People Behind the Masks 1/2
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just_a_phaseThe various items she's made and programmed for the farm haven't taken up all of her time. Now that most of the major work is finished, they take up even less. That means Kitty can work on other things.
Projects of her own, old and new. Some in code, some in metal. Some will blend the two.
But there's one thing that keeps her out late in her office more often than anything else. It causes Piotr to come out and silently wrap a blanket around her shoulders. Sometimes he then sets a mug of herbal tea next to her, softly kisses her hair, and leaves. Sometimes he reaches his large hand around her much-smaller one and suspends or shuts down the program, app, or computer. Then he lifts her up and takes her to bed.
She has spent so many hours looking online for even the faintest of traces of the Red Room that the hours long-ago became days. Months.
You can't hide forever, she swears each night, and in the meantime--
--there is work to do.
She's known Iron Man since she was 14. She's worked with him. They're not friends, but they've been teammates.
But out of the suit--that's different and new.
After discussion, they had agreed to work in his workshop as opposed to hers. Common sense.
The case she carries by her side is heavier than it looks like it is by how she walks and holds it; she and he have technologoy and suits and armor to talk. His armor and a suit of hers that needs help.
The last few weeks, though, have had more interesting search results than ever before. And she's pondering over what she's read and seen on a screen, twisting the words and images about like an object she's trying to figure out.
She may need to bring that up, too. She's not sure yet.
First, she supposes, she should set the damned case down before she loses an arm.
Projects of her own, old and new. Some in code, some in metal. Some will blend the two.
But there's one thing that keeps her out late in her office more often than anything else. It causes Piotr to come out and silently wrap a blanket around her shoulders. Sometimes he then sets a mug of herbal tea next to her, softly kisses her hair, and leaves. Sometimes he reaches his large hand around her much-smaller one and suspends or shuts down the program, app, or computer. Then he lifts her up and takes her to bed.
She has spent so many hours looking online for even the faintest of traces of the Red Room that the hours long-ago became days. Months.
You can't hide forever, she swears each night, and in the meantime--
--there is work to do.
She's known Iron Man since she was 14. She's worked with him. They're not friends, but they've been teammates.
But out of the suit--that's different and new.
After discussion, they had agreed to work in his workshop as opposed to hers. Common sense.
The case she carries by her side is heavier than it looks like it is by how she walks and holds it; she and he have technologoy and suits and armor to talk. His armor and a suit of hers that needs help.
The last few weeks, though, have had more interesting search results than ever before. And she's pondering over what she's read and seen on a screen, twisting the words and images about like an object she's trying to figure out.
She may need to bring that up, too. She's not sure yet.
First, she supposes, she should set the damned case down before she loses an arm.
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Date: 2017-08-22 07:54 am (UTC)She hates doing what she just did, because the feeling of stress from being solid is more noticeable than it normally is once she unphases. It will be for the rest of the day, at least, and she'll phase in her sleep tonight.
And the urge to phase further is there now; she already knows what she'll probably end up doing, as these aren't the last targets in her surprise pop quiz.
But right now? Kitty's just fucking annoyed.
Sections of pipes and concrete physically joined with the Guardsmen when she let them solidify beneath the floor. One has lost an arm and has pieces through its torso; the other has some through its entire leg and the top left of its head.
The good news is that they're definitely both affected in different ways from the attack, sparks flying and the one with the concrete in its leg off-balance.
The bad news is they're definitely not done with.
But she can enjoy some stress release because of that; the pipe is strong, but thin enough she can twirl it once to get a feel for the balance and length.
And then she uses it two ways.
The first is hitting the sections that already are damaged, her body phased and only the pipe solid.
The second is phasing the pipe through other parts of the Guardsmen, unphasing only it for far less than a second each time to damage them, and then phasing her makeshift weapon again and instantly--
--attacking again--
--and again.
Body phased, pipe phasing and unphasing, and her body moving from one position to strike to another quickly and smoothly each time.