up, the average weight for a man to bench press is 135 lbs)
"Not allowed?" he asked, pausing to give her a confused look. "Why is that?"
(okay lol)
She froze for a moment, staring at him. That was the wrong thing to say. It's not normal. "Ah… nothing." She replied, shaking her head and looking away.
He raised an eyebrow as he finished his rep and set the weights down again. "Wait, so I'm not allowed to leave this place?"
"You are, most likely." Jay replied, handing him more, heavier weights. "Just not me. At least, not without a CO with me."
She's hiding something, he thought, but his brain couldn't focus for long. He began struggling somewhat around the 100 lbs, mark, but was still able to lift all the way up to 145 lbs before finally calling it quits.
"Is that much weight good, or no?" he asked, rubbing his wrist.
She nodded. "That's just a bit above average." She replied with a smile. "So. You're good."
"I don't even wanna know how much more you can do," he said with a huff. Klaus glanced over at the corner of the room, frowning at the camera for a moment. The idea of constantly being watched freaked him out.
She laughed. "Mm. Well, that's what you get for being near a supersoldier." she smirked at him. She followed his gaze to the camera. "Oh. You get used to those. Don't worry, there aren't any in the bathrooms, and there shouldn't be any in your room." There are in mine…
"That's….good, I guess," he said, scratching the back of his head.
His voice got very quiet, probably to hide it from any hidden mics in the room. "I know you're hidin' somethin'. You've been actin' weird ever since that girl popped up an' said she knew shit about you."
Her eyes narrowed a little. "Yes. I am." she replied simply. "And it isn't important. At least…" she shook her head. If he knew I wasn't a person, what would change? She swallowed. "Just…it's nothing you need to worry about, alright?"
Klaus debated leaving it there, but ultimately pushed on. It wasn't something he was used to doing.
"Well….we're gonna be a team, ain't we? And from…from the limited experience I've had with teams, the best ones trust each other. Whatever it is, man, I don't give a shit. I'm not gonna go off telling everyone under the fuckin' sun. I'm the son of a serial killer, for fuck's sake. I don't get much worse than that."
Jay sighed softly, shaking her head. "I'm not a human. Not the same way you are. I was created in a lab, and I've grown up in SHIELD." she replied, voice distant, void of any emotion. She lifted her shirt and adjusted her pants, showing him the spot where she should have had a belly button. There was just a smooth expanse of skin. "Legally, I don't exist. I don't have the same rights as you, and I probably don't have a soul." She shook her head again, not meeting his eyes.
"Well…..I don't believe in souls and shit like that, so don't fret." He barely even looked shocked. "To be honest….I'd rather be you. I grew up in a really bad home."
It was his turn to lift up his shirt, exposing a jagged purple scar that rain from his armpit all the way down to his pant-line.
"Dad went a little haywire," he said, his face cringing as he remembered the situation.
Jay winced at the sight, catching her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. "Oh. Ouch. I'm sorry." she said softly. "That…" she shook her head. She held up her left hand after a moment. "To be fair, I lost these on a mission when I was 14. So." she shrugged. "But at least for me…it wasn't someone I knew. Or cared for."
He shrugged, lowering his shirt. "It's a….complicated relationship. He's apologized more times than I can count for it an' I forgive him. It's weird. He's this monster, yet he's also the guy who taught me how to walk an' how to speak. I've gave up on talkin' to him for years, but then Mom died, an' I had nowhere else to go."