~a girl of flowing air~

"Ally. " The way the name rolled of his tongue was at the same time inquisitive and a promise for something that was not really meant to be said out loud. Much power was carried in a name as he was now aware. Funny how these things turned out sometimes.

However, beyond that information, he couldn't care less about what she was called. It transpired on his face a bit. He could hear his sister scream into his ear that this was supposed to be necessary for their family. Well fuck their family, he was the only one left and no one would ever control his actions or decisions ever again. Because now, he agreed to play a different game all together.

He drank some of the champagne and cocked an eyebrow. His eyes were not staring but sizing, attractive in how direct that gaze was. "If you don't know who is on your guest list, then you're just a shitty host. If you know, congratulations, if you don't, then you're not up there yet to know it. " Now he sounded like Father, oh well. People thought him dumb, he wasn't, he just did not talk much because of his---anger issues. That had been tamed a bit...sometimes.

The energy coming off this guy was weird. Interesting, piquing Ally's curiosity, but weird. His body moved stiffly through the air currents, but at the same time he held the confidence of someone who would move through any room with ease and, honestly, a sense of ego she hadn't experienced since Tony. Or, a better comparison: Thanos.

Her eyes narrowed at him as he called her bluff, throwing her shade right back at her, and she huffed as Peggy started to speak in her earpiece. "Titus Danforth," the AI said. "Part of the prominent Danforth family. He has a twin sister, Ursula, who denied the invitation."

Who invited them?

The names didn't ring any bells, and while there were a lot of people here and it wouldn't be a knock on Ally to not remember every single invite, she knew the big names. And he was acting like he was a big name. His stare did not intimidate her, and she looked back at him as she sipped her ginger ale, not one to shy away from a challenge. He had nice eyes, perhaps a bit dark.

when her bag moves across the room, evvie raises an eyebrow as it settles next to her. "thank you." she smiles softly, pulling her pain meds out of the bag as well as the small water bottle she keeps inside. evvie takes one of the meds and sets the bag down in front of the couch, keeping her water bottle with her. she hates relying on her pain meds, but she knows this isn't something she can mess around with. it wasn't the first time. "well you know that they say, doctors make the worst patients." she laughs tiredly, shaking her head.

when she watches the dogs heads pop up, she smiles when jensen comes over, petting his head. "hey buddy. goose," she looks back at her dog and pats the spot on the other side of her. the shepherd walks over and jumps up, basically flopping against evvie's side as his head tucks under her chin. "oh you big baby." she rolls her eyes, though she knows that if she was lying down he'd be laying on her to help with the anxiety. perks of him being a service dog.

Wasn't that the pot calling the kettle black? Ally would one hundred percent try to get back into the groove as soon as she could, probably before she could, but she knew not everything she did was perfect. The food order is placed, and Ally smiles over at her. "Food will be here in thirty minutes." She shrugs. "If you don't eat it now, it'll just be leftovers."

She rests her phone on her lap, watching Evvie take the pain meds. Good. She knew the instinct to want to not take them, to muscle through the pain, but there was no real advantage to that other than stroking your own pride. "Yeah, I'm learning why that's a stereotype."

Jensen's tongue flops out of his mouth as he's pet, eyes looking over to Goose as he joins too. It's clear the golden wanted to jump up, but he simply lays his head on top of Evvie's leg.

evvie raises an eyebrow, finally lifting her hands to mirror ally's body language as she folds her arms across her chest. "i killed them. all the bodies you found, dead or mostly dead? that was all me." she doesn't sugarcoat it. there's no need. "there i said it. happy now?"

normally, evvie would be the type of person to melt, to try and make it better but she's been in so much pain, constantly since that day. her leg was so bad that somedays it feels like magic doesn't even touch it. and her mind? it's fragmented beyond belief. trauma does that, she's aware, but she hates that it's happening to her, again. she feels for ally, of course she does she knows how it feels to lose family to people hellbent on killing you or getting whatever they want from you. her question makes evvie stop short. she's left some, but she doesn't want any of the information about her to get out. "two. i was saving them for last so they knew i was coming. i've been tracking them for weeks, they're too afraid to leave the city let alone pose a flight risk." she pulls her phone out of her pocket, opening the information she has on them.

Ally knows that already--just like Evvie said--but hearing it said out loud was no easier with that knowledge. She swallows down any initial anger or concern, and tries her best to stay composed. "Are you? Happy?"

She watches as Evvie contemplates and processes within herself, waiting patiently for answers. A small air current is pulled against the fingers of one hand like a string tied around them, offering the slightest bit of pressure therapy. Her eyes fall to the phone and she just looks at it for a moment before she leans forward and takes it, looking at the information.

@thenamesallison paged:🎟️[ticket]

you've been the best five minutes of a shitty whole year, and i'm so glad we're here --

because it comes for us all...

indie & selective dr jack abbot from the pitt

oc & crossover friendly, rules

This situation did massively suck. Besides the food situation and dealing with his phone and TV remote with half-covered hands, there were basic tasks that were taking at least two times longer to accomplish. He’s even had to use his clones and very odd and awkward angles to help himself with said tasks. Totally embarrassing if he had someone witnessing his struggle but at least it was just him here.

The multiplier looks at the small drone she pulls out with curious brows raised, mouth slightly agape in wonder before grinning in pure delight like a kid in a candy store as it’s turned on and floating in front of him.

"Ohh, now this gonn’ be lotsa fun ta play with. Alright, lil’ spider, 3D print new forearms for me." The hovering robot stays silent for a few seconds before simply responding with command not recognized. "… Worth a shot." He shrugs before turning back to Ally.

"Can’t hug ya ‘cause a’ the cement arms but—" He leans down to press his lips to the middle of her forehead, giving a quick and friendly kiss of gratitude and appreciation. "Truly, thank you, Allison." A warm smile is given before he looks back over at the floating spider, now following him, to examine it again.

Once the tray was in and the oven was closed, Ally stood back up to her normal height and watched him play with the drone, chuckling at his attempt at a command. "Maybe try for something a little more routine. Like," she scanned around his living room, "can you pick up that water bottle please?"

The drone takes a second before a small robotic voice calls out, "On it." The little bug flew over to the coffee table, picked up the bottle, and brought it over to Ally.

"Like that," she grinned.

She smiles at the kiss to her forehead; it's a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and she felt her chest warm. "Well, I can hug you." She wrapped her arms around him, keeping it gentle, but still making sure he could feel the embrace.