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Post by Ray on Jul 3, 2018 21:15:42 GMT -7
Steve watches her, his brows pressing close. The story is not unlike another he's heard. And while he doesn't know much about these powers, these abilities that seem to be more and more common as time goes on, he's not about to deny that that sounds like a commonality connecting them. Anger, fear, stress. There's an entire prison filling with people who've given in to those emotions to catastrophic means. And then there's Orion.
She pulls her hands from her pockets, showing them to Steve for the first time, and he takes a small step forward. He reaches out, but refrains from taking hold of her, not wanting to encroach where he's already been told not to. Instead, he holds his hand a breath from hers, guiding it higher for him to see just with a movement of air. Her wrists and fingers are bruised, badly. The kind of bruises you only see from hard hits or broken bones.
His brows press even closer.
"JARVIS," he says aloud, but no louder than normal conversation.
"Yes, Captain?" The voice replies.
"Get Tony. She needs to take a look at this."
"Right away."
"ETA on the package?" He asks quickly, exhaling a slow breath.
"GPS puts it thirty minutes from arrival."
Shit. "Thank you."
"Package?" Barton asks, lifting his brows and looking towards Steve, "It's not my birthday."
"It's not important," Steve shakes his head, glancing briefly back at the other man. But that one glance is enough to tell him that Barton isn't entirely convinced. He sets his blue eyes back on Teresa and drops his hand away. "I'm lucky. Everything that gave me strength came from a bottle. The only pain I endured were the breaks and injuries I got from willingly stepping onto a battlefield. What you're going through is different. Neither asked for nor painless nor given with instructions. But..." he nods, giving her a small, reassuring smile, "Hopefully we can find some way to make this more manageable."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 3, 2018 21:28:32 GMT -7
Teresa watches as Steve steps forward and something tells her that he actually wants to touch her hand to take a good look at it but thankfully he doesn't. She's not really sure she would know what would happen if it did... it maybe nothing or it could be something but Teresa wasn't willing to find out which would happen. She didn't want to be the one to hurt Steve. She was going to say something, anything. But Steve then calls the same name that Barton had said in the elevator and she looks up once more as if still expecting someone to be standing just out of her line of sight but of course it was the computer that was talking.
Steve spoke about Tony Stark and Teresa wasn't sure if she could stand being looked at like something scientific, if that's how Stark would see her of course. Then he speaks about a package and Barton says about his birthday and it takes everything in her to keep a straight face mostly because of the fact that she remembered how they had spent his birthday. This was before she found out about what she could do but something told her she had been able to do all of this before she even got into bed with Barton. She wasn't sure why she thought that but it was a feeling.
Teresa moves her hands away too when Steve drops his and then he starts speaking and she chews on her lip. "Will you be able to get rid of it?" she asks after a moment. Teresa wanted it gone so that there wasn't the fear of her bringing down any building or anything she was standing on whenever she got mad. Of course it was going to take a little while before it was gone but hopefully she will be able to have it disappear on her and be back to normal in no time but inside it felt like it was here to stay and that was the feeling she didn't want to have running through her veins.
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Post by Ray on Jul 3, 2018 21:51:32 GMT -7
Steve sighs out a slow breath at her question. If he was in her shoes, he would have asked the same thing. Being rid of something like this is far better than dealing with the pain and the stress and the constant thought of managing it for the rest of her life. But if there was a way of doing that, places like the Raft and Orion wouldn't exist in the first place. Yet there they still stand, more full than ever, still learning through trial and error.
Though these days, it's mostly error.
"I'm going to be honest with you," Steve tells her, keeping his eyes leveled on hers, "We have no way of knowing if that's possible. For the time being, it seems as if powers like these are permanent."
"Trying to understand this...phenomena has gone back decades." Barton fills in, and then shrugs his shoulders with a shake of his head. "Still no answers. At least none that they're willing to share."
"That doesn't mean we can't find a solution," Steve reassures her, putting on another smile. "Or at least some way to control it. Until we do get those answers."
