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Becky and Midnighter
Becky tries to start a conversation with her squad-mate. Things don't go as well as she had hoped.
Nursing her elbow, Becky rushed to catch Midnighter before he left the room. She had done so well at the "blind maze" team building exercise - unlike some people, she actually went left when her teammates told her to go left - but then she got so excited after passing through the obstacle course, she tripped over her own feet trying to get the blindfold off.
As miserable as slamming her elbow on the floor had been, though, the pain she felt didn't even come close to the look of pure misery on Midnighter's face throughout the squad session. The only time he had even looked slightly less-than-murderous was when Paul had said something under his breath.
Curiosity peaked, Becky had decided to approach the dark-haired boy. "Hi there!" She managed to call out before he got through the door.
Talk about a pointless fucking session, if you asked Midnighter. What the fuck was the point of having a guy with his enhanced senses go through a blind maze, seriously. Not that it would have helped build trust between him and anyone even if he had needed instructions (which he'd fucking followed anyway - well, most of the time). Danger Room scenarios, that was the way to go if they wanted him to grow to trust anyone on his squad - and the only one he was getting that with so far was Apollo.
Maybe, in time, Engineer. Grimm. Tracker.
But for now, he was just glad to get the fuck out of there. Or not, as it turned out that the girl headed his way actually wanted to talk to him. He stepped out of the doorway so he wouldn't block it for anybody else, scowling at Ghostwriter. "What do you want?"
Pulling up short, Becky fumbled for something to say. "Uh, to say hello? Midnighter, right? You just go by Midnighter?"
"Yes. Hello. I don't socialize," Midnighter answered shortly, and turned to get out of the gym.
"Like, at all?" Becky quickened her pace to keep up with him. "Not even with your squad-mates? You and Paul seem pretty tight."
"He's my roommate," Midnighter retorted, frowning when she followed. What was it with kids in this school, seriously? Couldn't they see the 'FUCK OFF' sign over his head? She had a point about Apollo, anyway, but fuck if he would admit it.
"Reeeallly?" She dragged the word out, distracted by all the possibilities that created. "Then it's super lucky you found someone you get along with so well! And you're both really good at this squad thing, too!"
"It's seren-fucking-dipity," Midnighter dryly remarked. Serendipity, or him asking Apollo if he wanted a roommate that didn't need much sleep at all. He stopped walking once they reached the stairs and turned to her again, eyebrows raised demandingly. "What do you want?" he repeated himself.
Biting her lower lip and giving Midnighter an assessing stare, Becky made a tactical decision to not try to wheedle information out of the boy. At least not yet. Luckily, she hadn't been lying earlier. "You really are good with the whole squad attack thing. And I am obviously not." She gave a significant glance to her slowly reddening elbow. "I'm never going to be as kick-ass as you or Paul, but I would like to not suck, at least."
Fucking finally, a point to this conversation. Midnighter folded his arms across his chest, a posture his brain never really approved of. "You want me to help with that?"
Happy that he seemed to be buying her excuse, Becky explained, "Yeah! Well, sort of. Like, I know you help Harley out with some stuff? And I don't want or need to be that level of intensity-" she had heard rumors of late night and early morning training sessions, and no, thank you, "but I was hoping to at least not drag the rest of you down."
That... rang a little more truthful than she was expecting it to. Becky stared off into the middle distance - how serious did she intend to be about this? She thought she was just doing in-the-field research for her action scenes, but these people actually seemed pretty invested in the squads. Maybe it was rubbing off on her?
"I don't do anything below that level of intensity," Midnighter retorted. He obviously wouldn't ask as much of someone like Becky as someone like Harley, in terms of what they did, but what he did ask of her would be just as intense. "I don't do laid back, and I don't do easy. Try your luck with Coulson or Crawley."
"Who?" Becky was pretty terrible at names, and definitely didn't remember last names unless they were particularly relevant, like Wolf. "And, what would it actually entail?" She was pretty curious as to what Midnighter thought she could do.
"Agent and Diamond," Midnighter answered her first question - it didn't occur to him that first names might work best. He was too busy putting together a mental plan for possibly training her. "Twice weekly sessions. Physical exercise daily, even when we aren't seeing each other, and I'll know if you're slacking. Commitment." That was what mattered most. The rest would come if she applied herself.
He wasn't convinced that she had the necessary focus for that.
Agent and Diamond didn't really help her, but she put it to the back of her mind. "...sessions? Like, what you do with Harley? 'Cause I really don't think I was made for that..." The daily exercise she could probably do, especially with her Stark Phone - that thing had awesome video and sound quality to distract her from the fact that she wasn't on her computer. But the constant jumping around and being what essentially amounted to a hyperactive slinky? Becky was pretty sure she would die.
