Below My Feet

       ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙʀɪᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ                                    ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴀʏ. ❞

            ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs, ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ.                                                   ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅᴏs.

                             ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ

                             ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ

                                                               ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ                                                                  sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ                                                                        ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ

                                            As your glance met my s t a r e   ❞

                                  Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ                                                          Tʜᴀᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ

                                  Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ                                                          Tʜᴀᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ

                                                                             leikx | gogofast

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"Sweet. Which, by the way, is also cool—- y’know what you do and stuff. Makes me a lil’ curious, to be honest.”

"Uhm, not sure how to even reply to that. Uh, feel free to ask questions? As long as you don't tell anyone whatever it is I might answer."

There was a very slight curl of the upper lip at the use of his full first name but otherwise any signs of discomfort were too small to notice. “No need to point him out. I’m Fitz. It’s nice to meet you Miss-?” Fitz grabbed the rag that was thrown off to the side and wiped his hands before getting up and holding it out for her to shake. 

"So I should avoid Leopold, I'm assuming." Delilah stated with a nod before realizing how that could've been taken by the guy. "I'm   I'm sorry. I just     picked up on your distaste when I said it." Though that probably wouldn't make much more sense either. Releasing a frustrated breath at her own inadequacy for social standards, Delilah extended her hand, shaking his with an apologetic smile. "I'm Delilah. Delilah Black. Coulson asked me to meet up with you. Said I was here to be studied." She began with a nod. "I'm a mutant."

"I’m Tandy. Nice to meet you. And, thank you again." She nodded, biting her lip slightly. "Uhm, make something I guess. But as you can tell, I don’t really spend much time in an actual kitchen so who knows how that will go."

"Well, we can take care of that." Delilah nodded before reaching into the fridge. "What were you planning on making? I can help with whatever it is."

                                                               Uh, this. Math. I don’t get it. ❜

                        "Well, I do get paid. But we're out of school,    so I'm doing this pro bono. I'm such a good friend, right?                   And uh, math. Alright. Not my forte, but we'll manage."

"Really now." Lee said as he listened to the woman and instead, put his hand on the wound. The wound was then disappearing. The missing blood would appear back where it was meant to be and any pain she would feel. Unlike him, for some reason who found it diffcult to feel pain, basically she would no longer feel that pain. "All better?"

She jumped in surprise at the unexpected touch. And then the pain was suddenly fading to a dull ache, and second by second it was turning into     nothing. "How the hell did you     you're one too?" Delilah questioned with wide eyes. The file failed to mention that small detail, probably by Fury's demand.

"Well, as far as I know, I don’t have a twin somewhere in the world. I’ve seen some weird shit, too, but my twin isn’t one of them.”

"Who knows, you might find out one day you have one. Wouldn't that be just freaky? Just staring across the room and BAM! Your face on someone else's face."