"What are we talking about?" A woman's voice interrupts from the mouth of the hallway. Steve glances up and past Teresa's head, catching sight of the newcomer to their conversation. She's young, attractive, black hair pulled back into a ponytail halfway to falling out. And, as always, Tony has her hands dirty. She tries to wipe the oil off with an already sullied rag, but black stains persist on her fingers and forearms and across the front of her loose white tank. A red jacket is tied around her waist, probably more expensive than just about everything Steve owns, and yet just as unsafe from getting caught up with whatever project she's working on now. "New girlfriend?" Tony asks, glancing over Teresa and then throwing a knowing look Barton's way automatically.
"I don't know, have you finished building yours yet?" Barton retorts.
Tony grins, "God I miss your snark when you're not around, Hawkeye."
"Tony," Steve interrupts, and she glances back to him, "This is Teresa. She has...abilities." He says, trying to simplify it as best he can. The woman's expression turns a little more serious. She balls the oily rag in her palms and tossing it somewhere out of sight.
"What kind of abilities?" She asks, stepping forward.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 3, 2018 22:04:12 GMT -7
Steve gives her the answer to her question and it definitely isn't the one that she wants. Teresa wants to be rid of these abilities and wants them gone right now. But she felt her heart break at the fact that she was going to be stuck with them for a while. She feared that she wouldn't ever be able to control herself and it seemed with each passing day it was just getting harder and harder but she figured it was down to the fact that most days she found herself getting angry through one thing or another and it wasn't helping her to deal with all of this.
If she had to be stuck with it then she was going to have to get used to it.
There was a newcomer and she glanced over to see Tony Stark herself and if she was honest she wasn't all that impressed but Teresa decided it was better to actually hold that in rather than insult the woman whose building she was actually standing in. She rolled her eyes when Tony asked if Teresa was the new girlfriend and it wasn't that far off even if they had only really been sleeping together more often than not but what really shocked her was when Tony spoke to Barton and there was that name dropped..
Hawkeye.
Teresa raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of Barton with an unamused look on her face that told him he was so busted and that she would get to the whole not knowing Hawkeye bit later but for now she put her eyes back on to Tony when Steve introduced her and the woman then asked what kind of abilities she had and rather than go into a long winded explanation of what she could do she finally decided to say the words that she didn't want to say but knew in the end she would have to let them fall from her mouth anyway.
"Why don't I show you what I can do... if you have a room where you don't mind things breaking that is"
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Post by Ray on Jul 3, 2018 22:17:52 GMT -7
Barton catches Teresa's eyes, sees the anger lingering there at having more surprises thrown in on top of an already heaping pile. But he says nothing as he leans against the back of the nearest couch, arms folded over his chest, face emotionless. It's not that he doesn't trust Teresa with the truth. If he didn't, he wouldn't be standing in this very room with her, letting Tony and Steve try to find some solution that doesn't involve getting flagged on SHIELD's Index of powered individuals.
But there's a reason he is who he is. And telling every girl he falls into bed with that he's a bow-wielding vigilante-slash-government agent would be entirely counter productive to that.
He looks away.
"Oh we definitely have a room," Tony says, a little too enthusiastically, and Steve gives her a disapproving look out of his peripherals.
"Are you sure that's safe?" Barton asks, looking back to Teresa. "I don't want you injuring yourself for the sake of a demonstration."
"Might be a good idea," Steve comments in a slight sigh, and both Barton and Tony look to him in mild surprise, "Only way to figure out a solution is to measure the intensity of your power and find its root cause. Otherwise we're just guessing, which will do more harm than good." Barton kneads a hand at the back of his neck, already feeling an ache forming there. "But that's only as long as you're okay with it." Steve adds on, nodding once to Teresa, letting the final decision be hers.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 4, 2018 7:07:30 GMT -7
Teresa watches as he looks away and then puts her eyes on Tony when she speaks. Of course this woman would want Teresa to show what she can do and she found that both a little worrying and a bit annoying to think that this woman would actually be enthusiastic about her hurting herself and she was about to say something like that when Barton spoke and she moved her eyes over to look at him. This time the anger that had been in her eyes had disappeared and she was looking at him with a softer look especially when he seemed to worry about her.
She chewed on her lip gently before then finally speaking "It might be the only way I can show them what happens" she admitted and sighed. Teresa didn't like the thought of hurting herself any more than her hands were already hurting but if it was the only way that they could see just what happened then surely it would be worth the days she would sit in agony, right? She kept her eyes on Barton for a moment and honestly she had let slip that he was Hawkeye because honestly right now that didn't matter at all right now.
