mtmtearth, Nexus, LionLuVerse. Various locations. New Beginnings and Stopping Bad Things

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Legacy: *back from the Nexus trip. Is running from that one agent who is constantly playing games on her console. Seems someone made an error screen appear in the middle of a level... Now who would do that?*

Steve Rogers: *hears the pursuit coming down the narrow corridor and shakes his head slightly with exasperated amusement. Is currently out of uniform* *moves to stand right ahead of the fleeing Legacy*

Legacy: *skiiiiiiiiidddsss to a stop just shy of colliding with Steve* *blink blink* Hi. :D

agent: You! Wait till I get my hands on you!

Legacy: XD *moves to hide behind Steve*

Steve: *catches her around the waist in passing* Hold on. What did you do?

Legacy: *squeak* *seems someone's ticklish*

agent: *skids to a stop, sputters, and then books it the other way*

Steve: *looks down at Legacy, and his feelings, usually so guarded, now hold a strong current of affection... is it only affection?*

Legacy: *blink. Blink.*

Steve: *sets her on her feet, and then crosses his arms over his chest and lifts one eyebrow*

Legacy: ... No playin' games while workin'. *yes, that's really all she can think to say*

Steve: Did you make the game tattle on her again? Or was it the Fury invasion?

Legacy: Stop, drop, roll.

Steve: *totally not hiding his feelings from her today. Now he's wondering if she noticed what he'd let her see at first* Right.

Legacy: ... *squeak*

Steve: The Director was looking for you a few minutes ago. She found what you left in her desk drawer.

Legacy: ... *blank look. Honestly can't remember what she left in Fury's drawer. Too busy trying to verify what she picked up from Steve*

Steve: *sees the question in those Tessaract blue eyes and nods slightly in reply*

Legacy: 0_0 *BLUSH* *andgone!*


Nexus


Legacy: *startled squawk that has her coworkers staring*


LionLumen's home 'verse


Legacy: *so much wincing, was on the receiving end of a mental squee-bomb* Ow.


elsewhere


yOp: *sniggerfitdie*


mtmte-verse


Fury: *wondering what that blast of static that just passed through every monitor on the bridge was*

various techs: *commenting on it, including the fact that nothing seems to be damaged from it*

Fury: *and then frowns as none of that static forms into faces or dancing gingerbread men or any of the usual configurations* Hill, where's Bates?

Hill: *moving to check* ... Her quarters. *so surprised by this*

Fury: *frowns at him* The berth she commandeered?

Hill: The officer's suite.

Fury: *concerned now, phone to her ear after hitting the number for Legacy's phone*

Hill: Should I check on her?

Legacy: *no answer*

Fury: *puts the phone away and turns toward the exit* I got this.

Hill: *returns attention to monitoring the Helicarrier's course*

Fury: *rapidly makes her way toward the part of the ship where the few tiny suites of minuscule rooms are set. Stops in front of the right door and raps* Bates?

Legacy: *murmuring to herself inside her room, didn't lock the door*

Fury: *raps again, scowling with concern* I've got Werther's.

Legacy: *murmuring seems to be her arguing with herself about something* *though one side of the argument is distracted by the mention of a favorite candy*

Fury: *thinks to connect to the bug she planted in the suite, and which she well knows is the reason Legacy abandoned the rooms. Lone eyebrow rises as she hears the murmuring* Bates, open this door.

Legacy: *makes the door open* *hand out*

Fury: *eye narrows as she reaches into her pocket, lengthening the candy search process in order to have time to search Legacy's features* What're you doing in there?

Legacy: *looks a bit confused and uncertain, even as she insistently steps forward* Thinkin'. Is hard candy? Not caramels?

Fury: It's the hard ones. *steps back, still searching as she frowns* What's wrong?

Legacy: *steps forward, paying the closing door behind her no mind* Learned something... Changes things... Can't prank him now.

Fury: *frown deepens* *uneasily, her search forgotten* What kinda change?

Legacy: Gotta be nicer to him... Likes me.

Fury: *surprise shows clearly as she realizes this ISN'T about something that could destroy the world* What?

Legacy: *seriously* No goin' after Steve. Gotta be nice to him. *nod*

Fury: ...Rogers? Are you tellin' me Rogers... *words fail her*

Legacy: Can't tease him, can't prank him. No goin' after him. *so srs*

Fury: *dark scowl as she grabs Legacy's hand and slaps a handful of wrapped candies into it, and then she's whirling and striding off to find a certain Captain*

Legacy: *moving to block Fury's path* No. No goin' after him. No tellin' Tony, either.

