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[oorah]

(𝙪𝙣:𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙜) 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩, 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 & 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉.

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[underachievement]

[ she nearly fails to cap her exasperation with him, a warning ebb at the ends of her fingers. ]

That was not awesome! [ he sounds like Kamala, who would probably agree with him. where Jess ought to be pleased, she's just perturbed. ] You wanted me to fire that at you!

[oorah]

[ he scratches at his head and observes the crater, shrugging his other shoulder. ]

I still think we should try it. [ when is he going to get another chance at this, huh!!! ]

[underachievement]

[ Jesus, if yellow is friendly and honest then red's looking like reckless and deathwishy. granted it would be good to know for if and when their devices return to normal. she's over due to make an enemy. ]

No, no way. Not yet. Let me get a handle on it first. Then -- maybe. [ but they're doing it her way. there's no shortage of fodder to practice her aim on in the meantime. step one: keep your damn eyes open, Jones. ]

[oorah]

[ he laughs again like it's all a big joke. because to him right now? it seems like nbd. it's not like she murdered him once - oh wait. frank gets the dogs to behave and get behind her so they're not in the line of fire. bruno, predictably, jumps back into frank's arms. ] How did you get it to work? [ an idle ask as he also keeps behind the line at her behest. and also to watch because yes, still cool!!! ]

[underachievement]

[ she postpones answering since the first shot could have been a fluke. his curiosity is enough to fuel an eye roll. instead she fixes her stare on a buckled doorway and channels the urge down her arm until light flies from her fingertips. the door cracks in half and clatters into the house, sending a plume of snow out from the entrance. the radius of the second blast is narrower but she hesitates to take credit for that. ]

Getting riled up seems to work.

[oorah]

...I think I like it when you get riled up. [ if this is what it looks like. he'll save the rest of his commentary as she works, idly adjusting bruno's coat and petting his hairless body. ]

[underachievement]

[ slightly winded, heart racing, shoulders loosening up? a little manic in her depressive? she huffs and rubs her hands together, attempting to spread the warmth of dissipated energy around. a sarcastic response, however worthy, seems exquisitely skippable now that she's focused. lucky him. ]

Your bubble's the same size mine was, right? [ she raises her arm and readies a blast as if he's agreed. this round, her target is debris from her previous projectiles, strewn atop the snow. she seemingly misses upon firing, blowing a hole in the packed snow several inches away that still sends it skidding back and smoking briefly. ]

[oorah]

It's not a contest, Jess. [ but then a soberer answer: ] Should be, though. Yeah - why? Do you have an idea? [ he sounds a little too pumped about the prospect, honestly. ]

[underachievement]

I don't have to aim at you, just... it. [ her Metroid cannon resumes lock-on to the two-by-four, then shifts incrementally off to the right. the blast isn't as ready to form and fire. Jess has to squeeze her eyes shut with confusingly generic effort, on top of remarking on what a jackass he is, before she sees fireworks. ]

[oorah]

That works, too. [ that one spooks bruno and frank lets him down so he can hide behind aretha who couldn't seem less concerned where she's conked out in the snow. ] It's cool, right? What's it feel like?

[underachievement]

[ Jess shakes her head, shirking off his admiration. he really should've been the one to get yellow. he could be confident in his control. and not have to ask her about it. ]

Warm. Like having your hands around a mug of hot coffee? [ it's accurate but sounds too positive, so she adds ] And dangerous. [ not unlike a mug of hot coffee, if you're not careful ]

[oorah]

[ he hums thoughtfully at that. it's only at this juncture he realizes he may have been insensitive, oops. ]

Is it scary?

[underachievement]

[ her postures settles frankly. of course it is! she's volatile yo ]

Right now, no, but what if I blow a hole in the wall while I'm sleeping?

[oorah]

[ he considers that seriously. ] Then I'd fix it.

[underachievement]

[ a hard sigh. she could fix it too and even though she'd let him because he'd do a better job, it's beside the point. ]

And if I blow a hole through you? You won't have a heads up anymore. [ she wiggles her fingers, like at any point they had decided that gesture indicates spidey sense ]

[oorah]

It's not gonna happen, Jess. [ he sounds confident in that, eyes tracking to her little spidey sense gesture with a reserved smile. she's still so scared of hurting him, and he finds himself reaching out for her elbow so they can be face to face again. ] Can you try? Trusting yourself even half as much as I do. [ it would probably make this training sesh a lot easier, for one. ]

[underachievement]

[ her weight shifts to the side he's connected to as Jess looks away briefly, worrying her lip. she doesn't feel she's worry any more than the right amount but if he's tired of her self-doubt, she's exhausted. ]

I'll feel better when I know for sure. You're still staying at Elektra's. [ it's sort of a question even if it doesn't sound like one. Jess wasn't under the impression he was coming back home tonight -- it only just became imperative to confirm it. ]

[oorah]

[ even in this state, he could never be tired of her. but he does worry for how she stresses herself out, often even more than his og self spectacularly enough. his hand tightens on her forearm as his brows knit together in confusion. ] No, I... wait. Do you want me to?

[underachievement]

[ he was planning on coming back tonight? oh. her tongue flicks across her bottom lip, her free shoulder shrugging limply. ]

No. I just want you to be safe. [ if she chooses to, she can sleep on the couch, which he'll argue to take if she tells him ahead of time. until crunch time, there's no harm in pursuing Plan C: ] If you trust me... I'll try. With a bottle of wine.

[oorah]

Jess... [ his thumb rubs against the ditch of her elbow, and suddenly he's not very interested in pursuing this training exercise. not until she's feeling it anyway, and isn't talking about killing him. ] Of course I trust you. Come on.

[underachievement]

[ her chest shutters with a self-deprecating huff, her gaze falling away freely. she slips an arm around his waist, nudging her forehead to his ]

It'll be nice to have you back.

[oorah]

[ he closes his eyes when their faces slot together. something lurches behind his breastbone, something he hasn't felt since the start of this weird weird day. he wraps his free hand around her back, kissing her temple before resting back against her again. ]

I didn't mean to stay away.

[underachievement]

I get it. [ she mutters against his cheek where she means to kiss him. in speaking, the opportunity escapes her. she can feel one or both dogs nudging at her shins. or slapping them with a tail. ] Is Kamala okay with... [ him coming back ] Does she know?

[oorah]

Yeah. [ his voice is gravelly, but even. she had seemed upset this morning though he still can't place why. for some reason he thinks it has something to do with his color swap than their fight last week. ] We're okay. I think. [ both hands close around her tightly now, laying his head on her shoulder. ]

[underachievement]

[ Jess chuckles, meaning for it to sound more sarcastic than it does. ]

She is way too good for us.