Steve started talking and she moved her eyes over to him and then chewed on her lip once more when he agreed that this would be the best idea and then he let her make the final decision because it would be her hands that would take the brunt of it and of course the room but she was more worried about her hands right now. That didn't stop her from finally nodding and then saying "I'll do it at least that way you can understand what you're dealing with because I can't really explain everything that is happening and if you see it then it might be a little easier" Teresa knew that she was rambling but she was a little nervous so hopefully they could understand that.
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Post by Ray on Jul 4, 2018 13:03:36 GMT -7
"Alright then," Steve nods at Teresa's final say on the matter, but takes a glance towards Barton. The other man is frowning slightly, arms still crossed, eyes still set on Teresa. It doesn't take a genius to understand that he cares about her, and rightfully so. With the bruising blossoming across her hands and wrists, whatever power it is she has takes a great toll on her physical being, unlike some others registered on the Index. But if they don't know what they're dealing with, they have no way of knowing how to help her.
"JARVIS, baby." Tony calls out, drawing Steve's eye once more.
"Yes, dear," the computer replies, just as fondly. Steve almost wants to smile at that. Of all the things Tony could have programmed him to say...
"Get the Juggernaut room ready for us, will ya." She unties the red jacket from her waist and slips it on instead, covering up the oil-stained tank she wears.
"Right away."
"This way, single file, follow the leader." Tony continues without missing a beat, turning on a sneaker heel to direct them back towards the hall. Steve gives Teresa a light, reassuring touch on the arm and a small smile before walking ahead, keeping at her side the entire time. Barton sighs, but follows. As Tony leads them down the hall, the elevator doors open automatically without a single press of a button, JARVIS taking care of everything without even having to be asked. They climb in, the elevator immediately activates floor A-3, and lifts as soon as they're all safely secured within.
"So," Tony says, stepping back to stand just at Steve's shoulder, nearly a foot shorter but no less of a presence. Her voice is low, meant only for him, "Just how much power does this power have?"
"We'll find out." Steve replies.
"But are we expecting rain-clouds or firestorms?" She asks, her meaning neither subtle nor unclear. "Because I do have to calibrate the room for that."
"Plan for firestorms." Steve replies, and checks his watch at that moment. Should be fifteen more minutes. Still later than he expected.
The elevator reaches A-3 less than a second later, and the doors part open wide for them. This hall wraps around in a large circle, several doors marking either side -- unmarked and sealed shut. But like reflex, Tony steps out and immediately turns to the left, leading them around the wide bend. Eventually, they reach a portion of the hall where only one door breaks apart the cool steel surroundings. She swipes her hand across a small, touch-sensitive monitor like she were giving it a high-five, and it immediately blinks gold and then green. The door swooshes open, heavy and thick, revealing a control room on the other side.
"What calibrations shall the Juggernaut be set to?" JARVIS' voice greets them as they enter. Tony moves towards the row of panels, the lights activating automatically and glowing blue.
"Remember last Tuesday?" She asks, fingers dancing across the controls.
"Vividly."
"Let's set for that."
The wall in front of them suddenly breaks apart, separating to either side like curtains being drawn, revealing a a straight shot out and a sudden drop. The Juggernaut room is massive, dropping down two floors below and rising two floors above and stretching far across like a stadium a thousand feet in the air. And as the lights come on, blank white walls greet them.
"Are you sure about this?" Barton asks as the doors close behind him, looking to Teresa. "You don't have to do this."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 4, 2018 13:21:12 GMT -7
Teresa feels Steve's hand on her arm and she gives him a soft smile back before a nod and then she looks over at Barton once more. If she could then she probably would've reached out and grabbed hold of his hand just for a little reassurance but she didn't and rather than actually do anything she just smiled at him slightly before she turned and started following after Tony.
Honestly this place was definitely bigger than she would've ever thought it would be. Teresa felt like making a joke about it being the TARDIS, bigger on the inside and all that but when she came to think about it she had never really thought about this place at all. She hadn't thought about what it would be like inside of this tower and now that she was here there was a part of her that wanted to be out on the street so oblivious to just what went on in a place like this but here she was.
