Less Advise, More Hands (Part II)
The Damsel and the Man have a heart to heart.
[Part 1 here]
*He comes back to the present and he draws his hand away from his face, but blinks at Gen coming close to him. His systems still recalibrating itself now that his arm is patched up, he offers little resistance to being lied against her chest. A short shudder passes through him as she touches his neck, despite how little he feels, but stays still, otherwise. Her behaviors puzzle him. She is being /very/ affectionate, more so than what he was just starting to get used to. Could he really complain, though? There were other qualities in her that were more disconcerting, like what she’s just said to him. His brow furrows and he stares up at her confusedly, but his expression darkens as he accesses back to his system wirelessly. Somewhere in there, he feels that the upload process for his daughter was a success, but his attention is quickly drawn to said interlopers. He keeps his screen off in the console room they’re currently chatting and is finally able to lift his remaining hand to rest on Gen’s shoulder.* I’ll take care of it… *His hand falls away to feel for the tape while he stays leaned close to her.*
*her hands move back up to his neck and looks him in the eye sternly* If you confront them, you will be slaughtered. *She smiles, sweet and gentle* I will handle this. *she puts her fingers over his lips to hush his protests* And if I must remove your limbs to keep you in this very spot, so be it. *she gives him a look that says ‘try me’* Leave them to me, and if you really wish to help, find a way to do it from here.
*He blinks and frowns at her, but her finger over his mouth silences him. He lowers his brow at her defiantly, his voice coming through a speaker.* [“They are threatening my daughter and myself over a misunderstanding. I have to stop them before they do something drastic.”]
*She rolls her eyes at him and removes her hand only to rest it on his cheek, giving it a gentle slap* And what exactly will you do? They have called the rest and, if they heed that call, you will face a dozen or so agents who wish you dead. You are no good to your daughter dead. *she pushes him back harshly to emphasize her point, and with a wave of her hand, she materializes her broad-sword and shield. There were a few perks to being employed by the Devil: he gave you as much power as needed to complete a task. She swings the sword to test the weight and nods, satisfied* Whatever ‘misunderstanding’ led them here is irrelevant. They are here and plan a take over. Repair yourself, M4, I’ll keep them preoccupied.
*He winks his remaining eye shut when slapped and frowns childishly. He makes to answer, but plays a sound file when shoved.* [GRUNT.WAV] *He scrambles to sit up on his elbow and the stump of where the other should be. He almost glares at her, but it falls away in shock to see her already with her weapons. How did she retrieve them so quickly? Not all Asgardian weaponry has the same summoning power as Mjolnir, does it? He just stares at her, though, and purses his lips in thought. He still speaks through the speakers for some reason.* [“You’re willing to go up against your friends?”]
*she thinks for a moment, eyes downcast, fingers twitching on the hilt of her sword. She sighs when she looks up at him, lips pulled into a line across her face* Friends? Were they my friends, would they not be here now, beside me? Where were my friends, when Thor turned his back on me? Where were they when I died? *her smile is cynical, but the pain was written in her eyes* I am unimportant, I always have been. *she says this with all the certainty of having known her entire life, without wavering.*
I only have you, and this is why I am willing to stand against them. But *she drops her weaponry, and both promptly vanish. She crosses her arms and pensively taps her chin* they are my ‘friends’, aren’t they? I could use this… *she grins as the idea forms in her mind* I might just be able to lure them away, if I handle this correctly.
*He sits back up completely as she speaks, staring at her with a brow arched in confusion. His head lolls to one side when pointed out as being all she has, but he jumps back a few inches when the weapons disappear, shocked. He looks between her and the empty floor. He opens his mouth to question this, but the surprise fades as he hears her muse. He stares up at her with an indescribable expression. His voice quiets.* Lure them away?
*she shrugs* It’s worth a shot, anyway. *she takes in his expression, her brows furrowing in confusion* Does something trouble you?
*His expression doesn’t change.* They are only here to look for a fight. Nothing else. The others are merely reacting like sheep.
*she moves to sit beside him, one leg tucked beneath her, the other dangling from the side of the gurny* If they look for a fight, they will find one in me. *her voice is soft, cautious almost, not wanting to let her emotions get the better of her. Especially now. She glances up at him now and then as she speaks, her eyes moving about the room as if searching.* Look M4, you… you are the only person I have now. And I know that… I am unimportant to you, and it’s fine. It really is fine. You needn’t lie for my sake. *her hand moves across her chest to grip her shoulder, the other limp in her lap.* But you are important to me… you saved me, stayed with me when no one else did, and I thank you for it.
*she wipes at the water starting to form in her eyes.* So let them come, let the sheep blindly follow and meet my blade if that is what it takes to protect you.
