#virgil!

drawings of my dnd character during our session today :p

Logan adjusts his glasses, as he walks side by side with Patton out to the plane ordered by Joan, and crinkles his nose in distaste. The camera follows allow beside them catching every inch of his annoyed expression.

“There is no Tension.” Logan says, “I just don’t him in my lab. I don’t want someone who couldn’t bother to follow basic lab safety to be touching my monitors.” 

“I wouldn’t want to touch your fucking monitors, Daddy’s boy,” Virgil’s voice sneers right back at him, obviously patched in through the system from the conference room where Thomas and Joan had set themselves up.

Logan freezes and whips around to face the camera. His gaze is absolutely lethal but Virgil doesn’t seem any more bothered about him than he was about the guns of the agents on the runway earlier.

“What did you just call me?” Logan’s voice is made of cold fury, practically dropping the temperature of the entire helicarrier by itself.

“I think you heard me, Hammer.” Virgil’s voice says again, “Daddy’s boy who built all sorts of fun weapons. I bet you’ve never been on the other side of one of your missiles, have you? Never gotten shot at, never had to pick the shrapnel from your limbs, never been blown up by your own bombs? Tell me, Logan, did you build the ID armor because you wanted Daddy to pay attention to you, or because you were just tired of living in his shadow?”

“Don’t act like you know a damn thing about me or my father.”

“Don’t act like you know a damn thing about me,” Virgil counters. “Or I’ll make you corpse number one the next time I have a bad day.”

“Boys,” Thomas cuts in, “Virgil, if you can’t listen quietly then you can go work somewhere else.”