Midnighter rolled his eyes. "Adapted to your current level of skills." Obvious-the-fuck-ly. There would be no point training her above her level.
Becky tapped her bottom lip with her index finger, weighing her options. She wasn't athletic, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be that invested in her training... but she did think that Midnighter was interesting, and she really did want to get better at this squad stuff. Still torn, she asked, "Ummmm... can I have some time to think about it?"
Midnighter wasn't sure if needing to think about it was a sign that she wasn't up for it, or that she was considering it carefully before agreeing. Given her tendency to distraction, he was leaning towards the former, but he couldn't be certain. "Whatever," he eloquently answered, and turned to go. "Let me know when you've made up your mind." Or not, if she wasn't interested. No skin off his fucking nose.
"Ok-hey!" Becky hurried up to catch up to him. What was with this guy? "That's it? You really aren't social, are you?"
"No, I'm not," he darkly answered, giving her his best fucking-leave-me-alone look.
Grinning, a mix of oblivious and determined to see this through, Becky just asked, "Well, what do you do, then? Do you hang out in the woods like Inu-yasha?" She could totally see them being all grumbly but simultaneously at peace, perched in neighboring trees.
As they reached the first floor, Midnighter stopped and turned to her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "I don't do social bullshit."
Becky tilted her head to the side. "What makes it bullshit?"
"The fact that I don't want any part in it," Midnighter assured her shortly, and turned to go again. Like fuck he was engaging her.
And that just made him all the more compelling! Sensing he might be getting a little annoyed, Becky tried to keep him engaged, searching for a question he might want to answer. "You're super intense about everything! Like, the squad training - some people treat it like something fun to do, but you're really serious about it! Do you mind if I ask why?"
"Yeah," Midnighter confirmed shortly, climbing the stairs two by two. He wouldn't, usually, mind answering, but she seemed very intent on making conversation, and that, he minded.
Huffing out a laugh at seeing Midnighter flee the scene - it was a reaction she was very familiar with from her old school, but was this was the first time it had really happened here - she just called out, "Well, alrighty then! See you next week!" after his retreating back.
He had been a little more closed off than expected, but she was still grinning as she turned around. She wondered what she might be able to get out of Paul...
Nursing her elbow, Becky rushed to catch Midnighter before he left the room. She had done so well at the "blind maze" team building exercise - unlike some people, she actually went left when her teammates told her to go left - but then she got so excited after passing through the obstacle course, she tripped over her own feet trying to get the blindfold off.
As miserable as slamming her elbow on the floor had been, though, the pain she felt didn't even come close to the look of pure misery on Midnighter's face throughout the squad session. The only time he had even looked slightly less-than-murderous was when Paul had said something under his breath.
Curiosity peaked, Becky had decided to approach the dark-haired boy. "Hi there!" She managed to call out before he got through the door.
Talk about a pointless fucking session, if you asked Midnighter. What the fuck was the point of having a guy with his enhanced senses go through a blind maze, seriously. Not that it would have helped build trust between him and anyone even if he had needed instructions (which he'd fucking followed anyway - well, most of the time). Danger Room scenarios, that was the way to go if they wanted him to grow to trust anyone on his squad - and the only one he was getting that with so far was Apollo.
Maybe, in time, Engineer. Grimm. Tracker.
But for now, he was just glad to get the fuck out of there. Or not, as it turned out that the girl headed his way actually wanted to talk to him. He stepped out of the doorway so he wouldn't block it for anybody else, scowling at Ghostwriter. "What do you want?"
Pulling up short, Becky fumbled for something to say. "Uh, to say hello? Midnighter, right? You just go by Midnighter?"
"Yes. Hello. I don't socialize," Midnighter answered shortly, and turned to get out of the gym.
"Like, at all?" Becky quickened her pace to keep up with him. "Not even with your squad-mates? You and Paul seem pretty tight."
"He's my roommate," Midnighter retorted, frowning when she followed. What was it with kids in this school, seriously? Couldn't they see the 'FUCK OFF' sign over his head? She had a point about Apollo, anyway, but fuck if he would admit it.
"Reeeallly?" She dragged the word out, distracted by all the possibilities that created. "Then it's super lucky you found someone you get along with so well! And you're both really good at this squad thing, too!"
"It's seren-fucking-dipity," Midnighter dryly remarked. Serendipity, or him asking Apollo if he wanted a roommate that didn't need much sleep at all. He stopped walking once they reached the stairs and turned to her again, eyebrows raised demandingly. "What do you want?" he repeated himself.
