#crownedthunder

“They grow up so fast.” The blond wipes away an imaginary tear, gesturing to where Azari happens to be chatting up the new girl. Where would they all be if James wasn’t there to be melodramatic? He bumps his shoulder against his sister’s, a mischievous glint in his eye. “He needs a wingman. I’ve been waiting to help him with this for years.” 

“Who might you be?” 

“Is this really necessary? I can break these cuffs.”

@crownedthunder answered the bird call.

His smile is pained as he lays a hand on her arm, but he smiles all the same. The rest of the team isn’t around, and she doesn’t look too particularly busy; so this is probably the best time to talk. He’s been over thinking that day again, which is why he sought Torunn out in the first place. There’s no doubt in his mind she would have died that day if her father hadn’t intervened. “If someone’s gotta take the murder bot away again, you let me do it. I can do it. That’s not----that’s not your job.” He doesn’t tell her that it’s his job as their leader to die.  He’s not banking on Ultron being a problem again, but he needs to know, needs to be certain if another sacrifice play needs to be made; they let him do it. He couldn’t live with himself otherwise.

HER HAIR GETS ME