#ailesdefaucon

He shouldn’t have been surprised; god knew he shouldn’t have been surprised. Alexander Luthor had a special talent of twisting situations to his advantage --- hadn’t they learned that at the gala? ( And Steve was really beginning to doubt the man didn’t have something to do with this. ) Steve read the message once, twice, and let out a sigh. They’d prepared for this. It was the reason they had remained unregistered, after all. He returned the message with one word: CONFIRMED. 

Kaldur blinked slowly at the revelation as he tried to draw up reasons for why it was relevant. He got none. Thankfully though, he was saved from having to address that by the follow up question about his home. “Faster. And further.” And basic physics should be answer enough for that. 

FINALLY, SOME GOOD NEWS : Local Woman Laughing Alone with Salad Not Alone After All !

❝ I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that THIS LINE isn’t set - up for either, or do I ? ❞  Her lowered voice doesn’t do much to disguise the roundness of the snort he gets, first, nor does it succeed in not calling attention to the seeming ONE - SIDED CONVERSATION she’s having while trying to simultaneously inhale a too - late lunch, courtesy of the earpiece she doesn’t seem to remove at all anymore.

Sharon pulls up short at the curb, a royal - blue city bus blowing past close enough to ruffle her blouse.  ❝ So, what’s behind door number three ? ❞

@ailesdefaucon

     ❝And look at you now. Here in the moment, standing strong.❞ She spoke like reading off the periodic table, running off a fact that she saw as just that--a fact. There was a decency in her tone, offering a pensive glance to him and then to the ground underneath her shoes. ❝I can’t imagine how that was. I enlisted on the hopes of escaping my life. Flying away, you know? So for me, it was kind of the opposite.❞ Flashes of her raging heart blaze through her memory, brief and sharp as they depict that of a young Danvers who wanted nothing more than to get what she wanted. Her “family” be damned, for all she cared.

     The toe of her shoe was scuffled and turned each way into the cement, letting her gaze drift up to a familiar anchor of comfort, settling into that endless blue rooftop. ❝But I... do know what it’s like, to be forced into something. To not even have a choice in the path of your life. To--❞ ‘

     ‘To be made into something else’ sliced into her thoughts, rending through the good memories to make room for what still felt like fresh trauma. It caused her to swallow hard, as if trying to gulp down a planet’s worth of problems was anything close to healthy.

       The instinct to throw up her usual bulletproof facade arrived like usual, half of her face covered by golden curls as she shined her best at Sam Wilson. ❝--to have that happen to you is beyond cruel. Nobody, not one good person, should be forced into anything that they want no part of. ...Which, I guess sounds sort of obvious, but--well, here we are.❞ Still looking at him, Carol then began to sport a smile, still burying that planet in the spare black-hole that she kept in the back of her mind. This was about him, after all. And how he survived.

“How about getting ARRESTED --- again? That sound like a good idea to you?” It sounded like an old argument, words well-worn down. Steve chewed them over, spit them out. “I don’t know, Sam. We tell our own story every day through what we do. This is a risk.” But God, everything they did was a risk --- that was the point. They took the risks, and maybe, just maybe, the world cracked a little. “We’d have to find someone we could trust to tell the story.”

apologies would be issued later  :  he is one long man and any attempt made at pulling these restraints off him from the ground would remain awkward for all parties involved. so she’s done what any other relatively put together masked vigilante might given the circumstance,  jessica has crawled her way to the joint connecting chain to ceiling and  ...  pulled. hard.  “  brace yourself,  all those tingly limbs are going to sting in a second.  ”  and as with any story of comedic value,  timing proves everything. 

he’s dropped to the floor,  bindings and all,  while stared at by a wide - eyed stranger.