They got into the elevator and she found herself putting her hands back into her pockets once more even if the bruises actually made it impossible to do. Teresa's heart was pounding hard in her chest and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from saying just how worried she really was about all of this. Barton probably could see it on her or even sense it.. or maybe not she wasn't exactly sure what he could really sense coming off of her. Finally they got out the elevator and she continued to follow but when they came to the room she looked up and down at it and raised an eyebrow. She felt a whistle start to form but then Barton asked her a question and she looked over at him.
Teresa wondered if he was worrying about her, whether or not he would call time if he thought all of this would get too much for her. "I know" she admitted with a nod and then a slight smile. "I probably will regret it later when I'm laying in bed in pain but I'm not going to be able to stop this unless we figure out just what is going on with me and control it at least then I could really hurt someone and I," she sighed and looked down before biting on her lip before letting it go and looking back up at him "would rather hurt myself than hurt anyone outside of this building or... you" she watched him for a moment before moving her brown eyes away and looking about the room once more.
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Post by Ray on Jul 4, 2018 17:34:58 GMT -7
Barton still doesn't entirely like this idea. He knows the merits of it, knows to trust Steve even in the most unconventional cases, but he remembers how quickly she had broken down when he'd found the bruises in the first place. He knows how badly they must hurt. And making her suffer more of that pain for the purpose of analyzing just what exactly is causing them leaves him feeling a little guilty for dragging her to this place.
But at the same time, he knows SHIELD would have treated this situation a hundred times worse.
"Okay," he nods, accepting her decision. It's the only thing he can do. It's the only thing he should do.
"You ready?" Steve asks, interrupting their short conversation, that wasn't very private to begin with. Barton clears his throat and takes a step back. "I know it seems daunting, but the room is harmless."
"Usually." Tony mutters, pulling up a chair and taking a seat in it.
Steve chooses to ignore that, "It's built to withstand a tremendous amount of force. Believe me. We've tested it." He admits, and glances briefly towards Barton knowingly. "Head into the elevator." Steve continues, pointing towards the only other door in this observation room. "It'll take you right down."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 4, 2018 17:47:33 GMT -7
Teresa is glad when Clint accepts her decision because right now she’s not sure she had enough energy to argue with him and to show them just what her powers were. Steve interrupts their conversation and she looks over at him and nods. It would be easy just head downstairs and show them what she can do and then leave. It’ll be fine right?
She removed her bag and her small jacket that was thankfully thin enough to let whatever breeze could be found in and then handed both over to Barton so that he could look after her stuff for her. She goes to say something but decides against it as she moves into the elevator. The door shuts behind her and she lets a shaky breath out because this definitely wasn’t what she imagined would happen when she came here but maybe they could help her understand all of this a bit more.
The elevator door opened and she stepped out in to a room and looked around. It seemed to be empty apart from herself being in there. She looked up towards the glass for a moment before she moved into the centre of the room. “Okay Teresa you can do this” she muttered to herself. She could do this, right?
After a moment she looked down at her bruised hands and prayed that she wouldn’t damage them and that she would be able to get through this without so much as hurting herself more than she already had. She took another moment before she brought her hands up and as she did she could feel the soft shaking under her feet before she put more force behind it and the room was shaking a lot more now but Teresa was gritting her teeth hard because of the pain this was causing her.
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Post by Ray on Jul 4, 2018 22:23:56 GMT -7
The door to the elevator closes behind her silently, and Steve turns towards the observation window. It feels strange being on this side of the glass. He hasn't had very many reasons to stand here, other than catching glimpses of his other team members in the heat of training. But even so, he'd much rather be down there on the floor himself than standing here, analyzing every move. He leaves that to Tony, who's usually distracted by something else anyway.
But his eyes follow Teresa as she moves across the wide expanse of the room to its center. Barton comes to stand beside him, stepping closer to the thick glass separating the rooms, looking down.
"And if she hurts herself?"
"I can have a medic on standby." Tony offers, sincerely. Barton sighs out a breath.
"Yeah. That's reassuring."
"We'll stop this before that's necessary." Steve tells him, nodding once. It's not anymore reassuring than Tony's offer. But it's the best he can do without calling this off entirely. Barton just folds his mouth shut, and keeps his eyes down on her.
