#kinetiics

“ Mr. Jack Rye. ” The man is taller than Rip had first expected, though he looks about as scrawny as a teenager. Were it not for Rip’s intel on who exactly the man is, he would’ve gone the same route as the rest of the potential team and kidnapped him. As it were, Jack seems more the type to snap his neck and ask questions later; a skill that would surely help them on their hunt to take out a certain time travelling bad guy. “ I have a proposition for you, if you’d like a fresh start. ”

Natasha doesn’t really hesitate before her hand wraps around Jack’s thigh. It’s easy enough for her to keep an aloof attitude as her fingers search higher and higher, facial expression neutral, before a devilish smile lights her face. “ Keep drinking, ” she murmurs, quiet enough that not even the bar tender can hear them. The din in the bar is loud enough to mask any noises that escape Jack, but it’s his face she’s more focused on. “ Get though this without us getting caught, and I’ll make it worth your while when we get home. ”

And with a final punch, a man easily near twice the size of Mal fell to the ground with a resounding thump. “that’s what yeh get, y’bleedin’ knobhead!” he says, grinning, a bit of blood dribbling from his nose, the side of his mouth. That’s when he hears the slow clapping. 

          HE FEELS THE breathe be stolen from his lungs as the fist hit his solar plexus and he wheezes out in pain.  Normally when they sparred,  Connor easily got the upper hand in hits though he wasn’t ever trying to hurt Jack.  They had their own styles of fighting,  where Jack avoided being hit,  Connor laid in to his opponent quickly and got out before he took too much damage.  The fight stance is dropped as he holds his hand up,  needing a minute.  “ I don’t think you’ve ever actually hit me.  Ow.  Is this what pain feels like? ”  He pouts dramatically,  but really he needs the moment to regain his breath. 

         Donald often traced along Jack’s scars, wondering how he’d gotten them all the while knowing he didn’t want to know. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to know, he wanted to, he just knew it would hurt to learn. Though no more than it hurt Jack to talk about it, so he refused to push and gratefully accepted whatever Jack would tell him. Even his reaction to Don touching the scar told him it had been one of the worse ones. Donald never would have guessed what it was from though. 

         Suna didn’t like this, they’d been instructed to check out the facility but no one ever mentioned that people had died. Both of them were more than used to death by this point, that wasn’t really the issue. The issue was that she didn’t know what had killed these people, and that was never a good thing. They had no way of knowing if the danger was still present, especially with a facility like this.