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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 4:53 pm
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Viktoriya sighed wearily. "AJ, you're never really off duty." Which was a correct assumption. AJ carried his 'hero' card about as close as Vik could see Billie carrying her 'Game Stop' card. Right now she didn't want a hero, she just wanted someone to talk with. Talk, AJ could do. But Vik didn't think he could do it without thinking about how what anything she said would affect the Starks, Liz, and his own family.
It made sharing anything shy of a sharp remark a bit difficult. That thought in mind, she found the will to leave his decidedly comfortable embrace and turn back to the bars. "But if you ever find yourself with the shield hung up for the night, I'm sure I'd give it a go." Her accent changed into the one she had used as Bailey the first time they met, preppy, bright, and completely not Vik. It was time to start deflecting and play nothing more than uninterested again.
☭Location: Stark Tower, Avengers Floor, Traning Room.
☭Current Mood: Frustrated
☭Current Accent: Brooklyn
☭Current Thoughts:
*sigh* So conflicted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:16 pm
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AJ frowned, recalling how Vik acted as "Bailey", and he was reminded yet again that she wasn't the average person; she was a spy and assassin, and more than likely the daughter of the Black Widow herself; that little loose end hadn't been followed up with yet.
"I'm sorry you don't trust me enough to think I'm serious." he said, and his tone was genuine-- and a little wounded. "I don't carry my father's shield yet; I don't feel like I've earned it. And it's six-thirty AM, on a Saturday; I'm off duty."
He shook his head, sighed, and moved back over to the weights, preparing to start with them again.
Current Mood: Calm, slightly hurt
Current Location: Stark Tower, Avengers Floor, Training Room |
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 6:20 pm
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Dutifully she ignored the hurt in his words and jumped to catch the bar. One...two...three. It was easy as that, and she was in the air. The only aspect of the Red Room training she had ever really cared for had been the Gymnastics. Most specifically the flying and tumbling bits. When she was up in the air, the world lost in a haze of spinning colors, she hadn't really needed to think.
Naturally AJ seemed to be invading that small realm of not-thinking too. *You really shouldn't have said that.* No, she probably should not have. But it had worked, hadn't it? AJ had dropped the subject, and Viktoriya had regained her Ice Queen facade.
*What exactly was the use of upsetting the only person in this place who doesn't seem to hate you?* Guilt colored her thoughts, the next time she touched the bars it slapped hard against her palms. Viktoriya gritted her teeth and attempted to regain focus. It was no use, her thoughts simply kept returning to the fact that she had once again offended AJ. *Fine. I'll attempt to fix it. Not that it's a good idea. I'm sure it will end with someone getting injured anyways.*
In the same moment she decided to put her foot in her mouth willingly, Viktoryia released the bar. She flipped expertly to alight on the ground and continued walking in one simultaneous movement towards AJ. He had gone from the low weights to something about midrange from the amount of strain on his torso she could see. Vik forcefully focused on a spot on the wall in front of her until she reached the press. Otherwise, she'd be staring and forget what she was going to say. Or have an excuse not to say it, anyways.
As it was, she was trying to talk herself out of it anyways. Pretend she was just heading to the weights, forget the whole apology, and keep the facade running. For some reason that was unsavory to her. Sighing inwardly, she pointedly placed a hand on AJ's weight to stop his rep and peered down at him, red hair tumbling from her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Ah the irony, only a month ago she had told him apologies weren't in her repertoire.
☭Location: Stark Tower, Avengers Floor, Traning Room.
☭Current Mood: Apologetic
☭Current Accent: Russian
☭Current Thoughts:
*sigh* So conflicted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 7:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 7:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:02 am
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A wide grin drew across Billie's lips during Liz's impression of a Southern Belle; it was quite good, actually, and added to the whole cute-as-a-button thing the woman had going for her. The conversation shifted again to the sort of "collaboration" the young Stark was looking forward too. Mmmm... all this science and Liz... that's a recipe for a happy Billie...
However, as her girlfriend brought up her actual idea for what she meant by "collaboration", Billie merely leaned her backside against the counter and blinked for a moment. "Super-vodka for the Czarina of Bitchiness..." She repeated the general idea of the plan out-loud. "I'm not sure whether my genius should feel threatened, or my head should explode from how much more attractive that train of thought has just made you."
She leaned in a bit closer to Liz's perch on the counter, her somewhat placid, taken expression turning to a feisty smirk as she kept her eyes on Pym's. "Either way... I love it. Let's do it." There was a pause and, somewhat awkwardly this time, Billie leaned in for another kiss. If Liz had been paying enough attention, she could've easily caught at least part of the awkwardness as Billie thought to herself: I'm not trying for kisses too much, right? I mean... we are dating, but...
Current Mood/Thoughts: "... I've never felt so turned on by a scienctific endeavor before... Wait, yes I have. False alarm."
Current Location: Stark Tower, Billie's Lab
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:31 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 6:58 pm
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A bit taken by her girlfriend's insistence on breaking through her adorable uncertainty, Billie adjusted to the kiss pleasantly, and as it concluded she could simply smile to herself. "Well, I guess that settles it, then..." She said, patting Liz's thigh firmly for a second before turning back to her computers and equipment. "You, Liz Pym, have broken perfect. You've surpassed it."
Already she began typing up the chemical compounds for various makes of alcohol; trying to decide which would be the most effective to manipulate. "We'll have to save the celebrations for your accomplishment once we find a way to loosen up Ice-Princess. Remember: In Soviet Russia, drunk gets you!" She chuckled out the incredibly convincing Russian accent she put on just for the joke, and shook her head as she looked to her consoles.
Current Mood/Thoughts: "Time for science..."
Current Location: Stark Tower, Billie's Lab
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:53 pm
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