Biting her lower lip and giving Midnighter an assessing stare, Becky made a tactical decision to not try to wheedle information out of the boy. At least not yet. Luckily, she hadn't been lying earlier. "You really are good with the whole squad attack thing. And I am obviously not." She gave a significant glance to her slowly reddening elbow. "I'm never going to be as kick-ass as you or Paul, but I would like to not suck, at least."
Fucking finally, a point to this conversation. Midnighter folded his arms across his chest, a posture his brain never really approved of. "You want me to help with that?"
Happy that he seemed to be buying her excuse, Becky explained, "Yeah! Well, sort of. Like, I know you help Harley out with some stuff? And I don't want or need to be that level of intensity-" she had heard rumors of late night and early morning training sessions, and no, thank you, "but I was hoping to at least not drag the rest of you down."
That... rang a little more truthful than she was expecting it to. Becky stared off into the middle distance - how serious did she intend to be about this? She thought she was just doing in-the-field research for her action scenes, but these people actually seemed pretty invested in the squads. Maybe it was rubbing off on her?
"I don't do anything below that level of intensity," Midnighter retorted. He obviously wouldn't ask as much of someone like Becky as someone like Harley, in terms of what they did, but what he did ask of her would be just as intense. "I don't do laid back, and I don't do easy. Try your luck with Coulson or Crawley."
"Who?" Becky was pretty terrible at names, and definitely didn't remember last names unless they were particularly relevant, like Wolf. "And, what would it actually entail?" She was pretty curious as to what Midnighter thought she could do.
"Agent and Diamond," Midnighter answered her first question - it didn't occur to him that first names might work best. He was too busy putting together a mental plan for possibly training her. "Twice weekly sessions. Physical exercise daily, even when we aren't seeing each other, and I'll know if you're slacking. Commitment." That was what mattered most. The rest would come if she applied herself.
He wasn't convinced that she had the necessary focus for that.
Agent and Diamond didn't really help her, but she put it to the back of her mind. "...sessions? Like, what you do with Harley? 'Cause I really don't think I was made for that..." The daily exercise she could probably do, especially with her Stark Phone - that thing had awesome video and sound quality to distract her from the fact that she wasn't on her computer. But the constant jumping around and being what essentially amounted to a hyperactive slinky? Becky was pretty sure she would die.
Midnighter rolled his eyes. "Adapted to your current level of skills." Obvious-the-fuck-ly. There would be no point training her above her level.
Becky tapped her bottom lip with her index finger, weighing her options. She wasn't athletic, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be that invested in her training... but she did think that Midnighter was interesting, and she really did want to get better at this squad stuff. Still torn, she asked, "Ummmm... can I have some time to think about it?"
Midnighter wasn't sure if needing to think about it was a sign that she wasn't up for it, or that she was considering it carefully before agreeing. Given her tendency to distraction, he was leaning towards the former, but he couldn't be certain. "Whatever," he eloquently answered, and turned to go. "Let me know when you've made up your mind." Or not, if she wasn't interested. No skin off his fucking nose.
"Ok-hey!" Becky hurried up to catch up to him. What was with this guy? "That's it? You really aren't social, are you?"
"No, I'm not," he darkly answered, giving her his best fucking-leave-me-alone look.
Grinning, a mix of oblivious and determined to see this through, Becky just asked, "Well, what do you do, then? Do you hang out in the woods like Inu-yasha?" She could totally see them being all grumbly but simultaneously at peace, perched in neighboring trees.
As they reached the first floor, Midnighter stopped and turned to her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "I don't do social bullshit."
Becky tilted her head to the side. "What makes it bullshit?"
"The fact that I don't want any part in it," Midnighter assured her shortly, and turned to go again. Like fuck he was engaging her.
And that just made him all the more compelling! Sensing he might be getting a little annoyed, Becky tried to keep him engaged, searching for a question he might want to answer. "You're super intense about everything! Like, the squad training - some people treat it like something fun to do, but you're really serious about it! Do you mind if I ask why?"
"Yeah," Midnighter confirmed shortly, climbing the stairs two by two. He wouldn't, usually, mind answering, but she seemed very intent on making conversation, and that, he minded.
Huffing out a laugh at seeing Midnighter flee the scene - it was a reaction she was very familiar with from her old school, but was this was the first time it had really happened here - she just called out, "Well, alrighty then! See you next week!" after his retreating back.
He had been a little more closed off than expected, but she was still grinning as she turned around. She wondered what she might be able to get out of Paul...