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edge_of_forever2012-05-21 08:57 pm
nottheotherguy) wrote in edge_of_forever2012-05-21 08:57 pm
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[debut] I think I'm breaking down again
Tony's car was nicer than anything I'd ever been in, and he drove it fast. "Should I be nervous?" I asked; he looked at me quizzically. "Last time I saw you in a race car, it didn't end well." Even in the backwoods of Canada, I'd seen the footage of him in Monaco. He looked like he was trying not to find that funny.
"Live a little, Jolly," he said finally, and I didn't try not to laugh. It felt good to have something to laugh at.
I leaned my head back against the expensive leather and let my eyes fall shut. It felt good to rest, too. I didn't think any of us had done that much lately. At some point I dozed, lulled by the sun on my skin and the wind rushing by. When I woke up, I wasn't in the car anymore.
If they'd ever managed to get me into that glass cage at the bottom of Fury's flying command bunker, it might have felt something like this. The room was small, but only one wall was open, and it hummed with energy like the forcefield around the tesseract. I sat up, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand, looking around. I didn't like what I saw. There was someone else in one of the other beds, but whoever they were, they were curled up into a ball, out cold. It was eerily quiet except for the almost inaudible whine of machinery-- the air conditioning, probably, and the lights, but I'd be shocked if there weren't cameras hidden all over the place too.
I felt the rumble under my skin, the other guy wanting to come out. Neither of us liked the look of this one bit. Shut up, I thought, and got to my feet.
"Hey," I called out, going as close as I could to the doorway. "Hey Fury, I thought we were gonna play nice."
There was no answer.
"Live a little, Jolly," he said finally, and I didn't try not to laugh. It felt good to have something to laugh at.
I leaned my head back against the expensive leather and let my eyes fall shut. It felt good to rest, too. I didn't think any of us had done that much lately. At some point I dozed, lulled by the sun on my skin and the wind rushing by. When I woke up, I wasn't in the car anymore.
If they'd ever managed to get me into that glass cage at the bottom of Fury's flying command bunker, it might have felt something like this. The room was small, but only one wall was open, and it hummed with energy like the forcefield around the tesseract. I sat up, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand, looking around. I didn't like what I saw. There was someone else in one of the other beds, but whoever they were, they were curled up into a ball, out cold. It was eerily quiet except for the almost inaudible whine of machinery-- the air conditioning, probably, and the lights, but I'd be shocked if there weren't cameras hidden all over the place too.
I felt the rumble under my skin, the other guy wanting to come out. Neither of us liked the look of this one bit. Shut up, I thought, and got to my feet.
"Hey," I called out, going as close as I could to the doorway. "Hey Fury, I thought we were gonna play nice."
There was no answer.
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She huffed out a breath, and then looked back at him. "Caroline. So, what, you're some kind of... I don't know, murderer, or something? Since you're in jail. I mean, space-tech jail." She moved across the room, her voice high pitched. "Or like, what is this, some sort of like, government thing? Or is it Alaric? Who are you?" She grabbed one of the pillows, and turned, heaving it out of the room, and she watched it hit the wall. "Forcefield? Really? Do you think I'm stupid?"
And then she moved - fast enough that she was literally a blur, but she moved through the room to the forcefield, and hit it with enough force that she was knocked back onto the floor. She skidded back when she fell, regaining her feet too fast for him to see how, and her eyes were nearly black - and she moved still a blur, every muscle feeling like it was on fire, her voice tight and angry. "I. Have had. A very bad day. Who are you. Tell me." Her face was inches away, her eyes searching his, her hands shaking from the electrical shock.
There was only so much she could take, only so much that she can actually deal with and after Alaric pinned her to a desk, and she'd barely made it out alive-- there was no way she'd let some asshole pin her in jail and act like he didn't know what was going on. "What are you?"