not psylocke.

“It seems to be quite the trend on Midgard.”

“Thanks, but I’ve already made a mistake paying for this in the first place.” Felicia quipped as she rolled her eyes and hit the machine one more time out of frustration before huffing to herself and just hitting it hard enough to shatter the glass.

“ I’m impressed, I suppose this calls for a celebratory drink. “ 

absentmindedly scuffing his shoe against the ground, jamie let out a slight laugh, “would if that’d make any sort of difference. i churn out these bastards in the shower, betsy. wait - did i mention it was a dupe…”

Daisy let out a frustrated sigh at Betsy’s words as she shakily stood up from the bed and shook her head. “What I need is to be away from this place.” She insisted, pausing to consider the words for a moment. She knew deep down that Betsy was right, she did need to at least get checked out. But honestly, what were they gonna tell her that she didn’t already know? Her parental issues weren’t going to just go away. And after everything Maria Hill did with forming Pleasant Hill, Daisy wanted to separate herself as much as she could from them. “I’ll suffer for a little bit and go talk to one of my teammates. But what S.H.I.E.L.D. wants me to do is the least of my concerns right now. I appreciate the advice, really. Are you just.. checking for more mutants?”

Cindy furrowed her eyebrows when the other woman motioned towards her head, not quite sure what she meant for a moment until she realized. “Oh! I mean.. if you want to. I can’t promise it’ll be super fun, though. Then again neither is telling it. I don’t mind either way.”

“Betsy,” Gabby returned the greeting with a smile, shrugging quickly at Betsy’s next comment. “I can contain myself, don’t worry. All I’m saying is that the Gala’s gonna be a great time. Do you know what you’re gonna wear yet?”

“Polaris was turned into a statue, which wasn’t much better.” Cindy frowned at the memory. She was super thankful that she missed out on all of that.

“Hey, can’t exactly blame ya there. He seems to have that effect on people.” Daisy shrugged, although her eyebrows furrowed at the different person remark. She wanted to inquire for more, but she wasn’t going to push it. She didn’t know Betsy like that quite yet. And the last thing she wanted to do was piss off a telepath. “Huh. I guess that makes sense. I’m sure having to constantly hear other people’s thoughts all of the time can be kind of maddening.” She thought out loud, never really considering that. She was sure it was common knowledge to mutants, but up until recently she’d never really interacted with any of them. It was just out of her realm completely with what her team in S.H.I.E.L.D. was up to. She tilted her head when Betsy got it right, and couldn’t help a smirk as she nodded. “I’d kill to be on that beach right now.” She laughed softly, watching in awe as the butterflies faded out of the air. “I dunno, that seemed pretty beautiful to me. But, I get it. I’ve done some not so great things with my powers too. But that doesn’t define you.” 

“With the state of affairs at the moment, it’s only a matter of time before things escalate.”

Still clad in the remnants of a party long gone, Alex caught a glimpse of Betsy before she sat down beside him and suddenly wished that he too had access to a change of clothes.

Oh well. He’d make do.

Removing the undone bow tie from around his neck he leaned forward to discard it on the coffee table, and reached up to undo the first few buttons of his dress shirt as well —- and when he settled back on the couch, Betsy slowly repositioned herself until her head lay on Alex’s lap.

Alex welcomed the physical contact, especially after how utterly exhausting this evening had been, but it was a softness he’d never experienced from Betsy, and he softened as well in response. One hand draped tiredly over the back of the couch, the other lifting absentmindedly to card gently through lavender curls.

“You’re right. I don’t know if they would have either. I mean, Jean’s family but I just — I don’t know how to talk to her about this.”

As much as he wanted to change the subject, bring up something else, this was the reason the evening had gone the way it did, and they needed to talk about it - at least for a moment.

“Telepaths are... complicated. Everyone has their own set of moral codes and none of them line up.” Golden girl Grey, sexpot Emma and ninja assassin Betsy certainly had seemed pretty different. “My powers are a headache, usually. It’s a lot to see some things you wish you didn’t have to, but little things like this can help make it worth it.” Restless, Betsy propped herself up with a small smile. “But, as established. I’m a telepath and I can read the telepathic room. Let’s not talk about this.”

She tapped his temple with one finger, a violet butterfly floating between them before Betsy left the couch to rummage through her cupboard. The Excalibur home base had a shared kitchen but each suite kept its own kitchenette. “Never thought I would live in a Lighthouse.” She mused as she found a package of crackers and ripped into them. “Especially not one named after me.” Still, the Braddock Lighthouse stood as a portal.

“Can’t you tell when someone is trying to drink alone in peace?”