QuietChaos

While Wes was laying out their plan . . . and Anya was listening to said plan, she was getting a confirmed count of the men she was going to be dealing with. Wes taking on the bulk of the gunfire was going to leave things open for Anya to come in and take out a good chunk of their men. Her and her dad had certainly accomplished greater odds back in their days with HYDRA . . . This was going to be a piece of cake, and that was evident on the young woman's face with her mischievous smirk.

His plan really would play to BOTH of their strengths in the end, and it was something that she wasn't really used to yet outside of her family . . . but she was enjoying feeling like people actually paid attention to how she fought. As a way to play to strengths of the team . . . not to be taken advantage of.

An idea came to mind, and she rolled her lips before nodding to his plan, before turning to face him. " How far do you think you can throw me? " She glanced back to the men, and then back to him. " Dad and I used to do it all the time. Come from above while he took the heat. Gets em every time. "

How far could he throw her? Wes looked Anya up and down quickly. They weren't as small as Kaylee, but still a lot smaller than him. A small smirk formed on the young man's lips, mirroring the same Anya had on her face as they worked through their plan."Really far." And it wasn't bragging or over confidence in the least. The inherited Kree strength from Captain Marvel was no joke. It would just be a matter of getting Anya across some distance instead of height.

"How would you prefer we do this? You want me to just give you a leg up or do we need to do some sort of Dirty Dancing lift?" His tone was serious, practically deadpan, but his blue eyes sparkled with no small amount of mirth.

@quiet--chaos: "I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you're hurt."

That was a TALL ORDER. Not for most people . . . but for Anya . . . placing trust was something she had a fear about doing. Even a situation like this seemed to make her nervous. For nothing more other than the word trust being a word that made her want to RUN FOR THE HILLS.

The other half of that . . . was the idea of trusting someone else with her health. She was so used to that being IRRELIVENT in the grand scheme of things. The people in her life made great attempts to help . . . and Anya didn't usually make that very easy. Looking at Wes, she paused for a few seconds before finally letting out a huff. If there was someone she could trust enough to give that much . . . It would be someone from Wes' family.

He of all people knew how hard trust was. She could say that again. Westley had offered his complete trust when he was young and it ended badly...so badly. Usually that sort of thing now was only extended to his family. So of course he knew that he was asking a lot from Anya. After everything they had been through before they even met, Wes could understand the struggle...but now? After Hydra had gotten their hands on her again and hurt her further? It had to border on impossible.

But they were teammates. Friends. At least Wes considered them one. Anya had to trust him enough to be here, in the private lab at his house, letting him inspect the mechanical arm Hydra had so graciously forced her into. Wes had to swallow down anger at the very thought of it. Even looking at the dang thing was causing his temperature to rise.

i know this topic is a bit overdone, but i wanted to make a more sfw romance & relationship headcanon meme! most if not all of these questions are related to romance and topics that may arise within romantic relationships, but without explicit nsfw topics!

The words hit Kaylee like a train, that drop of disappointment in her stomach. She knew what she wanted, the idea of superimposing strong oak trees with Stark tech, infusing the two, and bringing out a new age of green materials that could be described in no other uncertain terms as solarpunk. She wanted so desperately to bridge the gap between nature and technology. To utilize and harness the chlorophyll in natural plants to run the energy of the entire building. To bring back green spaces in a place that for so long had been lost to the idea with the exception of a few high priced apartments across Central Park. A new age to usher in.

The problem? Kaylee didn't have the chops to do it. Her ideas were just that - ideas. She was smart sure but getting from A to Z was not her strong suit. Yet here was Wes, with a few strokes of the stylist already bringing her idea to life.

Kaylee reached out, her hands touching the orbs of the hologram in wonder. With a bright smile, she beamed over to her little brother, throwing her arms around him in a big hug. "How do you do that!? I swear you make dad look dumb sometimes." she grinned

As if anticipating the enthusiasm, Wes was able to catch his older but still smaller sister in a hug without batting and eye when she threw herself at him. It looked almost like a coordinated routine. It kinda was. "Oh no" Wes scoffed a laugh when Kay compared him to their dad. "I wouldn't go that far." Make Tony Stark look dumb? Wes was just standing on the shoulders of giants and his family's hard work. Not that he was so overly-humble to say that he didn't possess a certain level of genius. Look at his family. But nobody made his dad look dumb.... except for sometimes their mother and that was really just the love-struck expression Tony got on his face when looking at her. It was both gross and sweet.

Wes spun the hologram again before swiping it out away and out of sight. "But we go from hologram to prototype by you giving me a few days...and possibly in contact with a dendrologist." Not that Wes really wanted anyone to come to his private lab. Notes would be fine, maybe a zoom call.

MUCH LIKE HIS INSTINCT TO BLOCK AND FLY AWAY . . . It was just as much in Anya's instinct to latch on for the ride. She'd been scooped up by her dad that way more times than she could count. She was small, and petite like her mother, only differing in a little more muscle built up than her mother had.

Grabbing on, she curled into him while he flew them to safety. She hadn't realized that she was being held ( so close ) until they were landed behind the barrier offering them protection for the time being.

She was supposed to say something wasn't she? She was pretty sure she was supposed to say something, so asking to be put down was what managed to come out before anything more tactful could be said. There weren't many who reacted like that, and she had to admit she was impressed.

Once she was on her own two feet, she brushed off her uniform, before looking to the entrance they had just tried to storm . . . that proving to be a fruitless feat. She huffed out a sigh, shaking her head in slight defeat. " I'd say so. " She confirmed, her brain already trying to think of another way in. " And they're probably already adding men to any other entrances. "

"Which means we won't be able to try the same tactic on any of those entrances." Wes added with a quiet huff of frustration. Dark blue eyes surveyed the building, calculating for a few moments before he came to the only possible conclusion to be drawn. Flashy was not his general style, but it was their best option for both of them to get inside as far as he could see.

"Alright. I'll go out, draw their fire, and take out as many as I can. While their attention is on me you'll be clear to move in." Wes may not be quite as bulletproof as his mother or other Kree, but he was still fairly resistant, especially in comparison to others. As capable as Anya was, he was the best option to be the one getting shot at. This plan would play to her strengths as much as his powers were suited for it, but of course he didn't want to make a unilateral choice.