layla, too, turns and shifts how she stands, preparing for the fight she was anticipating. chocolate brown hues narrow at the three men as they seemingly stumble over their words, unsure of how to react to such an approach. it wasn't the sort of reaction one would often see in this sort of situation, and the gods know she and marc had been here many times before. a moment passes as her attention fixates on one man in particular, and the way he shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat, ready to speak. it's then layla remembers his face, and the tension leaves her shoulders almost instantly. ❝ again? i thought i told them no. ❞ at her words, the man speaks up, attempting to persuade her into doing something or meeting with someone, or people, by the sounds of it, but layla shakes her head and quickly turns back to marc, reaching out to take his hand and drag him along. she didn't particularly want him to hear this, mostly because she wasn't sure how he would react to it. however, when the three men trudge after the two of them, layla stops in her tracks and turns to look over her shoulder, glaring at the three men. ❝ i said no! tell him i don't do teams, ❞ cutting herself off, she turns to look briefly at her husband, blinking before turning back to the three men, ❝ well, i do... ❞ because she, marc, and steven were a team. ❝ just get lost, yeah? tell your boss i meant what i said. no him, no me. ❞
with that, layla whips her head back around sassily and continues walking with marc, practically dragging him along until they exit the side street and return to the main street, which was a ten-minute walk from their house. they begin the usual route back, and the brunette glances over at marc, knowing exactly that she was going to have to explain this. with her hand still intertwined with his, her lips purse as she thinks of a way to word it. ❝ i don't want you to freak, okay? or laugh in my face. i'm not sure how you'll react. ❞ and it's freaking her out a little, admittedly. sighing, the woman looks ahead as they stroll down the pavement. ❝ apparently i've been seen... you know... doing avatar stuff while working with taweret, ❞ which was her own fault, she had kept saying she was going to stop, to cut ties with the goddess, but the world was in a total state of disarray, and layla could help. tilting her head, she gazes up at the man, ready to judge his reaction. ❝ tony stark has been trying to recruit me into some avengers type of team. i said no, that i wasn't interested, and he said he knew about you as well, but, i still said no. he's sent one of those men out before to try and persuade me. seems he's desperate to assemble another team. ❞ her shoulders tense as she waits to see how he acts. will he be angry? amused? indifferent?