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   "i---------am secret. i mean! secret warriors. i’m with secret warriors. a, um, agent johnson’s team. o’ inhumans. well. i’m still a trainee, i guess, so i don’t usually get ta’ hang here often. sorry-i just. can’t believe i’m actually meetin’ you.”

[MSG]: Nothing kills the mood quicker than kneeing him in the face during sex.

   “uh-------i sneeze fire an’ make shit hot an’ plenty more o’ things that involve heat, really, ‘least that’s wha’ dr. simmons said. pretty fancy. y’want a demonstration? you gonna show me your green mojo, too?”

    “not me, definitely. then again coffee jus’ ain’t my thing. more o’ a mr. jack an’ ms. chivas kinda’ gal.”

       “it’s a lil’ big, but still. you’re grade a-plus-plus rockin’ it, cowgirl.”

     a slow-scruple dabs her mouth at the question, not at all withering entirely but now she’s pondering how much had been exposed when she was asleep. knows daisy wouldn’t judge let alone scorn her, hopefully, but the whole notion still rakes the brain with fear -- aubrey cranes into her touch, the one that she deemed as light amidst knots of terror. “fucked up shit. people--tha’, uh. were hurt, ‘cause i couldn’t fuckin’ control myself, people tha’ i hurt, ” she gulps, thickly. “an’ then jus’ a fuckin’ lot o’ paranoia. those who care i ‘bout burnt ; dad, the team, you. always so fuckin’. clear.” her chuckle that hails afterward is a bit trembling. “it ain’t tha’ bad last night, though. disturbin’ as fuck images still but you, um, being ‘round helped calmin’ ‘em down. you were there an’ i. ain’t alone for the first time,” she looks up, watches her again while her fingertips become a waltz dancing up and down the brunette’s arm. “i was so fuckin’ terrified you’d end up gettin’ hurt, y’know. you ain’t hurt though, right?

    “does tha’ mean i get ta’ hang out with the cool kids soon?” there’s the weary ( she wore her out, really, this small lady packs a fucking lot ) beam that coils into something broad and almost childlike despite the circumtances ; to make her proud has been one of her top priorities for a good while now and sure this isn’t precisely a flagrant pride, but it’s still an approval, it’s another tick of that daisy-sincerity augmenting her heartbeat. “i slept okay. lesser nightmares. you fuckin’ exhausted me good,” she doesn’t tell her of the horrors that she witnessed when she closed her eyes, that fear of jolting up to her charred corpse. “how’d you sleep?” her fingers run through daisy’s hair -- short, dark, as messy as hers and she looks so bare and beautiful. “and how many hours, or minutes, d’we have until your next assignment thingy? no offense, but i kinda jus’ wanna huddle here for the rest o’ m’life an’ beyond.”

   "wow. you should consider a coachin’ job, sir. your words o’ encouragement are truly inspirin’,” it’s an inexorable slug of interest but not enough to wholly cease the movements ; she thrives to impress, like a long-desolated child devoid of attention ( which is the legimate sad truth) and that’s proven by how hasty she is in her effort to conjure another shape. round this time. bulky. “look. here’s another one. a blunt ass. kinda fittin’, ain’t it?”

   “i tried makin’ a dragon an’ instead o’ it simply lookin’ like a premature penis, it looked like-” she yawns, mid-sentence and she holds a fist up against her mouth. “like a ball o’ spiky ass. ta’ put it simply, i ain’t tha’ good yet.” a smile’s brimming and aubrey notices how drowsy the brunette’s voice sounds ; thinks of how tender it is, the six o’clock raps, and she feels something flutter in her stomach. god. “thought i’d try ta’ lowkey impress you, too.” she loops an arm around her, lazily, bidding a small trail of warmth that’ll travel through and then places a kiss on her nose. “mornin’, by the way. did i wake you up?”

     "oh yeah, thanks, part o’ my many, many charms, actually. an’ they do. they also grant you the opportunity for a possibly very cheesy as fuck bang-bangin’ afterward. which is beautiful. m’aubrey. aubrey marshall. it’s nice ta’ meet someone who still appreciates subtle sappiness, it’s refreshin’.”

   “------ hey check this out,” there ; two palms, clasped, her fingers in a slipshod knot over one another and then there’s light, slipping through the chasms in-between. doesn’t take long aubrey raises one hand to reveal a sloppily sculpted shape made of fire. “i know it looks like a premature penis but,” she frowns, attempts to concentrate. “it’s a butterfly. a fiery butterfly. nifty ain’t it? m’gettin’ better at this.”

   "i ain’t fuckin’ freakin’ the fuck out,” it’s too obvious, though, she’s got teeth clenched and eyes that’ve raked over his gash like it’s a fucking blazing tableau --- fuck, now she wishes either simmons or lincoln was there to at least give her directions over this little mess. “wha’ the hell happened ta’ you, dude? did you get shot? did someone stab you? were you hit by a very slow truck?”

   "i feel like the hopeful ones are often the most tormented - but it’s still nice, havin’ hope. especially nowadays. no matter how enormous or tiny tha’ said hope is, y’know, whether it’s hopin’ for a world fuckin’ peace or, like, the folks like me - hope for a stack o’ hotdogs. hotdogs hopin’. which speakin’ of ; do they have hotdogs in asgard?”

   "man. that would be fuckin’ n i f t y, i feel, especially for all ‘em lovely ass pent-up saps. we need more of those back and flowers are jus’ so undeappreciated these days, they’re gorgeous as fuck.”

    “are you fuckin’-,” she’s one, three ticks away from a combustious yodel. “you were an avenger? i’m standin’ infront of an avenger? fuck me in the ass, this is so fuckin’-this is so cool, what the fuck. were you there during the battle of new york? i was there! i saw a giant ass hot dog model collapse, but were you? am i askin’ too many questions?”

     “if y’all are going to fight then can you at least try to keep it down? i’ve been tryna’ eat here.”