Follow My Lead

Johnny usually didn’t listen to anyone’s orders, he made a point of it. Typically in this scenario, he would pack up and leave. But something about her suggestion reminded him of Sue’s orders, which immediately lit a (metaphorical) fire under his ass. He could do this. He could start and finish a science paper without practically getting Reed Richards to write it for him. And so he began typing away at a mess something of an outline.

“I mean- it has its perks too, should those be included even if they go against my argument?”

She had returned to her own essay once she saw that he was making at least some sort of decent progress on his own outline. Her own outline had been finished days ago, and really, all that was left for her was ensuring that everything was cited correctly. At his question, she nodded in affirmation.

“Make it a separate paragraph or section, and at the end of it, refute it in order to make your own arguments stronger,” Hope replied, tilting her head to the side. “Do you just wait until you’re completely out of time to start assignments or is this just a special case? Because if it’s the former, I’m not entirely sure how you’re going to get through the rest of the year.”

“i just don’t want the bullets going through my suit and hitting me, i’ve been shot before and it’s really not fun.”

“The easiest solution would be to coat it with a denser metal, don’t you think?” she pointed out before shaking her head and putting her laptop away. “Yeah, I guess I have time to help. When did you want to get started?”

“It’s vital,” Felicia replied, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “But I don’t need your help so you may resume whatever you were doing.”

She scoffed at the response. “Then why be a bother?” Hope returned. “Unless you’re in the habit of making unnerving looks in random people’s direction.”

“i need to make my suits bullet proof.” tony simply stated. the man was sick of getting shot at and some parts of his suits were still on the vulnerable side.

Arching a brow in curiosity, Hope tilted her head to the side. “Are you talking about in the form of a field to catch the bullets before they hit you or are you thinking more along the lines of deflection?”

“A problem with 4-D printing?” He understood that she was trying to nudge him in the right direction, but Johnny took it as an opportunity to rant. “My problem with 4-D printing is the same issue that I have with all of that technology stuff. What happens when the wrong person gets it? Do we care? Do we not care? What do we regulate? What don’t we? Etcetera.”

Tilting her head as she thought, Hope opened up another tab on her browser and typed a few things in. “Well answer those questions specifically about 4D printing then,” she replied. “You have to run under the assumption that someone would care. Otherwise, what’s the point of even opening up the discussion. What could the wrong person do if they had their hands on 4D printing.” She paused and gestured to his own computer. “Outline. Go,” she practically ordered.

Vision’s expression contorted in confusion as she looked at him. “I do not think I exactly have the social capacity to be particularly facetious.” he said with a dissonant empty tone. “I suppose so. Though it will disrupt the optimum absorption rate of ambient solar radiation….All the same, apologies.” he said, stepping aside when asked.

She scoffed incredulously. “I’m pretty sure you don’t run on sunlight, so the absorption rate really shouldn’t mater anyways,” she muttered, relaxing though when he stepped aside. “Thank you,” she added as an afterthought, looking down to the blueprints that she’d been struggling to read earlier.

After a moment or two, he hummed, before dropping to his feet, smiling slightly. “Well, you’re well-versed in how Pym Particles work, right? Well, I was looking to utilize them in my suit’s tech, for y’know, easier concealment and all that.”

She arched a brow in curiosity. “Because that doesn’t sound suspicious at all,” Hope commented, leaning back in her chair. “Did you want a run down of how they work or did you want me to actually implement them into your tech?”

“I get it.”  Maybe…but Darcy would keep that bit to herself.  Some people got way too intense with the studies and she wasn’t pissing someone off without cause.  “I’m looking for the computer lab,” she replied. 

Hope hummed as she tried to remember the location. “Down the hall over there,” she said, gesturing in the general direction. “It’s got full length windows so you can’t miss it,” she answered, then tilted her head in question. “You good with computers?”

Vision wasn’t as interested in the various things the other students were distracted by. He found himself filling his free time with pondering what kind of things a young man should occupy his mind with. He didn’t look up until he noticed the other nearby.

“Oh….Apologies, what did you say? I wasn’t paying attention.”

Hope just looked at him incredulously when he said that he hadn’t been paying attention. “Are you kidding me?” she muttered, forcing herself not to snap and yell. It wasn’t like it was terribly important. “Would you mind moving just a bit?” she asked. “It’s blocking the light.”

Holding up her hands as if in surrender, Darcy leaned back just a bit. “Hey, whoa, did not mean to set off a chain reaction here,” she replied.  “Just wanted to ask for some directions.” She shrugged.  “I can go find someone else to point me.”

She hadn’t meant to snap, and Hope sighed and forced herself to speak a bit calmer. “Sorry. Just a bit stressed is all,” she replied, shaking her head and looking up. “Where did you need to go?”

“Dope.” He said in response to hearing what her topic was. He didn’t know what it meant, but typed it out in the google search bar to find out. “Look. I don’t know how I ended up in a biological technology class. I was thinking- Four-D printing?”

“You’re the one who signed up for it,” she stated bluntly, repressing the urge to roll her eyes. At his response, she tilted her head, figuring she may as well give him some sort of idea to go on. “If you’re going with that, then you should probably specify some sort of problem. Rant about it if you can.”

tony had had a mental blank, these days unfortunately they were becoming more and more common. the man didn’t want just anyone helping with his probably, he knew exactly who he wanted. “pym.” he stated as he looked over at her. “i need your help with a suit.”

She repressed a sigh of exasperation, closing out on the essay and putting the laptop aside. “What’s the problem?” she asked, tilting her head. “You’re going to have to specify.”

Peter paused with a hum, having been watching her for a moment. “Probably not, but hey, I’ll be over here being real quiet, I promise.” he said, flipping backwards and dangling from a web, scribbling in his notebook for a sec.

Hope paused, staring at Peter for a second as he hung upsidedown. “Never mind,” she finally said, saving and closing her laptop. “That’s going to be a distraction anyways. What did you need?”

ESTJ - A (The Executive)