Not A Prob.

“Not a prob.” 

"When I was younger, matter to me who it was I with, be it a boy or girl, as long as they made laugh with who they were. I was pretty sure I was in the ace-lesbian area.”

 “I hung around with a lot of guys, but I didn’t really feel anything for guys ‘till Logan crashed on the doorstep. Even then that took a while to realize.”

“Which is a part of this. Taking time. So take all the time you need though. There’s really not a rush with this. I think it’s a good thing you’re taking the breaks. That’s growth.”

“The professor waited for a good moment so nobody really was there to peep in. He helped me from feeling so scared. He told me to be proud of who I was in that aspect, as well as my ‘mutation’. But it kinda sucked knowing the two people I loved the most were unreachable for a lot of reasons. They pined each other and I didn’t see me being in that mix, to be honest.”

“It’s a good thing knowing incense exists, cause I used to do that around the school whenever he smoked in an area. But while I will agree it is nasty, Logan’s body is constantly regenerating, so his lungs are protected in a sense. Still nasty though, not sure why he did it in your guys' kitchen. He’s just an old man who doesn’t give a flip about where he does it as long as he does it.”

“Though not gonna lie, there’s an opportunity for profit on that kind of thing. Maybe make a hot tub product; ‘Hot Storm’. Stay where you are, lemme see what I find, hopefully.”

She disappears around the corner into the other room. A couple minutes later, she comes back, dumping a pile of clothes onto the table, ranging from different eras. However, she keeps a jacket close to her. One with orange rings nearing the sleeves.

“Pick what you like, just avoid any flapper dresses. I don’t think they’re ready for accidental incineration yet.”

“…”

“Do I even wanna know why you guys got started with an insult match, to begin with? Why’d you even try to insult him, to begin with? The guy’s older than me, meaning he has a lot of material than probably the both of us combined.”

“As much as I’d like to have a nice heater, I’d rather it didn’t feel like the tropics in the middle of summer, so lemme see what I can find.”

“I don’t know if it’s possible, but in buddhist culture, the soul’s basically recycled into something, or in your case, someone new. That being said, maybe there’s a part of you that didn’t want to let go and so that stayed. Maybe it became to much so something had to give?”

“With that being said, be careful with Carter or whoever he is. There may be something he remembers that you don’t. Maybe some shared history that went sour?”

“On my homeworld… they call me Shayera. I have a few different names, but that’s the one I believe in right now. I’m not… tied to Katar, not in the same way, now that I’ve been divided into two people. There’s me, and there’s Kendra.”

“As for Katar… there’s him, there’s Carter, but I don’t know how separate they are, really. That… remains to be seen.”

“Sir,” She responds returning the same courtesy. She can ‘hear’ Fury’s projections and responds by projecting the appreciation she’d have if they talked about this more after this meeting. For a time she had forgotten, that this man existed. The man who hunted Banner, a good man with a couple problems but good nonetheless. The man who created the Hulk problem when he tried making another ‘super-soldier’. 

Chuckling, she found it a little amusing until she realizes that he’s serious. Turning over to the British officials she shoots a look and mentally communicating that she would deal with them once this was over.

“Their needs? Since when was the title Captain America used to serve the intelligence of other countries? Aren’t we eager to establish favors again,” She remarks, sitting back holding back everything from this news. 

“That was quick. I know Steve’s old and there needs to be a symbol and shit, but I don’t like this sudden need for you to go everywhere catering to some old bossy guy’s needs.” 

This she communicates solely to Fury and Walker mentally, creating a second conversation that isn’t known to Ross. What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. 

“Secretary with all the respect that is left from me, I think this is being rushed, in the effort of having Major Walker being recognized as Captain, we risk giving Walker a load too heavy to carry even with us working together. And what if he isn’t listened to? Even with me, there’s a chance they’ll walk all over him, given that he’s a new face.”

“And to your British counterparts, I have expressed the intent on retiring. So even if we were to work together it would only be for a short period. However, I wouldn’t mind acting as advising support to Walker after my retirement.”

“It’s not that I’m opposed, I’m just disappointed nobody asked if I wanted to another team-up. Besides, now that you’re on board, they might just take advantage of the new face and make you do whatever whims they got on at the moment.”

“If we are going to bring Major Walker as Captain America, then the least that should be done is have him work within the States before sending him overseas. That way the people won’t see the government as eager to attain Captain America to their strings.”

“Erskine’s intentions in creating the serum and therefore Captain America was to help people like Erskine, not for the catering to...Government intelligence as a primary priority.”

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.

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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?”

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