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                                         “Okay, so hold up.                           See, you lost all credibility with ‘Korn’.                        I mean, sure, they’ve got a good hit or two.                 But, they’re not worth describing an entire era, Blair.”

          Aleks gave a shake of his head and click of his tongue in disapproval.

Blair shakes her head with a giggle. “Lost all credibility?” she asks. “A hit or two?” her brows raise to indicate she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “So you’re telling me you only think Korn had a few good songs...meanwhile the one-hit-wonder Soundgarden makes top on your list?” she questions the boy before her. “I can appreciate that Korn isn’t everyone’s cup-of-tea...but you can’t seriously be comparing them, a band that has many known songs...to a band that people have never heard of.” she says. Then she snorts. “Korn does not define the era. Linkin Park does for sure though and I’ll fight you on it!” she laughs.

“I can’t imagine why your folks would put pressure on you to do sport. But then again, my family dynamic is different, maybe I’m the weird one.” Astrid replied with a shrug as she slipped back down into the splits, twisting around to crack her back. “I love dance. I also enjoy art but only because it’s calm where the others are fast paced.” Looking up at the blonde Astrid smirked and gave a playful shrug. “Why not live fast paced when you’re going to live almost forever?”

Blair waves her hands in front of her. “No no no! Not my parents! They would never!” she tells Astrid quickly. “I mean other parents. My teammates parents. They all seemed to put so much pressure on their children to do well and win no matter what...and if they lost they would get mad and that all just took the fun out of it for me.” she explains.

@astridthordottir​

“You can call me Steve, if you want. Or Mr. Rogers. Anythin’ is fine,” he replied, sounding a little sheepish. Taking the book from her, he flicked through the pages, emitting an impressed little hum as he did so. “This is, well. This is impressive, I’ve gotta say.” He was also impressed with the fact that she had a photographic memory. Steve himself had a photographic memory too or he used to. Now that he was older, his memory wasn’t as sharp or insistent as it used to be. sometimes, it was dull and only sometimes a nag. Sure, he remembered alot of things and rarely forgot anything, but he couldn’t remember them in as much detail as he had been able to before. “Is there a sequel to the book?” he asked, pulling himself away from his thoughts. 

Blair sighed. “Unfortunately, no. No sequel. Though I’m sure I can find a book of poetry or something once I’m finished with this.” she says with a shrug. “I try to always have at least one book at all times. I really love reading. And I also keep a notebook in my bag too, so I can write my own little stories.” She smirks. “So, maybe don’t assume that all kids hate learning and waste their summer!” he jokes.

@capstvnrogers​

“Things like that shouldn’t be used for pranks,” Natasha responded, keeping her tone firm. “Even if you don’t intend for someone to get hurt, accidents can happen.”

Blair shrugged. “I know it’s a lame excuse but, I’m definitely not the only one that does it.” she says, still smiling. “Besides. I know the in’s and out’s of my powers and my stuff.”

@notaballerina​

“I hope you don’t think that I’m being rude, but why are you doing cheer then if you dislike competition and pressure?” She asked curiously, looking at the girl as she took a sip of the drink, screwing up her face slightly at the bubbles. “I mean cheer isn’t exactly the most relaxed sport, especially when we do compete against other squads.”

“I guess I look at cheer a little differently than other sports.” she shrugs. “To me, cheer has always been this extension of my art because of all the creative things I can do with my body. And there's definitely not as much pressure for Cheer as other sports. I would enjoy dance for the same reason, but parents have taken all the fun out of dance by being crazy about their kids winning. Sports should be fun. Not stressful. School stresses me out enough, so why would I sign up for more?” she says with a laugh.

“Thanks. I swear everything has artificial crap in it nowdays.” Astrid said, taking the bottle with a roll of her eyes before she sat down on the ground stretching out her legs. “Pressure is good. Needed in my case. I mean really my options are either become a warrior on Midgard or return to Asgard and rule as a princess. Either way, I need to know how to handle myself. And having my friend’s Dad scream at me to jump higher and spin faster is good practice.”

“Some things I don’t mind the artificial flavoring, but just not my fizzy water. Make it taste like fruit syrup. Gross.” she says making a face. She also pulls a baggie of oatmeal raisin cookies from her bag and offers that to Astrid as well. “I had enough pressure growing up as the oldest of three sisters. Blaze is a softie and May is younger, so I’ve always had to be the tough one. Competition was never in my cards, had too much else to look after.”

“I find that in dance. Solo dance at least. Even so it is very competitive, Coach makes us work our asses off and there’s a lot of overlap between them, some of the cheer kids do dance and some of the dance kids do cheer. If I want freedom without competition though I do art. But it’s not as thrilling.” She explained with a shrug. Art was more there to pass the time, something she dabbled in when she was on Asgard with her family or when cheer and dance seasons were both over for a while.

“I don’t much care for competitive things.” Blair admits. “I don’t like being in a competition for things I’m passionate about. For me it takes the fun out of it because there's too much pressure.” She shifts the bag off her back and reaches inside for a drink, holding one out to Astrid as she takes a sip of her own. “It’s peach fizzy water. No artificial flavoring and no added sugars. It’s one of my favorites.”