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Recruits || chrinsanity

Tira nodded without a hesitation. "Cleaning. I can do that." At least that was something, it made her feel less like a mooch. When they arrived at the tower, her thin fingers tightened their hold on Bobby's sleeve, dropping her head back a bit to look upwards. She hadn't seem anything like this before. "Right-- Okay." She nodded at him, glancing back over her shoulder. "..I'm nervous." Tira admitted, taking one step closer to the male, probably much too close than strangers should ever be but something told her he wouldn't mind it.

Bobby just wanted an idea of what to grab from the communal kitchen when they got to the tower. Sure he had his own, but the other one had things already prepared for those days when someone got home late and nothing was open and cooking wasn’t an option. “I think something can be arranged. I’ll find you something to sleep in and something for tomorrow. We can go out and get you clothes when you wake up.”

Tira nodded a few times, looking down at her outfit that was stitched together just for her out of various different cloths. She tugged at the shirt portion that showed quite a bit of belly on her-- They didn't really bother to keep up with fitting clothes until they were completely unwearable. "Alright.. I don't have any money though. So I could pay you back in a different way? Chores or something?" She might as well offer something up to the table if Bobby was going to go out of his way to help her.

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Eddie watched her out of the corner of his eye, “Oh trust me, I know that, you’re not the only murderer in the room.” He deadpanned. He tried to rub off the x, he took the pen for safety precautions. He leaned back in his chair looking up at her. 

Tira settled around until she as seated cross-legged on his desk. "I'm much more than a murderer, trust me. And that was only one way. It's rather common, but effective. Same with a hard strike to the temple or summit of the nose-- But that's kinda hard for me. I'm not the strongest person ever." She curled one of her arms around her thin bicep for a few seconds. "The base of the skull is weak too. Separating vertebrae is easy. Boxing their ears. And all that's above the neckline." She made a motion from her collarbones up with her hand. "And all that's if you're into full on attacks. Not.. really my style. Stealth is cleaner."

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Eddie sighed and put his hands up, signaling a surrender “I was just teasing. No need to make any rash decisions.” He glanced over at the drawer with the gun in it. “I was not doubting you, I was just saying you don’t appear terrifying.” He puts his hands down. “Now let’s just put the stationary down, and forget about this.” Looking up at her. 

Tira was enjoying herself. She smiled and clicked the end of the pen, leaning in close to draw just a tiny 'x' near the side of the throat where the Jugular vein and Carotid artery was placed. "Right there. Jam anything slightly sharp there and you'll bleed to death in about two minutes." She clicked the pen shut and set that aside. She flipped around to kneel on the desk and sit back against her heels, resting her hands on her thighs.

"I know, Tira. But don’t worry, you just hold on and I’ll get us inside." Bobby didn’t mind her clinging to his jacket. The contact made it easier for him to keep track of where she was and lead her around the city. It would help to keep her from accidentally crossing when she wasn’t supposed to. "Maybe thinking about something else, like what you want to eat, will help." It was a terrible attempt at distraction, but they were almost back at the tower where they could talk more freely.

It was sort've an odd question, but it was probably just the first thing that came to his head. Tira shrugged a bit. "I don't know. Anything. I'm not really picky but. I do like rice dishes a lot. And any sort of pasta. And there was this one time I stole some sweets from the kitchen-- That was nice. We weren't suppose to have them though because we were on a strict diet. Suppose to build muscle or something." She shrugged, fiddling with the jacket zipper with her free hand. "Do you have a change of clothes where we're going?"

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"It’s probably better that way, people that dwell on what they could have always regret that in their last moments." Eddie has had multiple experiences with such people. After seeing that in other people decided that will never be him, he didn’t have much to mourn over; he just really hated his parents. "Yes absolutely terrifying, I’m shaking over here." He teased, knowing it’ll get a rise out of her.

Tira narrowed her eyes a bit at his teasing, flipping her legs off for the arm of the chair to lean forward. "I don't need your sarcasm. I could hurt you-- I won't. But I could." She stood up, hitching those loose sweatpants up her thin hips again real quick before bringing one knee up on his desk and lifting herself on top of it. "I could make you wish you were dead with..." The blonde scanned over his desk for a moment before grabbing a pen that he was using earlier and twirling it around her fingers. "With this."

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"Oh, I’m sorry.." Eddie felt bad, even if he hated his parents he liked the fact they were there. "That’s terrible.. I couldn’t even imagine that." Eddie had a bad childhood and all but not child labor or kill or be killed kind of thing. But whatever happened they both turned into somewhat mad murderers and villains. "See, here in Gotham if you’re a male almost ninety percent of the population thinks you’re a crazed murderer, that doesn’t really work for me." He smirked "You do have the adorably innocent kind of appearance." 

