calm before the - wait, what? [open]

[sharpes]

Characters: Brandon Sharpe and ~open~
Location: All over the place during the Storm System This is forward-dated a little to accommodate various timelines whoops!
Situation: Brandon is giving that Big Damn Hero thing a try. He's about ten shades of not sure if want.
Warnings/Rating: Brandon's attitude.
Notes: Not really anything. Fly at, have fun. PM me if you wanna hash out something a little more structured.





[So, maybe storms aren't the usual superhero fare, but Brandon wouldn't exactly be up for facing anything more threatening than the Condiment King (whoops, DC crossover) on a bad day at the moment. Between missing his team, the dead bodies on the altar, losing his shit for a week and all the really hard conversations he's had with Steph? He's sort of feeling the aster.

But when you're somebody that controls lightning, a little bad weather really can't get you down.

So maybe his suit's soaked and chafing in all the wrong places, but Brandon is out and about, helping people get to safety (still sort of weird) and diverting lightning strikes when he's in the area (less weird) and generally trying not to live up to Pym's expectations.

For which you can totally thank Stephanie Brown.]

Comments

[crotcharrow]

If you zap me, I swear to god.

[but he DOES start moving.]

[sharpes]

Listen.

[Yeah, nope, grabbing him by the shoulder to jerk him back around.]

I don't hurt people unless they deserve it. And I don't let people get hurt unless I can't help it, okay? It's bad enough that all the Avengers back home think I'm some fucking supervillain waiting to happen, but I'm not. I don't need you throwing it in my face.

[wow he has a lot of feelings about this all of a sudden. IGNORING THE FACT THAT HE'S BEEN THREATENING TOMMY WITH IT FROM DAY ONE. And even though he sounds angry as hell, there's... something like desperation in his tone, too. He wants to be believed. Honestly, Steph's faith in him is one of the only reasons he's come as far as he has.]

[crotcharrow]

[Wow, Tommy totally objects to the shoulder grabbing, and tries to shover Brandon's hand off. Maybe this had been a bad idea. He scowls, pursing his lips to try and stop himself from just blurting something out over the howling wind, letting Brandon finish.]

Yeesh, I was kidding. [he snorts and attempts to shrug him off. And then he pauses for a moment, and adds:] The Avengers are bad at telling who's going to become a threat and who isn't. Don't listen to them, they don't know jack.

[sharpes]

I've noticed.

[Whatever. Emotional moment over. Brandon lets him go and scowls, throwing up another shield in the direction of the worse winds. Normally this takes effort and endurance but right now it's like nothing at all. And doing it... eases the vague nausea from the lightning strike.]

Come on.

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy makes a small 'psh' noise and rubs at his shoulder, scowling at Brandon's back before following after him, just as he puts the shield back up. Well, that certainly makes moving around in the storm easier. And since Tommy isn't exactly running anywhere right now, he follows next to Brandon, in an awkward silence.

It's weird. To not be completely butting heads with him.]

You think the turtle can feel the lightning bolts?

[sharpes]

Do you think it cares? The shell's like half a mile thick and the thing's bigger than Connecticut.

[Shrug.]

[crotcharrow]

Y'don't have to tell me, I've been all over this thing.

[I WAS MAKING CONVERSATION OK...]