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You were a lion ; I was a songbird.
Who?: Grant ward, a few select threads, then you perhaps?
When?: Post his log with Agent 33, prior to starvation.
Where?: Lobby, breakfast nook, possibly down in the laundry? Basically anywhere.
Warnings: None so far. Possibly rotten eggs involved.
Notes: A couple of planned threads with Agent 33 and Ward and a few other people.
For 33 and Helen.
[This is awkward, slipping in and out like this. It's also annoying as hell thanks to Coulson and the rest of them. It's hard to tell if she's awake or not but he's got to get this done.]
33?
[The number thing, all of this. He wants to be the person she thinks he can be, standing there, shifting his weight catlike from foot to foot.]
Open the door we need to talk.
For Haymitch, 33, and Ward.
[Haymitch and Ward had a standing date to play battleship and ward's got it out, leaning back in his chair. He's started training every morning so he's thrown himself into the shower, fresh and clean.]
I figured I'd grab my friend later.
In the lobby.
[Ward is training. It's the first day he's felt good enough to do it and it's rather impressive - not his words but the words of others. Shirtless he spends a good four hours at 5:30 every morning shadowboxing, doing pushups, doing push-ups with his back pressed against the wall, and then more shadowboxing. He repeats this process again at 530 pm - feel free to catch either show.
It helps him think (and it's not like there's a lot of anything else to do around here.]
Laundry
[He's a rat bastard but he's not that much of a rat bastard. Coming up the stairs with a small bag full of those eggs a faint smell can be detected. Trash can, trash can, and no goddamn door. So he'll frown at the first person.]
No trash can anywhere that won't piss people off can you believe that?
When?: Post his log with Agent 33, prior to starvation.
Where?: Lobby, breakfast nook, possibly down in the laundry? Basically anywhere.
Warnings: None so far. Possibly rotten eggs involved.
Notes: A couple of planned threads with Agent 33 and Ward and a few other people.
For 33 and Helen.
[This is awkward, slipping in and out like this. It's also annoying as hell thanks to Coulson and the rest of them. It's hard to tell if she's awake or not but he's got to get this done.]
33?
[The number thing, all of this. He wants to be the person she thinks he can be, standing there, shifting his weight catlike from foot to foot.]
Open the door we need to talk.
For Haymitch, 33, and Ward.
[Haymitch and Ward had a standing date to play battleship and ward's got it out, leaning back in his chair. He's started training every morning so he's thrown himself into the shower, fresh and clean.]
I figured I'd grab my friend later.
In the lobby.
[Ward is training. It's the first day he's felt good enough to do it and it's rather impressive - not his words but the words of others. Shirtless he spends a good four hours at 5:30 every morning shadowboxing, doing pushups, doing push-ups with his back pressed against the wall, and then more shadowboxing. He repeats this process again at 530 pm - feel free to catch either show.
It helps him think (and it's not like there's a lot of anything else to do around here.]
Laundry
[He's a rat bastard but he's not that much of a rat bastard. Coming up the stairs with a small bag full of those eggs a faint smell can be detected. Trash can, trash can, and no goddamn door. So he'll frown at the first person.]
No trash can anywhere that won't piss people off can you believe that?
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[ The doors are still locked, windows unbreakable, and so on. The hotel will keep them captive here a while longer. ]
Or is it because I'm going to win this time? Don't want her to see you cry?
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I'd be more worried about you having a breakdown after the last game.
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[ He shrugs, tinkering with this little boats, setting them out on the little map. ]
I'll try not to cry too loudly this time, I know how easily it offends your delicate sensibilities.
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Which is how he finds himself in the lobby at 5:30 in the morning, watching the cagey Shield/Hydra Guy (whatever that means) running through his morning routine.
Sure, it's impressive. For anyone who hasn't spent a lot of time watching and working out with Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl. But it's definitely a lot more hardcore than most of the people around here are doing, so Tim is actually kind of impressed just on that score. So he settles in to watch. Maybe he can pick up a few pointers.]
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So he's back on his hands, doing push ups against the wall in a moment, repeating the move - only to have it fail again.
Silence. He's a SHIELD agent. A HYDRA operative. Called one of the most dangerous men in the world.
He might be aware that he's being watched so he'll glance out into the darkness...and repeat the move a third time only to have it fail once again. Slamming his hand into a fist he lies on the carpet, frowning.
Angry.]
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He clears his throat.]
Everything okay?
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[he shrugs] Trying to pull myself off the DL.
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Much.]
Looks like you got pretty banged up.
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[he keeps saying that he could almost believe it. Unbidden his thoughts go to Agent 33.]
I got shot. [Good leaders tell the truth right?]
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You must have seriously pissed her off. [brief pause] Or him. Was it someone else? I mean, usually a reaction like that means someone else, right?
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[He swallows] Which is fine. I just ...have to live with it.
