I Dont Know If I Wanna Hug You, Kiss You, Or Kick Your Ass.

“I don’t know if I wanna hug you, kiss you, or kick your ass.”

“...”

“I think I’m gonna do all the above”

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

“I--Wha--HOW???? How did you burn your clothes, don’t you have that fire under lock and key anytime you wanna roast some ‘mallows’?”

“I know I have a lot of clothes spanning different decades but...I don’t know if they’ll fit any of you.”

“I accidentally… burned my clothes. Do you have any I can borrow?”

“It’s nice to meet you, John.” From what was at present in his mind, she could glean these details, knowing he has experience given his military background. She picked up on some of these emotions. Feeling it fair, she mentally shares with him some of her emotions, unsure, nervous, worried, concern. But she leaves out her anger because he doesn’t deserve her anger.

“So we gonna talk about this or what?” She turned to Fury, hoping he can remind everyone why they’re even here. She’s pretty sure everyone in the room knows, but just so it’s been said on the record and that the officials in the room can feel good knowing why they’re here in the first place.

“I’m not sure why this would concern me, aside from being an Avenger and having known Steve Rogers. Shouldn’t Wilson and Barnes be here”

She wants to get this over with and rip off this bandaid so that this can be over with, even though this is only the beginning of this long shitshow. So she might as well get this started.

“I don’t know where to get one, but I do know who could help ....” She sighed somewhat unsure. She’s worked with him, and has always kept his word. 

However the last time she had worked with him, she had her soul as a loan until their deal had been completed. Which was 20 years in the completion of the deal. Needless to say, if he could help them out, then it was worth whatever price she had to pay. All for them, Kurt, Logan, Jean and everyone else. 

“Back in the 60, I met a demon, named Asmodeous. He’s a Prince of Hell and also a friend. Maybe he could not only help find out where they are, but maybe what happened to everyone else.”

“But even if we get the equipment, how are we suppose to know if I can even pull it off. My telepathy works on an entirely different level than Charles and Jean did. I never even touched the thing,” She said ruffling her hair. She wasn’t a leader, or powerful in her opinion. But she knew to take initiative and go from there. It seemed like throwing out a couple ideas seemed ok

 “But since it’s similar to talking with a radio, it could work. I’m not sure if I can handle all those people. I may...need help on that,” She said hesitantly.

“If we find them though, where can we provide a safe space? We could place them at my step-dad’s. It’s not as big as Charles’ but it could be enough. At least until we find everyone.”

When Friends Know No Better

“Neither do I. But I do have an idea, that’s gonna need me, you and Fury so we don’t have to deal with this or him. And that can also be discussed later.” She relays this to the two of them. She’d deal with the stragglers following them, as long as he found them a decent place to eat.

“If you think you’re the right one for the teacher position, I’m sorry I’m gonna have to tell you to fuck off.” She shrugged nonchalantly. He may be a potentially higher rank than she was but she’s older than him in experience and in age. She had seen too much and it was starting to annoyingly repeat.

“Flags didn’t help save the world, people did. They did it for the people they cared about. The world’s been complicated long before any of us were born, even before the cold war. Take it from me who’s lived through a lot of wars. Same shit different wording. ”

“Given your past involvement with Banner and Blonsky, how will we know you,” She pointed at him, “Won’t do to him what you did to them.” She then pointed at John. This matter was of great concern considering the British officials were afraid of the Hulk or Abomination as they were called coming to their country and the catastrophic risk of their people possibly being killed.

“Erskine believed in good people to do the right thing, but you’ve done all manners of wrong. Considering the creation of both the Hulk and the Abominationyour responsibility. Only to sending the former on the run, with the intent to hunt him down, while you seemed to be ok creating another monster that probably killed civilians in Harlem, on American soil. That wasn’t out of a concern of foreign security, but out of a desperate attempt to take your mistakes and do whatever you wanted.”

“And given the Sokovia accords tore apart the team, and given that we live with technology is another problem. What if somebody, decides to hack the databases containing records of superheroes? Their names, family all that in the hands of who knows what. What if they sell that to some organization and they target their identity? Target who they love, and what if all of that happens to Major who is on the line being the ‘spiritual successor’. Are you gonna take responsibilty for that, or are you gonna make him run? It’s a shock somebody hasn’t died yet.

“It’s only problematic when people like you try to give it one ‘definitive’ meaning. To fit the mold, and do what someone else is right. Even if the agencies disagreed. It’s all what Secretary Ross wants, and not what Major Walker wants, cause is so concerned with his flags.”

“In fact, why we ask him on his opinions on this?” She looked back at John. She could hear him, and they had forgotten the goal and him in this process. Whether or not he’s a spiritual successor to Captain America, he should still have a say in how he wants to do things.