◤ 🔥 fire crackin'

            aos and mcu based original character. penned by cass. private and selective. 

“HEY NOW, DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. i’m just one’a the new kids.” she waves her palms, then, surrending  — oh the things that she could tell him. “but yeah, for a couple’a years, y’wanna know all the insane shit we went through? some are classified but, we jumped planes, jumped planets, ghosts, timelines. y’all are missin’ out.” 

    “IS IT?” SHE QUESTIONS, hums when she hears the sound of that poor thug being clockcocked out. it’s impressive, she has to confess, but this isn’t precisely the time to act giddy over these things. when she catches another crook rounding in close, she swings one palm, blasting him aside. “i’m kind of havin’ fun though. what exactly are you doin’ here? can i watch? i’m aubrey.” 

“  — OKAY. BUT IF WE’RE CHECKING IT OUT, we do it together. i’m kind of...” easily spooked. “not very good with the dark. let’s leave it at tha’.” you’re a walking torch, dumbshit. 

     ALRIGHT, JESUS. when she said she’d be dipping her toes into the world of vigilantes and crime-punting, she hadn’t foreseen one of her targets to be this damn whimsical. is this even whom she’s supposed to pursuing? she doesn’t know, shit, she’s fresh out of some covert espionage-superpower-agency-thingy and she’s too benighted to splay a deduction still. there was a murder somewhere though, and she got yanked there fast as a kite. “it’s bottled.” she retorts, awkwardly, relies on her bristling whiskey to maintain composure. useless drunk fuck. she bows her head lightly, attempting to memorize the stranger’s temperature incase she loses track of her.  “i’m a brunette, naturally. shed that shit long time ago when i left home. name’s rae.” there’s a shot at sculpting a smile; she drinks again two seconds later. “appreciate the flattery, though, i’m kinda new in town.” 

      "WE HAVE NO MUSIC, YOU DORK.” but aubrey knows what she’s getting at ; as if tucking a favorite page of one’s book, she doesn’t wait around to envelop the petite agent in her arms. they’re out here in lord-knows-where but there’s nothing that doesn’t feel like home when she’s this close. her proposition elicits soft laughter, rumbling from her chest. it’s not the first time that notion has crossed their minds. “we should. we could die tomorrow for all we know.” she strokes her fiancee’s hair, tenderly. “wedding or not, i already see you as a my wife.” she murmurs. “would be funny though if we just got home and said we got hitched somewhere in space. aliens officiating us an’ all that. coulson would pass out.”  

    SHE’S STILL GETTING USED TO all of it herself. she’s never been a team person, has always ventured life on her own ever since bid good-bye to her foster dad, ruffled, and with a mousy hood over her head. doesn’t mean she isn’t open to the conception though -- she tries, as slovenly as she can be, and cranes her head like a little duckling whenever she’s tagged along. a contrast to her rather delinquent side of personality. has it been a seamless journey, though? of course not. absolutely not. aubrey is a literal ambling grenade that can combust at anytime.  “uh, i’m kinda’ in the doghouse right now. so not busy at all. accidentally set an ice cream truck on fire this morniin’.” exhibit one, ladies and gentleman. she’s a bit nervous when natasha’s within proximity, if she has to admit -- someone who’s extremely capable. and there she is, getting punished for a drink one too many that led to the accident. “yeah, she’s been tryna’ follow me round too and doin’ the stabby-stabby shit to my arm. if y’wanna hide and relax here and have a drink, be my guest.” 

“RECKON THIS IS THE PART where I’m supposed ta’ bravely say an’ if I don’t. but honestly, i’m jus’ a lost gal tryin’a find my way back.” 

“YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL SIGHT-WISE.” she chimes and it’s corny and silly, maybe, but she likes to think they’ve at least earned a smidge of this merriment in the face of universes that have pried them asunder. it’s times like these where aubrey deems herself selfish for when she’s all battered down or even solely lounging about, fresh out of a gruelling task, she looks at daisy and she wants everything else that confines them to crumble ; the missions, the deaths, the blood that continues to suffocate one or the other and trade them for a life where she can wake up next to her without bearing the worries of loss. of possibly watching her disappear again. that ain’t easy though, she knows -- because daisy johnson is a selfless hero who carries the burden of the world and aubrey just wants her to fucking come home safe sometimes, and sometimes, it doesn’t work. so she takes these seconds in stride and she lets her rest in her cradle for as long as possible, cursing whenever it’s time for them to be separated. no one fucking knows what could happen next, and there’s that sting in her chest, reticent, whenever she watches her ragged back. “i think we deserve a long break t’be honest. think mack will let us have a vacation one day? just, y’know, the two of us.” she blinks when when daisy pulls her close, laughing after and catching her hips. “y’tryin’ to make me play for you, or strip?” she places another kiss on her round nose, murmuring. “i hate how distractin’ you are.” and how whipped she is, honestly, but let’s not say that outloud. she swipes open the door into her bunk, and she waltzes them in, fully pulling her into a embrace. “this is better, kora was givin’ us the stink eye.” she snickers. “should i get the guitar now, or would you like to do somethin’ else first? like, i don’t know, play uno or some shit.” she’s teasing her, eyes sprinkled with mirth.