Fury: *flat growl* This is none of Stark's *bleeping* business. And you aren't any of Rogers' business.

Legacy: Thrrpt. Am adult. Can like who I wanna like.

Fury: You need a legal guardian. That's me.

Legacy: *thrrpts that*

Fury: Kid, you tell me you're nuts all the time. Now get outta my way.

Legacy: No. Not gonna let you get Steve.

Fury: Get. Outta. My. Way.

Legacy: *softly* He identifies with me.

Fury: *distracted from avenging anger* *incredulously* What?

Legacy: *quiet* We've both changed and lost... *blushing a bit now* He admires me for being strong after losin' my marbles...

Fury: *anger dimming. She can see Rogers feeling that way for those reasons* He tell you that?

Legacy: Can see it.

Fury: *inhales deeply, and then lets it out* *quietly* You dropped your candy on the floor.

Legacy: *softly* No goin' after Steve. Promise?

Fury: I ain't goin' after Rogers. Get outta my way.

Legacy: *small smile, will pick up her candy and vanish*

Fury: *heads back to the bridge, her face set in a thoughtful scowl*

Hill: *amused expression as he watches static bunnies jump from screen to screen*

techs: *going nuts trying to stop it*

Fury: *alright. Life is back to normal. Knows the bunnies mean that everything's alright. Settles down to scowling through the front windows and listening to the kerfluffle*


A few days later


Steve: *laying exhausted in the infirmary after being the primary instrument of the stopping of a runaway bullet train. Managed to sprain his shoulder so well that it'll be a couple days healing*

Legacy: *announces her sudden arrival with a soft popping sound*

Steve: *lifts brows and looks at her incredulously* You've been watching eighties TV shows again.

Legacy: *innocent grin* Yup. Was watching Merlin.

Steve: *shakes his head with weary amusement, then winces and lays still as muscles protest*

Legacy: *scoots closer*

Steve: *quietly* I don't think a doll will help this time, Legacy.

Legacy: No dolls this time. Just me.

Steve: *lifts brows and opens his eyes again, but then winces as turbulence makes the helicarrier rattle and dip*

Legacy: *gentle hand on the ow*

Steve: *murmurs* I just want to rest somewhere quiet. *doesn't even want to hear the racket of his beloved home city right now*

Legacy: Know a place... Can bring you if you want?

Steve: *turns his head and looks at her, stifling the little spurt of longing and trying to hide it from her* Bring me where?

Legacy: Quiet place. Go when home's too noisy. *nod* Lots'a sky, lotta critters.

Steve: *mouth twitches slightly at the corners* Is the bed soft? *soo tired*

Legacy: *nodnod* With lotsa blankets, too.

Steve: Let the Director know, alright? *closes eyes again*

Legacy: *slight headtilt, will make faces at Fury through the older woman's phone*

Fury: //I thought you were in San Fransisco, fighting that thing.//

Legacy: Nope, nope, nope. Needed back here.

Fury: *frown apparent in her voice* //What about that thing?//

Legacy: Will come back to it. Gotta help someone here first.

Fury: //What's... Rogers is fine.//

Legacy: //Needs quiet to rest. BRB.//

Fury: *sighs and hangs up*

Legacy: *hand on Steve's shoulder, will bring him to one of her hidey-holes in the Sonora Desert, the one with the big bed that does, in fact, have a lot of blankets on it, and is soft and supporting. Hidey-hole is actually the endpoint of a sandstone canyon that has been modified to have a solid roof, as well as being wide enough for the bed and a few pieces of furniture that had to have come from Ikea. It's quiet but for the sounds of nature, and shaded enough that the sun can't get in to make things uncomfortably hot*

Steve: *startles when the surface under him abruptly softens and goes flat, then looks around with a bewildered expression before spotting Legacy and understanding*

Legacy: *will lean and gently kiss his forehead* BRB. You rest. Is quiet here. *nodnod*

Steve: *sighs and settles more comfortably* Alright.