There's a slight pause, a held breath, before they all watch Teresa raise her hands slowly into the air. A small tremble rumbles beneath their feet, easy to miss if they hadn't been paying such close attention, but distinct. Tony's eyes drop to her monitors as data spews out in long fragments of texts, JARVIS attempting to measure the data pulsating throughout the Juggernaut. Her brows furrow. "She's creating small seismic waves," she says, expanding a graph that's measuring the rate of vibration. Steve doesn't look. He keeps watching her. "Too small to even be considered on a Richter Scale, but--" Tony's words are cut short when the vibration begins to increase as Teresa concentrates harder, her focus showing on her face. "Okay. Never mind. That's a 4.0."
"We're not seeing the full picture." Steve mutters, still focused on Teresa. "Graphs can only measure so much."
"I can put an obstacle in there," Tony says, pushing herself on the rolling chair towards another panel of lights, swiping a hand across it to activate it. "Something physical she can manipulate."
"Okay, what?" Barton huffs.
"No." Steve shakes his head. "That still won't tell us enough." He turns on a heel and moves towards the door, JARVIS opening it without question for him to exit out into the hall.
"Where's he going?" Barton asks, looking back.
"Don't know," Tony heaves out a sigh. She presses the comm button, switching on the microphone in the Juggernaut. "Teresa, was it? How are you feeling?" She asks down.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 5, 2018 1:49:09 GMT -7
If Teresa was asked to describe what she was feeling inside then she wasn't sure she would be able to explain because they would probably look at her with a strange look in their eyes but what she was feeling in her hands was definitely something that she hadn't ever felt before. It felt like she was on another level when it came to the shaking and other than the wall that she was sending this wave at; her hands were baring the brunt of all the shaking.
She knows it must look a little insane from up in the obs room but it was nothing compared to how she felt when she smashed the windows in her apartment after a conversation with her father and yet she was still trying to remain positive that they could do something to either get rid of it or just make sure that it's dormant because she still runs the risk of actually hurting someone and with her sleeping with Barton she felt like he could be the target and while it was just sex between the two.. Teresa would never forgive herself if anything happened to him because of her.
Slowly and surely she started to stop the shaking and when it came to a stop completely she looked down at her hands and gritting her teeth hard once more, in fact she was making sure that she didn't even break her teeth at this point. She was in a bit of pain, and she could see more bruising on her hands and wrists that she was sure wasn't there the first time around. Teresa was going to have to take very strong painkillers to stop the pain but for now she could just about manage the situation when it came to how she looked at her wrists.
There was a voice that interrupted her thoughts and she looked up towards the obs room window and chewed on her lip when Tony asked her how she was feeling. There was two ways she could do this, she could lie and pretend that everything was fine or she could just be honest and tell the truth and her brain had decided on one thing but her mouth went in the complete other direction "Sore" she muttered and nodded before looking down at her hands once more. She had never had the feeling of wanting to cry so badly in front of people in fact Graeme had been the last person who had seen her cry and now she was trying her hardest not to let them fall now but it was so much harder than she thought especially when she was in pain.
So instead she moved her eyes away from anything that could show her crying and tried to put her mind on something else something that would take the pain away from her hands.
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Post by Ray on Jul 5, 2018 8:44:24 GMT -7
Teresa replies in a mutter, but Tony's computer still catches it clear as day. Barton's frown deepens. "You know what she can do now," he says, forcing his eyes away from the woman standing down below and towards Tony still seated in her chair, finger lifting from the comm button to switch it off, "Do we really have to keep her down there for more tests?"
"No," Tony replies, shaking her head. But then, slowly, she inclines her head to one side, thinking it over, "And yes."
"Stark, come on."
"JARVIS can analyze the seismic waves she produced all on his own, he has the data he needs." Tony explains, leaning back in her chair and motioning towards the monitors that are still spitting out information left and right in a rush of fragmented phrases and equations. "But if these powers are taking a physical toll on her, we need to find out why and find out how to either stop it before it starts, or lessen the blow. And right now all we know is she can shake things. We don't know why or how, and we don't know the source or it's intensity on anything physical beyond the bruises on her hands. Which..." she trails off, something clicking in her head, "JARVIS, does the lab downstairs still have an X-Ray machine?"
"Yes, fully operational."