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[pause]
Which is the totally lame advice from the kid that doesn't actually know anything about the situation at all, so I guess you can take that for what it's worth.
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I'd rather get better then get back together. No substitute for knowing yourself kid. remember that.
[There's a pause] I'm Grant Ward by the way.
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[Unless they're Bruce.]
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[He relaxes by a hair, watching him.] How long've you been here?
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So what's your world like?
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[He shrugs] So we have superheroes and aliens that fight with them and people trying to survive in the middle.
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For the Ward and Helen Thread:
[Opening the door she peeked out at him] You know you shouldn't say my code name out in the hall like that. Come in.
[moving back enough to let him in]
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[Point of fact] Everyone else is gone for a bit. [There's a brief pause before he speaks, softly.] You asked me not to call you Kara until you were ready for me to.
[Which comes to the point of his issue] I want you to meet someone who will take a look at your face. See if we can either get it fixed or removed, make sure that being here hasn't damaged it further.
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[Did he think she was broken--no. No, not that. But...]
I... don't think it can be removed, Ward. Are you sure you want someone to know about... this?
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[He studies her with sincerity. He's been thinking hard. It takes a moment but he puts his hand on her shoulder]
I just want to make sure you're okay and this person...she's the one that helped me with my wounds. If she was on Skye's side more directly she would have left me for dead.
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[She tilted her head down a bit, but gave a small nod.] If you trust her. Will she know anything about it though?
[she drew back, away from ward and moved to grab her hooded sweater, hauling it on and zipping it up, pulling the hood up again, a click and her face shifted, half hidden. Clearly she'd go with him wherever.]
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[Ward frowns. Does she?]
It'll work. And if she doesn't then we have another ally. You're playing against people that you don't trust. We need people. We need allies.
[He paces the room before picking up one of her books.] Are you bored with these? WAnt something else to read?
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[She came over to his side as he picked up the book. This one as the movie novelization of Pulp Fiction.]
I'm doing alright, for now. I learned a long time ago to entertain myself. Long periods of nothing to do are easy enough to manage. [She wanted to rest her cheek on his shoulder as she looked down to the book, but she drew back instead, sliding her hands into her pockets.]
When do you want to see this doctor?
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[He shrugs his shoulders] I love books though. We'll be seeing the doctor today. As soon as possible.
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You said this was the doctor that fixed you up?
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[Bad joke maybe.] It's just a chance to be sure. To make sure that nothing was damaged by coming here.
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If you think we can trust her, I will go see her.
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She has no biases or judgements. [But he'll lead Kara down to his room. He needs her on her best behavior. He looks a little winded by the time they get up there.]
...I'm not going to leave you. Don't worry.
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[And him being winded? That ad her looking at him carefully, with concern.]
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[she probably - most likely - won't be able to fix anything, but he has to do right by 33 and there's something, something like a concerned parent? An older brother in his features? She said he helped her.]
Past repeats itself I guess.
[In more ways then one.]
Helen. This is - [33. Kara.] My friend.
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She stands when they enter, a warm smile lighting her eyes.]
It's so good to finally meet you. [She offers a hand in greeting.] Helen Magnus.
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[She stepped forward and took the offered hand, a light shake given. Ward didn't say what name was given and called her friend only.] Ah... [sudden insecurity flooded her, and in the middle of the hand shake she glanced to Ward, unsure, before looking back and simply saying.] Nice to meet you.
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She had an accident back. I wanted to find out if it was damaged further by arriving here.
[She should be fine. That's what he hopes but she'll still be fine. He reaches for her shoulder and puts his hand there, gently. As gently as he can.]
I knew we could trust you
You helped me when I first arrived. [What he doesn't see is how tenderly he looks at Kara.]
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Of course. I'll do what I can.
[It warms her to know he's starting to trust her. Being able to trust someone is something she thinks he badly needs, especially given the concern he seems to have for this woman and the reassurance she seems to get from him.
After a moment, she adds,] You were worth it.
[And unless he does something to drastically change her mind, that's her final opinion on the matter.]
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[She doesn't think anything can be done about her mask though. They said it couldn't be removed. And now it wasn't working so well. She wasn't sure how much information to give this woman. She left Ward to do the talking. The explaining. Like she did with the doctor who fixed it.]
[The woman said that Ward was worth it. That... that made her like Helen more already. Someone who felt he was worth something, it was what he needed right? Kara stood back a bit, drawing her hands back to rest in her pockets of the gray sweater she had on, staying hidden in the hood until it was time to get a look at it.]
I want to thank you as well, for taking care of him. I did it once already, but this place is not... correct.
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If you have any questions I can try and answer them. She's got something fused to her face. Don't suppose you know anything about cloaking technology?
[There's a pause and he looks to Kara] Lay down.
[That's a command however. However gentle it might sound.]
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Cloaking technology?
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[Eyes open she looked over at the two, allowing Ward to talk about the mask, curious to see what he tells her about it.]