Legacy: *small smile, then vanishes without a sound*


San Fransisco Bay


Ironman: *just tried the Jonah with this thing. Is pondering the fact that he might have to turn around*

Hawkeye: *frowning from a waterfront rooftop. Ran out of screamer arrows long before they got the beast back into the Bay*

Natasha: *doing her nails. Can't really do anything else right now*

Hulk: *having a roaring contest with the monster after having been stepped on*

Legacy: *suddenly there* Icky, bad blood. *nodnod*

Thora: *turns toward her* Thou toldst us that, child. Hast anything else to say?

kaiju: *burps*

Hawkeye: Did it just burp?

Natasha: *snerks without looking up*

Legacy: *watching the kaiju, and then holding her hand out* Time ta show UPS how to pack and deliver.

Thora and Hawkeye: *quizzical looks*

Ironman: *bursts from the beast's maw, covered in slime* //Alright. What's plan B?//

Legacy: Go toward water. Lead %$#%$#-head away from town.

Hawkeye: We've been trying. It's not interested.

Legacy: ... *so serious* Need to be closer.

Thora: *gives her hammer a whirl and then throws it*

kaiju: *head snaps back, and then it's screaming in fury and turning in the direction of the blow*

Thora: *catches hammer* I fear me I spilled its blood.

Legacy: Oops. *frowns and then decides that the best way to get closer is just to go* *knows she'll have to get close enough to open a portal to keep the kaiju's nosebleed from contaminating the ground around it*

Hulk: *roars somewhere behind it, and then the kaiju staggers slightly and stumbles even closer as he football tackles it in the back of the knee*

Legacy: *eyes glowing now as she perches on the edge of the rooftop* Hulk, back. Time to return to sender.

Hulk: *grunts his understanding, knowing she can hear. Turns and bounds away*

Ironman: *comes to hover near Thora* Whose bright idea was it to give the dinosaur a nosebleed?

Thora: *knocks him out of screen*

Natasha: *sniggerfitdie*

Legacy: *hair swirling around her and eyes ablaze with Tesseract energy as she opens a portal big enough to send the kaiju back to its home dimension*

kaiju: *stumbles right through*

Hawkeye: Hey, who added the toilet flush sound effect? *amused and appreciative*

Legacy: *closes the portal, then pitches forward*

Thora: *catches her, going to one knee and looking at the younger woman's face with concern*

Natasha: Where the *bleep* is Mira?

Hawkeye: I think she gave it the office. *watching Legacy*

Legacy: *so sleepy* *rambles off a set of coordinates, then* Got knocked stupider.

Ironman: I'll go get her.

Legacy: *to Tony* Be nice. Gonna have a headache later. *moving to sit up*

Ironman: She is a headache. *rockets away, trailing monster drool*

Thora: *concerned look for Legacy* Thou'rt pale.

Legacy: *snerk* She likes him lots. *to Thora* Gonna go sleeps. *small nod*

Hawkeye: *looks over from reporting in* Why does Stark get all the girls?

Natasha: *rolls her eyes at him cheerfully* How many girls do you need?

Legacy: Clint, s'hup already.

Hawkeye: *chuckles and shakes his head as he makes a lip zip gesture*

Natasha: Is he good now?

Legacy: Myup. *yawns and rubs at her eyes*

Thora: We'll soon have thee aboard the Quinjet. *stands and turns, carrying Legacy carefully* Then thou mayst sleep in thy berth once we have returned to the Helicarrier

Legacy: Mmmmnope.

Thora: *quizzical look as she continues toward the jet*

Bruce: *from the shadow of the jet* HEY! Don't take pictures of me in my underwear!

local woman: *totally unrepentant as she runs off laughing and hugging her cellphone*

Natasha: *snerk*

Legacy: *snickerfit* Star spangled boonies. *gonna try vanishing now, kthx*

Bruce: *looks at his black boxers* Where do you see... *looks up at the grunt of surprise from Clint* Stars?

Thora: *blink blink*


Back at the hidey-hole


Steve: *sleeping deeply and sprawled in the position of utter exhaustion* *needed badly to get away like this*

Legacy: *gonna crawl into bed next to him, careful to lay on his uninjured side*

Steve: *barely twitches*

grey fox: *lifts her head from where she'd been laying with her chin on the stranger's knee. Soft sounds for her friend*

Legacy: *quietly* Sleeps time, Sadie. *snuggles against Steve and closes her eyes*

Sadie: *puts her chin down again and shuts her bright eyes*

Steve: *turns his face toward the warmth he senses, and his sleep becomes even more relaxed*

Legacy: *quiet sigh as sleep takes her. Will dream of many things until she awakens*

((written with random_xtras))