Dont Worry That Kinda Stuffs Under Lock And Key Till The Day I Die.

“Don’t worry that kinda stuff’s under lock and key till the day I die.”

“That’s pretty cool though, being bi. And I hate to say it, but part of me’s proud of you being honest and telling me about it.”

Especially at your age, I had it figured out as kid but didn’t tell anyone as an adult till Xavier and I had a telepathy session.

“What’s wrong? Too hot for you?”

Immediately she takes a double look as she scoots back upon realizing he had a fucking dragon. Her wand was useless in this situation, cause there was a chance of being burned to a crisp. She sat in shock and awe as she saw the details of the dragon coming into full view.

She removes her hand away from her wand and shows both of them to him, indicating she doesn’t want to hurt him. And she doesn’t wish to be hurt either.

“I’m uh, Dana. If this area’s yours I’ll leave. I-I don’t want any trouble, please.”

She’s a little scared and she’s starting to take the stuff that was out back into her backpack, getting ready to leave immediately, as soon as her knees stop trembling.

Dark times of the Scaled Sides

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Steve at 2am when he finds out where Bucky is hiding:

She raised an eyebrow in confusion. Her breathing slows down as she forces herself to calm down. She’s still afraid, and nervous considering he is the first person she has encountered during her running. One that has trained dragons. 

That wasn’t her strongest suit. It was more of defense against the dark arts, offensive spells, herbalism. Even though she’s learned some off-brand techniques thanks to an old annotated book she found in the storage rooms learning in whatever time she’s had on the run.

She’s taken aback by his generosity towards a stranger like her. As she goes to object, she could feel her empty stomach clawing at her and so, for now, she admits defeat. Sighing, she stands up after getting her backpack sorted out. Slinging it on her back, she looked around before answering nervously.

“Food wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

Dark times of the Scaled Sides

She sighed laying her head back against the edge. She thinks about the bad blood that not only began when he blasted off her arm, but also for the envy she held for him because he was the one Jean reciprocated feelings to. On top of that, she often was handed reports of Scott’s actions from overseas so as to create a plan of attack in order to protect citizens, both human and mutant alike. This during her time as MI5 of course.

Her stomach felt like there was a heavy pit any time she recieved such reports. He was better than her in so many ways yet he had started to stoop so low. There was no enjoyment upon knowing what he did while she was what was considered at the top. But in the end they had both fallen. Stooping low. Taking another deep breathe, she considered his words. He was right, she cared about them. She tried to do as much as she could for them in MI5, and even now she would continue to do so.

She had missed so much in their times of need. She wasn’t there when they needed her the most. She needed to be here for this one. To help them now, as a way of coming back and making up for it. This wasn’t about Scott and their bad blood. This was about helping the ones she cared for the most. Kicking Scott right where the sun didn’t shine could wait. This event couldn’t. Sighing again, calmer now, the black veins faintly visible now, she turned at him.

“You are right about me caring about them. So how can I help? I’m listening.”

When Friends Know No Better

"Gee, I wouldn't know, I'm ace."

"Also I'm more turned on when it's someone I've been emotionally intimate for a long time."

“What’s wrong? Too hot for you?”