"Tell them we need it."
"Right away?"
"X-rays?" Barton repeats.
"You want to help your girlfriend or not?" Tony replies. She presses the comm button again, "Teresa--"
But the door opens, and they both glance back. Steve steps through the door, adjusting the straps of his shield to his forearm. He's pulled on his SHIELD tactical armor, the silver star sitting square on his chest in a field of navy blue. He doesn't pause to stand there like some image of righteousness, automatically turning towards the lift that takes them down to the Juggernaut.
"Jesus Christ," Barton says, starting to think this was a bad idea.
"Tony, monitor her hands. She's probably already way past her limit, but they seem to be the focus of her ability."
"And what are you doing?" Tony asks, looking him over.
"I'm the target." He replies, and steps into the elevator.
"You know, sometimes I hate him." Barton comments aloud when the doors close.
"But you have to admit," Tony sighs a little wistfully, shaking her head and looking back to her monitors, "The man is sexy as hell."
The doors open at the Juggernaut level, and Steve steps out as he's pulling his helmet over his head. Teresa stands alone in the center of the room, already looking worn and exhausted by just the short amount of use she'd displayed, but they need more. And they're not going to get that with her focused on nothing but a blank wall. "I know you're tired," Steve calls out to her as he crosses the room in her direction, clasping the strap of his helmet beneath his chin, "But I need you to give us just a little bit more. Can you do that?" He asks, keeping his tone steady and calm.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 5, 2018 10:31:01 GMT -7
Teresa hoped that they had seen enough from her because she was exhausted, she wasn’t sure just how much energy she had used just doing that alone and just wanted to get back to her small apartment and go to sleep for a few hours. She had certainly showed them enough surely and chewed on her lip at the thought that maybe she could be done with this now and could head back hone. She was sore, she was tired and now she just wanted to put herself in bed so that she could sleep all of this off.
She seemed to be the only one down here still and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing now that she had showed them what she could do. Maybe they were horrified at what she could do and the first thing she could see was Barton not wanting to look at her and it hurt her more than she could really say.
Tony’s voice came through and then nothing and she pushed her eyebrows together because she wasn’t sure just what the woman was going to say other than her name of course but she rolled her eyes and then was about to sit down on the floor so that she could have a little bit of a break but the elevator doors opened and she had expected to maybe see Clint telling her that she could go home.
But what she saw was Captain America in his uniform and his shield and for the first time she actually felt fear because of what she had shown them, maybe now he would have to take her away.. maybe she wouldn’t be able to go back to her apartment. A million things ran through her head but not what he would say next. Her mouth fell open and she looked up at the obs room and then back at Steve.
Teresa shook her head. “No... no I..” she said and looked at him. If she could break glass and make a room completely shake then what the hell would she do to a person and one that was loved by her own best friend. If she hurt him then she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself and she wouldn’t be able to look Stiles in the face again of Barton or anyone else for that matter.
She was getting a little distressed in the moment. “I don’t want to hurt you” she was about to raise her hand to make him move back a bit but decided it was better if she didn’t. “I don’t want to hurt you Steve and this will probably hurt you.. if I can break glass then what can it to do a body... no” she shook her head once more.
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Post by Ray on Jul 5, 2018 10:48:25 GMT -7
Teresa's expression immediately turns horrified, fear striking deep into her eyes, worry making the words fall quickly from her lips. But Steve isn't afraid. He's stood against plenty, withstood plenty. A woman who clearly doesn't want to hurt him despite powers she can't control is nothing that would have him running from this room.
"It's a good thing I'm not made of glass, then," Steve replies, moving around her to the other side. He puts some distance between them, standing halfway between her and the far wall, giving plenty of breadth to work with. "And you're not aiming for me." He says, setting his eyes back upon her. "You're aiming for this." He pats his free palm twice upon the metal. He lifts his arm, setting the shield right in front of his chest as he sets his stance in the same moment, readying.
Vibranium. Strong enough to withstand bullets and artillery shells and the very worst that someone can throw at him. It'll withstand this too. He's sure of that.
And if it doesn't... well that's information they need to know too.
"I want you to focus all your attention right on the star," he tells her, "Get angry if you have to. Yell, scream, tell me to go fuck myself, but I'm not leaving until you do."
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