it's closure

“I’m bored, honest ! I’m really just EXASPERATINGLY bo—-” She was cut off by the projectile of a knife flung in her direction, which she caught between the tip of her index and middle fingers. It was pointed directly at her face, hand hovering mere inches from the tip of her nose. “—–red.   Nice try, by the way,” mumbled she under her breath. 

The Crock fixed her chilled, blue eyes on the man then, irises flickering in time with each of his own movements, pale lips separated to reveal the hint of an unbecoming snarl. “I didn’t come here to become a cold-blooded murderer again,” Krystal hissed, shaking her head, whipping the dagger back to the professor, expertly aimed to pierce the wall just above his head. A warning.

“But if you’re planning on going out…” Her body began morphing then, a veil of ice armour cloaking her frame, encompassing her flesh, covering all of her save for slits for her eyes, nose, and mouth. “I want to come. Though understand I won’t kill unless I HAVE to.” 

She darted towards his desk then, surprisingly agile given the weight of the armour she now bore, hoisting herself up and perching tauntingly on the wooded stature. It was a mistake coming here, she knew. Ward would only want one thing. But that meant he had cravings of his own, inner demons to cope with. So, logically, she’d be doing him a favour by accompanying him. And that justification, condoned by twisted rationalizations, was how she accepted her own decisions. Jessica and Natasha couldn’t be angered if she was just trying to HELP, right?  

The thought had her grin turning sadistic.

“But rest assured, YOU’RE more than welcome to do whatever you want.”

She could live vicariously through him, and that would be enough… 

grant pursed his lips together as the girl caught the knife, brows straight laced and eyes giving off his only hint of amusement. he didn’t flinch as the dagger was thrown next to his head, not even blinking as it whirled by. stepping to the side to pull the dagger out of the wall, ward tsked. “did i say anything about you becoming a killer again, crock?” he cocked his head, rolling his eyes at her over dramatic gesture. “we both know there’s no again. it’s how you’ve always been. don’t try and pretend to be something you’re not.” 

slowly pulling the dagger out the agent inspected it carefully before turning his attention back to the blonde girl behind him. he made an amused scoff in the back of his throat, pocketing the dagger before reaching out to rap against the armor twice with his knuckles. “cute.” it was a compliment. sort of. “which movie did you get this from?” he coyly raised a brow towards krys, smirk evident on his face.

he knew she was coming along because she wanted this too. even if she denied it. denied HERSELF. ward knew what she was. they were the same. monsters. killers. you couldn’t change that if you tried. she wanted it just as much as he did and hoped just seeing it would be enough for her.

it wouldn’t. but let her hope.

                    He was always succinct, Mr. Grant Ward, always a step ahead, which she       admired him for. Constantly brooding, nonetheless, but that was a minor detail to       which she hardly paid attention, for Krys knew with a little work she could wring       out some emotion from his otherwise impassivity. What it came down to, at that       point, was a matter of HOW that would be arranged. But the more time the two       spent together, the more natural it felt, and the easier it became, as though the       student and professor had developed some unspoken bond, connected by the       RAGE brought unto them from the universe. The thought had her smiling, in all       honesty, because it made her feel special. The Crock hadn’t seen him as close       to genuine with anyone else, and oftentimes, she yearned for it. 

                                  ❛       I can imagine they didn’t give you the welcome party                                   you would’ve LIKED,      ❜       she smirked back, feigning                                   a mock grimace at the comment. 

                    ❛       I came here just to chat  !      ❜       She gasped, playfully offended,       before shaking her head and allowing a tightlipped smile to work its way into her       features.       ❛       Aaaaand because I’m fucking BORED. Can we do something  ?            Please  ?      ❜

he snorted. it was unbecoming but, he did it none the less. welcome party. if only. a jail cell and careful eyes watching him at all times wasn’t something he enjoyed after his months of freedom previously. at least he was allowed to return to aeterno--- though if shield had tried to keep him imprisoned he would have escaped anyway. wouldn’t have returned to aeterno--- but there were other things he could do. he had plans. 

“chat.” he echoed in deadpan, brows straight and face lacking any curiosity. sarcasm dripped from his every being. he knew better. the girl was playing with him and, as amusing as it was, he knew she’d let loose her true wants in a moment. and--- ah. there it was. boredom.

he still knew better.

“bored? or do you need to satisfy a craving?” he raised a brow this time, leaning forward into his desk to rummage in a drawer. “behaved too nicely over break?” he fished out a small knife, glittering in the classroom light. he ran it over in his hands before tossing it towards the girl. “what, exactly, do you want to do?”

“i would guess about ten.”

“How much do you want to bet that it’s more than you can count on two hands? Myself not included of course.”

@damnitward

                            ❛      ——    Sir  ?       ❜

                 There was an EDGE to her tone, fingers twisting and turning      and knotting about as she anxiously threads them through her hands,      shudderingfrom anticipation. Sitting still for the last few weeks did      nothing but fuel her need for something MORE, and desperation had      Krystal turning to the most calamitous person possible ;; Grant Ward. 

                             ❛       Sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to come see                              how your break was. I’ve been LOSING my mind all                              through mine.      ❜

separated from his family, (not unusual. just unfortunate), grant ward’s break had been less than--- enjoyable. if he wanted to retain his position at aeterno he had little choice in what he did when breaks came around. stay with his family, (which wasn’t an option right now), go back to prison--- or stay under the equivalent of house arrest in shield. he had pulled the unlucky straw that was the latter. one could only imagine how his ‘vacation’ had went because of this. he found the announcement he could return to the academy a relief, a stressor certainly but, far better than his current predicament. his old classroom was a welcoming face, papers still left where he had them weeks before. the students, on the other hand---

“crock,”

well. she wasn’t too bad.

“i was at shield the entire time. you can imagine.” 

the agent leaned back in his desk chair, surveying the blonde in front of him.

“‘arrested’,” alexis snorted. “what do you take me for, an amateur?”

“We should start placing bets when the next attack or kidnapping is going to happen so then at least someone will get some money out of it.”

People got kidnapped?” Veronica asked, before laughing. “Oh that’s….that’s great. I thought this was supposed ta’ be tha’ safest place in America? Guess not. Fa’ heroes you all ain’t very good at it” 

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