*He doesn’t take his eyes off of her as she speaks, only averting them when he catches her gaze. He stays silent for several seconds once she finishes, almost listless in his response. Then, very hesitantly and with several failed attempts, he lifts his hand to curl a finger under her eye, trying to dry them. He still doesn’t speak.*
*her eyes move to look at his, and she holds her breath, not wanting to move or frighten him. This is the most vulnerable she has been in some time. She knows how very worthless she is, understands this now. But it helps to pretend, to add meaning to gestures that have no true sentiment behind them, ascribing genuine concern to self-serving acts. It doesn’t really matter, not anymore. She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath, meaning to blink away the tears but they fall instead.*
*He turns his hand to wipe away her tears with his thumb instead. He does this only a couple times, then draws his hand away to wrap his entire arm around her and pull into a tight, one-armed embrace. He rests his cheek on the top of her head and finally answers quietly.* You are important to me, Gen.
* His words strike her as a physical force, and her body goes limp, weeping into his shoulder, taking shuddering breaths that make her tremble. She cannot believe him. Surely he is lying. But she can pretend it’s real, can believe it to be.* Do not lie to me. *she says in a quivering voice, muffled against his chest*
*He tenses when she actually complies to his hug and lifts his head to look down at her in disbelief. His jaw tightens and his brow furrows, but his tall frame crouches over her to further engulf her in his arm. He even lifts what’s left of the other one to try to hold her.* I’m not.
* they stay like that for a long while. Her arms come up to hold him. She calms herself, knowing there are men in the building ready for a fight. She covers her face with her hands, drawing back just slightly.* Thank you. *the words fell out on a soft breath*
*He sits with her, only getting fidgety once or twice. He tucks his chin towards his neck to rest his forehead into her hair, but has to lean away when she moves. His visible optic half liddedin a calm expression, he lifts a hand to fix her hair and nods.* Of course, my Lady.
*she laughs, feeling stupid* I am sorry, I did not mean for you to see me like this. *she wipes at her face absently. How embarrassing. When she tilts her head up he is right there, nose to nose. There is a breath of a moment where she doesn’t know what to do. She licks her lips* Can I… can I kiss you?
*He shakes his head and keeps brushing her hair impulsively. He stops with a jolt, though, when she turns her head up and they are very close to one another. He would be crosseyed if his other optic wasn’t covered, but he forces a sound file to play softly. Pink lights glow faintly in his cheeks.* You’re going to start asking me now…? *He gently rubs his nose against hers and still holds her close.*
*her smiles says it all* You’re right. *she leans in the rest of the way, kissing him with a desperate force just beneath the gentleness of her lips. Her fingertips rest on his chin, feeling it work as his lips move with hers.*
*He almost falls back, still almost always surprised by her kisses. The pink in his cheeks flicker and glow brightly, but he doesn’t move away. His systems progressively returning to normal, he can more easily feel her fingers ghosting over the polymer of his face. His arm still hooked around her, his hand cups around the side of her waist and his fingers splay over her, gently caressing her in a reassuring gesture.*
*She breaks the kiss first, not that she wants to. If she had her way they’d be at it all afternoon, but there were some visitors to attend to. She doesn’t move far at all, her lips still ghosting over his, her gasps splaying over his face.* I should take care of our little problem. *she kisses him lightly before slowly, so slowly, standing* Will you stay here?
*His optic reopens when the ends the kiss. When did it close? He glances over her features, lips parted in some attempt at anticipating another. She can feel his already rigid metallic frame tense under her when she reminds him of their threat. He leans forward to try to keep their embrace a little longer, but his arm reluctantly falls away from her. A corner of his mouth twitches and curls up awkwardly.* Oh, well now, I can’t guarantee that.
*That earns him a smile and another kiss* Tell you what: keep an eye on me, discretely, and if you see that I can’t handle the situation, you step in. Deal?
*The lights flicker in his face again, but he accepts her kiss. He looks up at her, scrutinizing her with his one optic. He takes a moment to answer, reluctant.* Deal.
*She is very proud of herself, even if the tears are drying off her face* Good. Now *she turns to leave* watch me work. *she strikes a pose at the door, then disappears into the hall*
*His hand falling into his lap, he sits up straight as she draws away. The corner of his mouth twitches again, a small internal debate showing through his optic.* I’ll keep a live feed on the show. *He tilts his head slightly as she departs and sits there, still for several moments. Then, a smirk slowly stretches onto his face and he reaches for the tape to stretch a strip of it over the old damage in his midsection.*
Oh, one more thing *she leans back in for a moment* no matter what happens, or what I say to them, don’t believe a word of it. *she winks, and walks out*
*He sits up with a start, blinking profusely at her. He’s left speechless, since she left just as quickly as she came. His mouth quirks upward in a more awkward half grin and he tears the roll of tape hanging from his side. He muses quietly to himself.* Clever girl.