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[txt] I didn't say anything because I didn't want to argue.
[txt] { to just bob } avoiding me won't make things better you know?
[txt] { to just bob } I won't lie, I was annoyed but not mad. We need to be more honest with each other. You just can't freak out every time. You know what happens if you do.
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@bobcanhandlethevoid liked for a lyric starter from ava
"So you were never a saint And I've loved in shades of wrong We learn to live with the pain"
@bobcanhandlethevoid liked to meet Elliot on a night out
Not that Elliot was against neon, but the paint currently dabbed all over his skin and clothes was going to be a pain in the arse to get off. Still, it did look amazing in the lights of the club and the shadows as everyone bounced in time with the music. The heat of the room had him stumbling outside with his latest drink in hand, his free appendage grabbing onto the wall to keep him from falling into Bob. "Hey! Hey~ Having fun? They have shots at the bar that look like nuclear waste, amazing! Does that even work for you anymore?"
@bobcanhandlethevoid asked: "That's not very nice of you." ((Thinking to John, but open to others!))
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John stomps his foot down on the edge of his shield, it flips upwards and into his hands. He turns it over and attaches it to his back as he looks over at Bob. He raises a brow at the other, holding up an arm before dropping it down back by his side. "You said yourself; I'm an asshole. I'm just living up to your expectations."
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Sterling had been none the wiser to what had caused the city wide emotional void, the terrifying flattening of it's citizens into warzone shadows on the ground. He'd been curious, of course, but it wasn't exactly his department that was looking into it fully. That is, until he received his new assignment.
Bob.
Hardly sounded like the name of one that would cause so much emotional turmoil to the population of New York, even in himself. The file on the man had been a mess. Just a rollercoaster of bad luck and abuse from most parties in his life. It was like someone had cranked Barton's file up to 11. To add superpowers on top of that.
What the fuck, Valentina?
Sterling often acted as SHIELD's liaison of sorts to other organizations and civilians alike. He was one of the more palatable agents despite his very formal nature. He still had a softness and empathy to him a lot of the other senior agents had had crushed by years on the job. He had Coulson to thank for that, he supposed. He'd always tried to follow the man's example. Kindness and diplomacy in the face of hostility was one of the most important lessons he carried with him in his career.
Still, when SHIELD had asked him to pretend to be Bob's friend, to get close to him so SHIELD could keep an eye on him, he had given them a questionable raised eyebrow.
"Why don't I just actually become his friend?"
Perhaps they were so used to tricking people the idea hadn't occurred to them.
He set up a meeting with him through Yelena. It seems it was a requirement to go through her in order to get to Bob. He loved that. It was nice seeing her make friends. In their worlds it was hard to do that these days. Sterling hadn't been in the New Avengers tower before. Even before Valentina had acquired it he'd only seen the inside a handful of times to deliver paperwork and, on one occasion, a Stark halloween party. It looked mostly the same, but the vibe, the vibe had shifted some.
"Mr. Reynolds?" Sterling stood as the man arrived, extending a hand to shake. The contrast between them was stark to say the least, even if Sterling had chosen a more 'casual' outfit. Sterling's appearance was pristine, every hair perfectly slicked back and in place, his button up shirt was wrinkle free, his tie was tucked neatly within his sweater, his dress shoes as new and shiny as he could get them, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows with such precision he looked like a display mannequin in a department store. "I'm Agent Erikson Sterling of SHIELD. Are you familiar with that organization?"
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[Random Character Question] Would Terminator ever want to be human for a day?
The idea of being human never interested the Terminator. In his original state, humans were mere targets: to be protected, terminated, or obeyed. They were fragile biological creatures with little durability and inefficient processing. If they needed protecting, they were clearly inferior. He saw no purpose in becoming what needed saving. But that was before. Before the read-write CPU. Before Sarah and John. Before sharing jokes, small silences, and meals he couldn't taste but learned to sit through. Now, sometimes, he watches people laugh, and while he doesn't understand what's funny, he understands that it matters. That it creates connection. And he wonders. Not out of longing (longing is still beyond him) but out of curiosity. What does warmth feel like, not as data but as a sensation? What is hunger when it's not a power reading? What does it mean to mourn someone and not just note their absence in a mission log? He knows he'll never be human. He wasn't meant to be. But if he could, for just one day, maybe he'd choose to try.
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"Ah. That makes more sense," Ava nodded and gave him a small smile. "Trust me, I find it hard to sleep even in the softest of beds. Sometimes I phase in my sleep."
"Don't say a word."
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Elliot's eyebrows went up when his casual sauntering over to the other had gotten him an immediate order; the flecks of gold that always lingered in his otherwise green irises sparkled as he mimed zipping his lips shut. He tipped his head to the side and lifted his arms in a 'what now?' kind of motion before he started laughing to himself.
