“You tricked me.”
“I didn’t even do anything!” He exclaimed.
She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed. “You. Tricked. Me.”
“Did. Not.” He stated and crossed his arms. “You just can’t tell the difference between me and your lover.”
“My lover doesn’t act like this after I touch him, that’s for sure.”
“Well I’m not your lover.”
She growls at him. “We’ve established that. Why are you here?”
“You tricked me.”
“I didn’t even do anything!” He exclaimed.
She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed. “You. Tricked. Me.”
“Did. Not.” He stated and crossed his arms. “You just can’t tell the difference between me and your lover.”
“My lover doesn’t act like this after I touch him, that’s for sure.”
“You tricked me.”
“I didn’t even do anything!” He exclaimed.
She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed. “You. Tricked. Me.”
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“Dammit, wrong Loki!”“You don’t say?” He questions sarcastically with the tilt of his head. “You can remove your hand any time now.”
So she smacks him, instead.
His head whips back and he glares at her. “I didn’t even deserve that.”
“You tricked me.”
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“Dammit, wrong Loki!”“You don’t say?” He questions sarcastically with the tilt of his head. “You can remove your hand any time now.”
So she smacks him, instead.
She makes a sound that is supposed to mean assent, and leans her head back against the headrest, trying to keep her hands away from her mouth. It’s hard, because the lack of feeling feels so strange. Of course, the painkiller they gave her before she left might also have something to do with that — it’s hard to tell. She feels drifty.
Clint uses some of the side roads to avoid the worst traffic jam. It’s a bit longer trip but you’re still home faster than you’d be if you had taken your chances with the shorter way and the jam.
As Clint parks his car, he says, “Okay you’re home now. Do you want me to to come and keep you some company?” The hawk’s a bit worried and wants to see that you’ll be okay. He gets out of the car and walks to the other side of the car with the intention of opening the door for you.
She waits, still drifty, until he opens the door. It barely occurs to her to open it herself, as strange as she feels right now. There’s a /hole/ in her mouth, full of cotton gauze, and she can’t feel half her jaw, and honestly she kind of feels like if she stands up she’s just going to fall back down.
Summer grabs Clint’s hand when he opens the door, leaning her head against it briefly, then summons up a smile for him. When they get upstairs, she’ll be able to communicate better — a tablet, a pad, something. In the meantime, she holds on to his hand and puts the other arm around his waist, just in case the dizziness is real and not her imagination.
Clint offers a smile back and helps you out of the car. He takes a better hold of you once you place his arm around you. He does not want you to fall and carefully leads you inside.
Clint is a bit of a worrywart so he makes sure you get to sit down as soon as possible when you make it inside. He takes your coat and puts it in the closet and asks if he can do something else.
It only takes a second of scrabbling before she comes up with a tablet — this is Stark Tower, after all. Quickly she types out, ‘I think I’m okay now. feel strange. it’s the meds. will you sit with me?’ She holds it up so he can see the words.
“Oh yeah? Were there specifics? Did you leave him with plenty of caffeine?” Summer glances up from her laptop, grinning. “Or is this him doing that thing where he’s afraid he’ll screw it up if he tries to … make his friends be friends?”
“It’s the wind,” she replies. It is, and the way the towering highrises of downtown New York channel it into cutting edges doesn’t help. No coat she owns proof against that. She takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then breathes it out in a puff of condensation and laughs. “Dragon’s breath.”
“The wind is quite sharp and nearly chilling. Here, let’s hope it protects you at least a little.” the hawk says and places his coat on your shoulders.
You puffing your breath brings a small smile to his face and your words cause a quiet chuckle to emerge. “Come on then my little dragon, let’s get you some hot chocolate to warm you up.”
Summer growls quietly. She doesn’t need to be protected, but she doesn’t jerk the coat off her shoulders. It would destroy the fragile bond they’re crafting here. Clint will come to see her independence soon enough. She grabs his hand, instead, and pulls him at a faster speed toward the park.
The archer thinks he hears you growling but can’t be sure of it and wonders if he did something wrong. He can’t figure it out though, as he was only being a gentleman giving his jacket to you when he thought you were cold.
You pulling his hand breaks him out of his thoughts and he hurries after you smiling, as he decides to just ask you about it later. “Are we in a hurry?”
“No, we’re having fun,” she says breathlessly over her shoulder, laughing in the cold. The wind catches at her breath and freezes in her nose, and it hurts but in a good way, in the kind of way that makes you yelp with laughter. She hardly waits for the stoplight to change before she’s darting across the street to the park proper, making a beeline for a little food stand with a few people milling around in front of it.
“The skating rinks are farther along but I think I was promised hot chocolate.”
Summer looks up from her book and freezes. “You … aren’t Flyte.” To that self-evident remark, eyebrows high on her face, she adds, “Who are you?”
“Either. Both. It’s a sibling thing, what you said.” A few more giggles erupt from her mouth. “A family thing. The people who’ve known you the longest … ” She stops, for a second, and gulps in a breath, and begins again, slower. “They can’t see it. Change. It’s so small, in front of them, so they can’t see it. Like watching grass grow.”
Loki listens to her intently and smiles faintly. “When they do see change they pretend that nothing has happened and try to pretend everything was like it used to be. But inside, you know that things have changed, and in the end know that no matter what happens, they will deny it.”
“That’s not fair,” she objects, sitting forward. “Sometimes they think that if they treat you like before, things will go back — but sometimes they just don’t see. You curl yourself inside, you yourself hide the changes,” more pensively, “you go back to the old behaviours even when they aren’t really you anymore. That helpless kneejerk response to, oh, parental authority, when you’ve been an adult for ages, but you can’t forget when you were a child.”
Summer blinks a few times, seeing the past, eyelids flickering. “Sometimes you have to force them to see the change.”
“I’ve got lots of chains, I’ll go get you one.” Summer didn’t really wait for his answer, just turned on a heel and bounced off toward the elevator. “What colour?”
“Silver,” he called after her, before he simply decided ‘screw that,’ and loped after her, hitching his thumbs into his belt loops as he fell into step with her, before the elevator could close.
(There was also an otter in the elevator, but he was a semi-permanent fixture and didn’t really require any notice.)
She tilted her gaze up at him, grinning. “What, if you don’t help I might bring back one that’s too girly?” She insinuated her arms around his waist, snuggling her head against his chest. “I think I have one of the thick, heavy box chains like rappers wear, will that do?”
She makes a sound that is supposed to mean assent, and leans her head back against the headrest, trying to keep her hands away from her mouth. It’s hard, because the lack of feeling feels so strange. Of course, the painkiller they gave her before she left might also have something to do with that — it’s hard to tell. She feels drifty.
Clint uses some of the side roads to avoid the worst traffic jam. It’s a bit longer trip but you’re still home faster than you’d be if you had taken your chances with the shorter way and the jam.
As Clint parks his car, he says, “Okay you’re home now. Do you want me to to come and keep you some company?” The hawk’s a bit worried and wants to see that you’ll be okay. He gets out of the car and walks to the other side of the car with the intention of opening the door for you..
She waits, still drifty, until he opens the door. It barely occurs to her to open it herself, as strange as she feels right now. There’s a /hole/ in her mouth, full of cotton gauze, and she can’t feel half her jaw, and honestly she kind of feels like if she stands up she’s just going to fall back down.
Summer grabs Clint’s hand when he opens the door, leaning her head against it briefly, then summons up a smile for him. When they get upstairs, she’ll be able to communicate better — a tablet, a pad, something. In the meantime, she holds on to his hand and puts the other arm around his waist, just in case the dizziness is real and not her imagination.