Tira smiled and shook her head, trying to wave off the obvious sympathy that was one his face. "It's okay. It's not that big of a deal. I mourned for the childhood I could've had long ago. Now it's just fact and I've learned to live with it." Sure, it still stung every once in a while. But all in all, she's accepted her life for what it was; Even if it was terrible. The blonde's glum appearance was quickly washed away when Eddie continued one with their conversation. She rolled her eyes and grinned. "I am not adorable. I'm terrifying."

He was attentive, leading her through the streets of New York to the place where they could keep her the most safe, without the harshness of SHIELD headquarters. The place she was talking about sounded a lot like the Red Room and his thoughts immediately turned to Natasha. She would be the person that Tira could probably relate the most to. Hope her mission is a fast and easy one. When he noticed the girl starting to get nervous he stopped walking and held her free hand gently. “When I said I wasn’t going to hurt you, I meant it. And that includes making you upset. You’ve given me more than enough information, Tira, thank you. You don’t have to say any more until you’re ready, alright? Just take a few breaths.” Whatever she was put through must have been horrible and he didn’t want to dig up those demons unless absolutely necessary. For now, they had a good starting point.

Tira looked up from the concrete to look at Bobby's face for the first time. Actually, really, look. Not just glance by it. He looked honest and she just automatically felt a bit calmer. The blonde nodded a bit times, reaching out to timidly take hold of the arm of the man's jacket. The physical contact helped. Even though no one else was around, it felt like she was going to drift away from him somehow. "Alright.. I trust you. There's just-- A lot I don't remember. And a lot I wish I didn't remember, you know? I feel.. lost. And not just physically. Mentally, too. Like I'm adrift somewhere." Tira was sort've mumbling, going on and on as she just let Bobby's pull guide her path as her eyes wandered elsewhere.

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Eddie smiles “Well it sure worked on me. You’re wearing my clothes.” He placed his hands in his lap, watching her legs swing slightly. “But you seem too smart to just use your looks.” He glanced back at the younger female, acknowledging she is very cute. “Your parents did that? Wow.. My problems don’t compare to that. That is very sickening. I’m sure you could kill me if I tried anything though.” He smirked slightly. 

Tira shook her head a bit. "No, not my parents. The organization. I don't know what happened to by birth parents. Sometimes the children there are kidnapped or sold, or are just orphans. They don't tell us." That was all she was really willing to say on the subject; It just brought back way too make bad memories. It was like her own mind was haunted sometimes. "Honestly? I don't really use my looks for anything. It's just sort've a bonus. People take one look at me and think I'm harmless. It's kind've funny, actually."

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Eddie chuckled at the thought of her being innocent, “What innocent girl just wanders into a strange man’s house?” He knew she was being sarcastic but, he liked questions “Unless she’s extremely naive of course.” Eddie raised an eyebrow “Well, yes that’s not a skill most ten year old children possess. Although it does sound exciting.”

Tira shrugged, reaching up to twirl a lock of hair before two fingers. "Maybe I just use my cute looks to mooch off of single men like you? Maybe I'm just that good at what I do." She crossed her legs together at the ankle, swinging them a bit as she looked over the older man in front of her. "It's really not that exciting. It was more of torture than anything. Who makes a kid kill? They were some sick bastards but.. I guess I can't be entirely mad. They did teach me a lot more than most people my age would know in a lifetime."

Normally he’d hail a cab, but the agent figured she’d be exposed to enough new things for one night once they got back to the tower. He was a little startled by her question but he looked down at her with a friendly smile to answer. “No, I’m not going to hurt you and neither is anyone in the tower. I know a woman who can shrink down to the size of an ant and take down people who are of normal height and bigger by herself. I know that to get out of wherever you were you probably have to be extremely skilled. I’m not going to underestimate you and I told you before; my job is to help people and I only hurt those who get in the way of that.” He hoped Tira was a little reassured and for some reason, he had a feeling she’d like Jan a lot. Too bad she was on the west coast.

Tira listened to him carefully and that definitely helped. She nodded and started to nervously twiddle with her fingers nervously. "...There's this remote place somewhere in Europe. I don't.. really know specifics. They won't tell us. But they kidnap kids.. or sometimes buy them from poor families, take in orphans. or they're born there-- I don't know what happened with me-- But it's called Bird of Passage. It's like. This organization that's been around for years that raises children to be assassins. And...." The blonde shook her head, steadily getting more and more stressed. She reached up to cover her eyes with her palm, just trying to push back all the memories that were popping up from the torturous days there.