Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

As you came out of the bedroom with a bag, I was slick in slipping the folder into it. I had no bag on me, and no way to carry it if things went south. As much as I wondered what was in the bag, or why it was even ready and packed, I just kept my thoughts to myself. I tried not to laugh at your comment on pissing me off, but I couldn't help but smile and chuckle slightly. It wasn't the first time someone had said that to me, but I had least expected it from the infamous Winter Soldier. That's rich, coming from you. I teased lightly, hoping you wouldn't get offended from my reference to your lengthy kill-list. Realistically, I probably wasn't even using that expression properly, but it made sense in my mind being that English was not my first language. Brushing off the comment of the shooting, I shrugged. Save me your chivalry, Casanova. I think you were relying on her to react and shoot. I looked over to you, my expression soft as I looked down at your bag. I didn't seem mad. But I also think you trusted that I could handle it. I showed a small hint of a smile. It was the smart thing to do. The push surprised the both of us, making it both believable and difficult control. Ultimately, it meant the end for Mystique in that battle. I followed your lead with no questions. I had asked you to trust me, and you had. Now it was my turn to return the favor. Quickly grabbing my coat off of the ground, I swayed it around my shoulders and slipped into it in one movement. Right after, I felt your fingers grasp my wrist. As reminded me not to be upset, I could only look down in silence. I had no words for what I had done. I had no excuse. And worse, no remorse. I felt shame, but I would do it all again without even a blink. As we exited the building, I pulled my wrist from your grip and entwined my fingers with yours. With my opposite hand, I caressed the same arm complete a full embrace, as to resemble a couple. Keep your head down, I whispered right before we passed two men dressed in black. I threw my head back and started to laugh out loud. I smacked your chest playfully, pretending to be laughing at something you had said. The men didn't take a second a look. Discreetly looking over my shoulder, I checked for any potentially suspicious or threatening individuals. I saw no one. Despite the area being clear, I didn't release myself from your body. As we approached train tracks, my body stiffened in your grasp. My eyes widened slightly. Uh- I hesitated as I watched the freight train chug down the line. A brief flashback from my past urged me to run the other direction, but it was in that moment that I thought of you. Gazing up to your stern expression, concentrating on the machinery in the distance, I realized something crucial. If you could get on a train, the very tool of transportation that sent you falling to the depths of hell in 1945, I could do it to. Letting go of the embrace, I shouted over the sound of steel wheels rolling. Ah, yes! I nodded mockingly, Train-jumping! I exclaimed, My favorite pass-time! I was being heavily sarcastic. I watched as you made the first jump and opened up the side-panel. Mirroring your actions, I ran after the train and grabbed your hand. Once you swung me in the cart, I did my best to reciprocate by pulling you in. As you lay there, I stayed standing, clasping onto the edge of the open-door as I looked out to the landscape. My long dark hair swayed in the wind. I was lost in thought. It was only when you sat back up and began to speak, did I break from my trance and turn away from the door. Can't say this is where I saw myself two hours ago. I joked and walked over to you. I leaned my back against the wall before allowing my heels to drag forward. My body slid down until I was sitting on my behind right next to you. Looking over to you, I smiled, But I'm glad it's with you. Only the two most famous mutant-villains of all time. I answered. You've got a lot of catching up to do, I added, with a cheeky grin. My eyes fell onto you as I chuckled lightly. They run the Brotherhood of Mutants - an organization made up solely on gifted humans - mutants - who pretty much share an anti-human philosophy. They believe mutants have evolved to be a superior race. You can imagine just how adored they are. More sarcasm. I shook my head lightly. Magneto... his name is Max Eisenhardt. He was a Jew enslaved in Auschwitz in 1944... Pausing for a second, I kept my eyes on the moving trees. I helped him escape . I waited a moment for the idea of my age to sink in. Turning my head to you, I smirked, I'm almost as old as you old man . My quirky smile stretched across my face. It was blatantly obvious that I exerting much effort in holding back my laughter.