aggravating | 8th Command; Voice

There's this old adage, Bargians. Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless you are a part of one. I'd kind of like to add onto that for a minute. So, uh, bear with me.

There are a few things that yeah, they're supposed to be kept secret. No one and their aunt Martha care about your latest bowel movement or who you had a crush on in the third grade. Seriously, they don't. Unless you're loud, obnoxious, spray tan like hell every chance you have, and get into cat fights over who gets the last can of soda. Those are fine. As are the family secrets, things like divorces, fights. I'm not saying "Spill your guts, Bargites, 'cause it's just not faaaaaaair~!" Those aren't the types of secrets I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the secrets that have to do with someone else. If someone knows something about your future that, you know, might be good to know for your own peace of mind, your own well-being, then hey. What the hell are you keeping it from them for? Because I pretty much guarantee that when they find out - and they will - things will be even worse than you imagined.

And yeah, for the record? Lies of omission totally count.

[Private to Natasha]
Coulson's dead, huh? Or did Rogers leave that out of his debrief?

[Private to Arkady]
Gorgeous, I needed to be drunk yesterday.

[Private to Charles]
Give me a reason to actually keep giving a shit, Prof. Because apparently even if I work to come back to life now, I just die again later.

[Private to Steve]
So. Rogers.

Coulson's dead.

I flew a nuke into space.

Loki's a fucking supervillain.

Game over.

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[That's approval that she likes! She smiles at him. Good!

[Because he's been nice to her, so he deserves something to go right for him today.] You don't have to talk to me if you don't want. You're probably tired of talking about it. You can tell me about where you're from?

[Not only does she bring booze, but she gives him a topic switch before he has to make one of his own?

Zev, darling, you're skyrocketing in his approval charts]

Earth. Or one of them, whatever the hell that means. [Still getting his feet wet in the whole multidimensional thing here. He'll go ahead and pour two glasses, in case the girl wants to join him in drinking] Richest and smartest guy on the planet, inventive genius...

I've never heard of it. [She goes to find a seat, and compared to her room his seems luxurious.] I've seen some of the things you invented! Like the suit you built in port. And the- [she taps her own sternum, indicating his "heart"]

You're missing out. Some places suck, but... Monaco, Venice- Earth has a lot going for it.

[That gets him grinning, and has him reaching up to drum his fingers over the arc reactor before he moves over to the desk, picking up Iron Man helmet - his Warden is awesome, which is really the only good news right now - and handing it to the girl, taking the wire hanging out of the bottom of it and threading it down his shirt, connecting it to one of the side adapters of his arc reactor.

He will reach over to hit a few latches on the side, letting it open a bit more, for a looser fit. Designed to slip over the head.]

Put it on, gorgeous. You'll be even more impressed.

[Yeah, flirting is just his natural language. ~~sorry pepper~~]

[So is hers. But she does remember what he said.]

Alright. [She trusts him to try this, and that says something after everything she's been through. She takes it in delicate hands to pull down over her head, blue-white hair curling out from under the bottom.]

[It's actually kind of amusing seeing her hair jut out from under the red and gold. But he's tapping on the helmet, getting the HUD flickering to life as soon as it's settled.

Zev will be able to see basic analysis of items in the room, a catalog of the furniture, measurements, a little target always in her eye, pulling up a closer image of whatever she focuses on. Stats are in the corner, her own heart rate, adrenaline level, as well as a flicker of numbers Tony always has running in his periphery.]

Welcome to my world.

[All the information, other than the numbers, looks like an alien language to her. But she does consider for a moment that this might be how 790 sees the world. When she pulls off the helmet she's smiling.]

I see why you like it. I would feel very safe in there.

[He's grinning a bit as he takes the helmet out of her hands, reaching up to disconnect the power supply before tossing it back on the bed.]

The finished product's even better, trust me. Once you can fly around faster than a fighter jet and bend steel there's no going back.

[He's ignoring the safe comment. Namely since it hits too close to home right now. He's safe in his suit, protected. Able to do things, to help and fight. As he is now, he's smart. He always has his brain, but he's vulnerable and he hates it.]

[Feeling unsafe every other day or so, she can understand. But at the same time, she's not a person that minds being exposed too much. When her fears aren't there, they no longer bother her.]

I can't bend steel, but I am strong and I can go really fast.

[When you're squishy and too easily broken for your liking, sometimes strapping on a few dozen extra pounds of metal is necessary.]

I remember the strong thing. [He had bruises for like, a week after that flood. Nice bruises, but.] I'd kind of kill for a superpower right now. [Since he's kind of limited in what he can build to put him a step above everyone else.]

Earning mine was very unpleasant. But I would much rather have it than not. [She can completely understand wanting to have one.]

Only process I know of personally pretty much ripped a guy's skeleton apart and rebuilt it bigger. So... I can see the unpleasant thing.

[He's taking a moment to look... almost wistfully at the Iron Man helmet, before taking a long swig of his drink]

I'd settle for just getting my suit back.

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