A Nerd with Guns

  "I don’t think I said anything that could be suspicious. Just that he didn’t have to worry and that he didn’t have to look at the house because I’m not longer there. I’m at SHIELD? I mean… They already know I’m here anyhow. Half the building has seen me." Ambrosia ran her fingers through her hair. "So what’s next..?"

"That, that sounds fine," Riley nodded. But he was not so sure. SHIELD could hang him up on the littlest thing, he knew that. Maybe I should not have helped her. "Um...I don't really have a plan...." Riley had to admit. 

  "Yeah I can totally see that you ‘don’t’ recognize these things. Why the hell are you spying on us 24/7? I didn’t come here to be treated like an animal by you guys. I came here to help and all SHIELD has done so far is trying to screw me over." Max couldn’t help but to let the anger be clear in his voice. He was more than a little done with all this bullshit of SHIELD. He wasn’t sure if this guy had anything to do with the camera’s but it at least looked like he knew about them.

"I understand, Jesus Christ!," Riley cowered against a wall. "I just got promoted a month ago, I know about as much as you do," His voice seemed to rise a whole octave. "Please don't hurt me," Riley knew that the man was strong. A super most likely. That made Riley intrigued and even more terrified at the same time. 

  Max couldn’t help but to stare down surprised at the man who was now laying on his floor, covered in blueprints. “…” He sighed, he was raised better than to yell at people he hadn’t met before. He held his hand out to the man to help him back on his feet. “You shouldn’t be walking around with that much paper, it’s doomed to fall.” After he had pulled the man back on his feet, he quickly gathered some of the blueprints and held them out to him, frowning as he saw the top blueprint. He held it up for the man to see. The design for the camera he had just found on the back of his closet. “You build these..?” He said with a low growl in his voice. “You’re spying on the supers here..?”

Riley gladly accepted the help. As soon as he was up, his hands went to his right leg. A quick once over and Riley was sure he was fine. "Um thanks," Riley then began to gather his blueprints. "I know, I know. I just had to get them back some how," He said submissively. When the man shoved a small device in his face, Riley dropped his blue prints again. "Hey, hey," Riley put up his hands, "I don't recognize that thing I..." But he did. They were on his desk about 2 weeks ago. As with most things that did not peek his interest, Riley had forgotten about them, preferring to work on his leg. The manager got angry and they were removed from his work schedule.

Ambrosia looked down at the phone before dialing her brother’s number. She nodded when she was told to be secretive, well she had her own way of doing that. “Voicemail.” She said with a little sigh but leaving a message seemed like her best bet at the moment. “Charlie? Ne pas aller me chercher à la maison. Je ne suis plus là. SHIELD m’a traîné hors de la maison et je suis au siège en ce moment ainsi. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je suis en sécurité. Un agent va m’aider à sortir. Je vous verrai bientôt d’accord? Je t’aime, au revoir.” She grinned sadly before giving her the phone back. “We usually speak in French when we’re hanging out… It’s more natural to us than English.”

Riley watched in awe as French poured out of Ambrosia's mouth. He had never been good a languages save for binary. When she hung up, Riley snapped out of his daze, "That's good, but did you say anything....um... suspicious?"

  Ambrosia smiled faintly at Riley when they stood in the elevator, a little nervous about the other agent but she happily left it when Riley did so. She sat down on the chair he had pulled out and crossed her legs over ach other. “So… We have a plan or?”

"Here, I'll just....." Riley reached over and grabbed is cell phone. They had his phone bugged but that was easy to beat. The only worry he had was that the call might be tracked. "Okay, um.... be very secretive," Riley handed her the phone. He was not sure that is was a good idea anymore.

  I’m sorry, I just….Bottom line, there’s no way in hell our suits are getting handed over the someone else. 

Okay, Okay I can see we are at an impasse. But....please.....? 

  Ambrosia looked between Riley and the other agent in the elevator. Should she just blindly trust this guy..? They had only just met but it didn’t feel like Riley was trying to harm her. He was honestly trying to help her. She looked back at him before stepping into the elevator, watching the doors close in front of her.

Riley was relieved when she followed. When they arrived at his floor, Riley wordlessly left the elevator and lead the way down the hall to his door. He took a second to fumble with his keycard before he opened the door. Once inside, he pulled up a chair for Ambrosia. Then he sat down himself and reached for the phone. 

Keep moving || [ Max/ Riley]

Riley was not having a good day. First his leg broke, his boss got mad at him for not doing enough work and now he had to carry a stack of blueprints. With his arms full, he walked blindly down the hall way. "I all I want is to have a good leg and a good job and no one to bother me....Shit." A blueprint slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. 

