“Technically you can.” Mal retorted, rolling her eyes at her fiance. Platformed boots carried the pixie over to the hunter, hands reaching out to caress his bare chest. Glowing green eyes fixed him with a worried look. “Are you going to show me or do I have to give you a thorough physical?” Whether he had healed or not, Mal had felt the pain bite into her flesh, gnawing at her nerves and making her wince. Any pain made her fret about her bonded, often biting her lower lip and pacing as she wondered whether he’d return to her or not. “I knew I should’ve gone with you.”
“I don’t know how,” Jace teased, trying to keep her as calm as possible. He moved to lay a hand over hers, guiding it to his side where he scar was almost gone. “I’m fine, Mal.” he promised, leaning to kiss her forehead. “It’ll be completely healed by the morning. We needed you here, and it felt way worse than it actually was.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” Wanda shrugged, there was no point hiding things from Steve, he’d find out later in training anyway. “Nightmares.” Grabbing the coffee pot Wanda poured herself a large cup, drinking it straight before helping herself to another cup. It probably wasn’t healthy relying on coffee to keep herself awake and active but it got her through the day. “Staring at my ceiling seemed pointless.” Nursing her drink she took a seat beside Steve, one eyebrow raised as she gazed at him. “So what has you frowning this early in the morning?”
Steve watched her for a moment, worried for her rest. She was still young, despite her experiences, after all. Some fatherly instinct in him hated seeing her so battle weary. It was the same with Peter, who somehow found a way to sleep after everything. “Long night. Just got back from my run about half an hour ago.” he half-lied. He still had a tendency of keeping to himself, deep down afraid of his own emotions at full power. The last time he’d let himself get lost in what he was feeling, he’d almost killed Tony.
“Is that a challenge…?” Ruby waved her hand, silently asking for a name from him. Crimson lips curls into a cheeky grin, eyes closing as she took a deep breath in. To anyone else it would appear as though she was enjoying the fresh air, the truth was she was taking in his scent. Ruby had a keen nose, it was the wolf in her, and her wolf was usually pretty good at picking out how they liked their drinks. With a hum her eyes opened once more. “I’m getting dark chocolate, rich and slightly bitter, with a hint of chili. You also seem like you’d prefer cherry but usually end up ordering the apple pie.”
“Bucky,” the brunette replied. Bucky was doing better around people, but on days like today, he couldn’t really handle the crowds and loud noise, so he’d gone for a walk in the park, and then headed home when he spotted the cafe and decided he could handle people if it meant a warm meal. He arched a brow at her guess, the closest he came to being impressed. “The question is if you can beat Steve’s.” he grinned, ignoring the pie comment. It had been a while since he let himself have any kind of pie, but he was slowly returning to some state of normal.
“Not an intern.” Lucas snapped back, rolling his eyes as he made himself comfortable on the chair, feet flying up to rest on the table top just to irritate Stark. A small measure of rebellion for the insult. “Lucas Wolenczak, resident Tech Support for the Seaquest.” Seaquest was the military’s pride and joy, a self-sustaining submarine that could neutralize militant threats but was mostly designed as a scientific research vessel. “You got your first degree from MIT when you were sixteen right? I’m working on my third.” His mouth twisted into a smug smirk, leaning back in the chair while he stared at Tony.
Tony rolled his yes. “So telling me your credentials is supposed to…what? Get you on my good side?” he asked, pausing to smack the kid’s feet off his desk. “And you’ll respect my workshop or you can go back to your little seapod. SHIELD isn’t paying me enough to babysit.” he said sharply.
Gwen grinned, dropping down from the wall to land beside him. Everything was so much better between them now they had a shared secret, no more lies about where he was going, and now she could keep up with him. “Ready to own college. I mean, I’m smart and I’m in a band, that totally makes me Queen of the Campus, right?” With a snort to let him know she wasn’t serious about being the top girl in college, she dropped down to sit on his bed. “I kid, but I am super-ready to go to college with my best friend. Have you seen him? He’s usually running around in a spandex onesie and basically looking like a big dork.”
Peter watched her and reached up to run a hand through her hair. “Well, you’ll be Queen of my world, does that count?” he asked, smiling. “I think college will be fun, since we’re in this together. And y’know, my best friend runs around looking like an adorable little ghost dork.” he countered, nudging her arm with his. “Any gigs coming up I need to tag along for?”
Peter rolled his eyes, laughing at the question. “I’m alright. Ready to get college out of the way already.” he mused, closing his current textbook to look at her. “How’re you?”
“Fancy meeting you here.” Mal smirked at the nephilim when he entered their room. “Are you stalking me, because that would be creepy.”
Jace rolled his eyes as he walked into their room. “You can’t stalk your fiance, Mal.” he teased. “Besides, you enjoy the attention I give you too much anyway.” he moved to take the cut shirt off, glad the wound was healed, but he knew Mal had felt the burn from it.
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