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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 23:38:21 GMT -5
After a brief telepathic exchange with Emma, Scott rushed back to the subway to head back to West Chester. He REALLY regretted not driving, but he enjoyed the train ride down there, and figured taking mass transit would be a nice alternative to sitting in traffic. As he was about to descend down the stairs, Scott's phone buzzed.
"Clint Barton: Hey Slim. I assume you didn't drive down here."
"Scott Summers: No. Train."
"Clint: I C. Need a lift back? I could send someone to pick u up."
Scott thought about it for a minute. Couldn't hurt right?
"Yeah sure. I'm on 30th and 5th. Should I wait here?"
"Yup. I'll keep you in the loop."
Tapping on his screen several times, Clint composed a new message.
"Agent Dalton. It's Barton. Need you to do me a favor and escort an friend back to West Chester. His name is Scott Summer. Cyclops if you're familiar with the X-men. Good dude, kinda boring thou. He's on 30th and 5th. Can't miss him. TTYL"
Clint hit send and got back to paying attention to Cap and Stark.
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Post by Elizabeth Dalton on Feb 7, 2014 23:25:21 GMT -5
Dalton was bored. It was her free day from watching this subject suspected of being the Dark Avengers' latest addition and, after training for a long while, she found there wasn't much to do in the tiny apartment SHIELD had arranged for her to spy on this Jacob guy. Incredibly, it was even more boring than the hellicarrier. At least there she could have some fun training Davyn in hand-to-hand combat and some other basics. Under normal circumstances, she would have just gone out for some drinks, but she couldn't risk blowing her cover.
She was laying on her bed wearing an oversized t-shirt, flipping through the channels without really seeing the TV in front of her when her phone buzzed. "Finally!" She said out loud while typing "I'm on it." Any excuse to go our was welcome.
It took the former Army Sergeant three minutes to change into something decent. It was not her sober style but the girlish stuff that came with her fake identity. She hated it, but there was no point in disobeying. She had to act stupid bimbo and she would for as long as required. At least that Jacob guy was friendly and fun to spy on.
A few minutes later, Dalton was pulling off her motorcycle in the intersection of the 30th and 5th, one foot on the floor, her eyes scanning the area for a boring person who didn't look like he wasn't somewhere. She wished Barton had been more specific.
Then she saw a guy that looked boring enough. "Oi, are you Summers!?" She said over the street noise, unable to get her motorcycle closer to him because of the traffic. The woman was dressed mostly in pink, but there was a martial air to her and her face was stern, with that tired look that told war veterans apart from civilians.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 0:44:18 GMT -5
"I assume you're the Agent Clint sent?" Scott asked, making his way over to the bike. He was a tad disappointed, not with the Agent mind you, but the fact that were on a bike and not a car or something I little more....comfy.
"Scott Summers, X-Man, I'm sure Clint's filled you in." he said, getting on the bike. He did his best not to get to...hand's on with the agent. "Thanks for the pick up. Are we taking this back all the way the Westchester?" I assume there's a spare helmet or some such?" he asked, a little worried that there wasn't.
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Post by Elizabeth Dalton on Feb 8, 2014 1:23:32 GMT -5
Dalton nodded seriously. "I'm Dalton." She resumed as serious as she always was while on duty. The woman offered him a hand to shake.
"Not really. I'm rather new. Ex Army Sergeant." She explained. "Cling just said I should pick up... Cyclops or something like that. Guess he must have been busy to get into details." She guessed tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. It had escaped from the high ponytail she had.
"No problem." The woman said the same way Logan would have if it were anyone but Scott. She didn't seem bothered by wherever this Cyclops had placed his hands. Dalton was just too easy when off duty to really care and too focused on her job while at it to bother if it meant he wouldn't fall off the vehicle. "Unless you'd rather walk." That could have been an attempt at a joke to break the ice.
One of her hands left the handle to grab the spare helmet behind her and offered it to him. "You might want to take those off" The woman nodded towards his glasses or whatever he was wearing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 19:31:05 GMT -5
"Thanks." Scott said, taking the helmet, closing his eyes, slipping his glasses off and putting said helmet on quickly. He was in-between conversations at the moment, with a crossed Emma in his head, obviously hiding something from him. "And the glasses are kinda non-negotiable..mutant ability, etc."
"And the ride will do, sorry, and double sorry in advance there's a angry blonde telepath waiting for us back at the Mansion. My girlfriend can get kind of possessive at times, it's long story, I won't bore you with the details. Also, you didn't hear this from me, but expect a lot of details skipped over when it comes to dealing with Clint. He's a nice guy, but not exactly the most....focused off the battlefield if that makes sense." he added, putting his arms around her waist and the least sexy way possible.
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Post by Elizabeth Dalton on Feb 9, 2014 20:31:33 GMT -5
"Sure. Whatever suits you best." She said unconcerned and still rather serious. The familiar pang of envy she felt every time she met a mutant hit her and she had to make a conscious effort to keep it off her mind. Why had she been born a boring, plain human?
"Ts OK. It was a joke." Dalton confessed, her seriousness easing up a bit just before she heard about the angry telepath. The one thing she didn't like about mutants were those who could get inside her head. It was a nasty place, wherever you looked at and the blond didn't enjoy sharing (personal experiences).
"Ugh." She sympathized. "Husband is the same." Dalton informed with a note of exhaustion in her voice. It was a touchy subject. Technically, they were divorcing, but it was because she had been too proud to admit it was a mistake and now they were stuck in the middle of paperwork, both suffering because of her pride.
An eyebrow arched and then Dalton chuckled. "I won't tell." She promised holding in another laugh. The whole confession had sounded like something back from her high school days rather than what someone related to SHIELD in some way might say. "It's good to know, though." The blond said in a friendlier tone before taking off with her passenger at an ungodly speed. She liked to ride like a maniac so, technically, she was going slow... for her own standards.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 21:57:02 GMT -5
They role in silence for a few minutes, until Cyclops sighed. "Sorry...this may seem odd by my girlfriend is feuding with my ex-wife, and she's not filling me in on the details, which may mean it's her fault." he said, filling her in. He loosened his grip to start up a text, feeling bad this conversation was mostly about him. "So you said you were marred? For how long? Any kids, or has the job kept you busy in that regard?" he asked, trying his best to be social.
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