  Ambrosia looked up when he leaned close all out of sudden, slightly nervous of course because she was afraid they would end up accidentally touching each other. Her eyes grew slightly wider and she heard what he said. She didn’t think it was smart to speak up right now so she simply nodded. “I’ll call my brother. But… What about you though? I mean, if you don’t think it’s safe here right now for the supers then it can’t be safe for the agents.” She whispered.

"I'm safe," Riley nodded and said quietly. He was sure of that, as long as helping Ambrosia did not back fire on him. "Come on, let's go to my office," Riley lead the way back to the elevator and pressed the up arrow. When the elevator arrived, there was one agent already standing there. Riley climbed in, but turned to see if Ambrosia would follow. 

  "Riley, I can kill people by touching them. They have locked people up for less." Ambrosia looked down at the files once again and bit her lip once more as she realized this was bad. "He’s out with friends right now. I don’t want to bother him. I’ll ask him when he get’s home. But… Are you pro-contract..? Do you think we should sign it? Make out identities known?"

Riley shrugged. He wanted to remain hopeful that SHIELD was better than a street thug but that thought was quickly going down the tubes. "I still think you should call him," Riley shrugged. Then Riley leaned as close to Ambrosia as he dared, not wanting to scare her, and said, "I honestly think that you need to talk to your brother and figure out an escape plan. I don't think you should sign it but they already know your face. They know. You need to get away fast."

  I’m a Stark. Of Stark Enterprises. As in, weapon making not like super hero bullshit. 

I won't hurt it, I swear to god. I mean... the thing is a marvel... but they want me to take it in i guess because it gives you powers? I have no clue. 

  "She definitely was. I hope she was just having a bad day and that wasn’t her normal behavior. I feel bad for her colleagues otherwise." Ambrosia ran her fingers through her hair and stuck it behind her ear for now. "It’s alright. I’m glad you did." She grinned faintly before looking up again. "I don’t think my brother wants me to sign this. With my powers… They’ll lock me away within hours." She bit her lip.

"Okay, but..." Riley could understand where she was coming from but there was not much else she could do. "Maybe they won't lock you up...I don't know," Riley wished he had a more professional answer but he really had no clue. "Do you want to give your brother a call anyway?"

  Ambrosia felt relief rushing over her when Riley took her out of the little office instead of making her sign the contract that would make her identity known. She was more than sure that everyone in New York would immediately demand for her to be locked up as she was a danger after all. She understood their reasoning. But that didn’t mean she wanted to be locked up for the rest of her life. “Thank you.” She whispered and held onto the papers with trembling hands. What was she supposed to do now? 

"No problem, she was a bitch," Riley smiled. "Sorry, sorry, I just... I have never pulled rank on someone like that! That was fun," Riley tried to pull himself together as he reached for her paper. "You could...well... I have a phone it my office if you want to try to call your brother?"

  Ambrosia looked over at Riley, hoping he would take her away form the woman so she could fill it in in private but Riley seemed more interested in the sheet. She turned the other page up and her eyes grew wide when she realized what it was. “I-I can’t sign this now. I need to speak to my brother first..!” She quickly said. She had to know if he had signed it.

"Look, I'm not here to discuss," the woman spat. 

  Ambrosia frowned at the rude tone of the woman’s voice. She immediately understood why her brother couldn’t stand the agents around here. She carefully took the files and looked over the many questions. “You need to know all of this?” She said rather shocked. These questions were far too personal and she felt self conscious because of them. “My breast size..? Seriously..?” She rose a brow at the woman. There was no way in hell she was filling that in.

"All of it darling," the woman sighed. 

  "Sounds pretty cool." Ambrosia smiled and glanced over at Riley, quickly thanking him when he held the door open for her. That was sweet of him to do. "So you’re an engineer? That’s quite impressive actually." She herself had only finished high school at Professor X’s school as it was the only safe place for her to stay. She immediately looked uncomfortable again when they entered the small office. She looked up at Riley for a second, kinda hoping he would do the talking for her. "I’m uhh… I’m new here?"

"I can see that," The woman said with a bitter voice before typing something into her computer. In another second, the woman produced two clipboard each with a different paper on them. Riley looked from Ambrosia to the papers and back again. "You have to fill that one out and sign the other," the woman said then went back to staring at her computer.

   I don’t understand, my brother and I aren’t muts

Yeah, I know who you are but.... I'm really sorry, I am just trying to do my job. Your car can stay.