A meeting that should've been avoided (Jason/open)

Jason had been working for SHIELD for quite some time. They had offered to fund him and provide anything he needed, even test subjects, Fury had said. It seemed the man offered everyone whatever they wanted the most when trying to recruit them and, so far, Jason had no complaints as to how he had been treated. The man was a workaholic, so he held his end of the bargain more than happily, working more hours than was probably healthy on the projects he was assigned to. In his spare time, he was allowed to use the installations for his own research and he did that all too often, staying up until past midnight absorbed in how to cure that blood illness that had completely ruined his life... more than once.

The man was concentrated on examining the resulting sample of a distillation process when someone walked in. He was expecting someone and thought she was either too early or he had lost track of time again. Then, he heard his son's voice and the only reason Jason didn't flinch was because he had enough years of experience hiding his real thoughts and feelings under a mask of indifference.

A long fingered hand went up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he turned around, charming and composed as ever. "Oh, Davyn." Jason said as casually as if everything between them were just perfect. "I was wondering how long it would take you to get here." He said as if Davyn had chosen that for himself. It was always half-truths and embellished facts with him, like talking to a diplomat and forward people often found it annoying, while other hypocrites like himself thought it made him distinguished.

Jason took off his glasses, as calmly as before and cleaned them with his white lab coat, which was so white it seemed new, but then again, all his clothes looked that way, even the suit under it. Apparently, the man was neat in his work. "I mean exactly that." He said with a small smile, as if their relationship wasn't a damaged thing. Inside, he felt a knot in his stomach. He couldn't save his mother or his son. All his experiments ended up making things worse. In a way, it could be said that he had killed his mother and sentenced his son to a life as a lab rat. He was a failure and hated the concept. Most of the time, Jason managed to lie to himself and forget about it, but when faced directly with the evidence... he still tried to put his best face out of pride, to act in control. If he broke down on top of everything what would he have left? "I was curious." He said the words he knew would clarify nothing but still classify as an answer.

"Neither one." The man made a deliberate pause. "I got a job offer some years ago and took it. I get funds, all the equipment I need and the pay is good. What else could anyone ask for?" He was being honest, but only because honesty suited his interests best at the time.

"This people have a tendency to find people with special abilities that don't want to be found. Considering how... unusual your condition is, I knew it was a matter of time before they got their eye on you, but I had nothing to do with that." He said as calmly as before. If someone didn't know him better, he might appear as a good father concerned about his son and almost happy to see him. Not that he was happy to see Davyn, but it was true that he had expected their paths to cross again if he started working for SHIELD.

Jason acted surprised. "You'd rather be out there, then? Being a possible threat to innocent people?" He asked frankly, his expression a bit more serious now, which made him look older.

"You don't need to let them control your destiny, son, but if they're willing to teach you how to control... yourself, then I wouldn't pass on such an opportunity. It would be selfish and irresponsible as a citizen." Now he sounded like the father of a petty criminal trying to convince his son of reforming.

Jason sighed deliberately and made a pause that he though would make him look wiser before he spoke. "How you choose to feel is no one's fault but your own. If you pick the pessimistic path of letting go of this opportunity to learn some self-control it's up to you but, personally, I think that there's still a reason you didn't attempt an escape yet." He said that as calmly as before but his jaw was set, a telltale that he wasn't quite as relaxed as he wanted to appear.

"Of course not. You're unwilling to even try and see..." Jason said, his voice a bit harder but then seemed to regain his composure. "Ah... that temper of yours. It's still getting the best of you, Davyn." Another pause. "I can't trust Fury either. I don't do trust, but so far he's kept his promise to me, so I have no complaints. If the situation changes, I'll reevaluate my options." He explained putting his glasses back on.

"If you want to make sure we're not replicating that incident, maybe you should come around the labs more often and check it out for yourself. We can always use an extra pair of hands." Jason said with a faint smile. A part of him found that overreaction funny, even though he knew what his son losing control meant. But the fact that young people were so driven by their emotions rather than their minds was indeed funny from the outside.