#oops. oops!

   ‘ luke told me you went to cuba. ’   she’s busy, these days.  when she’s not behind her desk as a sergeant, she’s on the field  --  when she’s not on the field,  she’s frequenting harlem’s paradise or she’s training.  she doesn’t know what she’s training for  --  there’s the possibility of luke doing something stupid (likely) and there’s the possibility of harlem crumbling to the ground (more likely), and in either case, the borough needs a hero.  the people need a hero.  misty doesn’t know if that’s her, but she’s willing to do anything to protect the safety and integrity of those around her.  

she bounces the ball between her hand of flesh and of metal,  the bionic whirring softly with the fluid motion.  claire’s return,  while sudden,  seems like too perfect a coincidence.  misty knight may be good,  maybe,  but it doesn’t make her warm in any form  --  still,  though,  she offers  smile at claire’s presence (it’s the warmest as she can get,  claire,  really) and sets the ball under her arm as she approaches her.  

‘ you’re back from vacation pretty early. ’  a beat,  as her gaze meets claire’s.  ‘ it’s good to see you, claire.  i mean that.  the world went crazy without you here,  i swear. ’