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

[controlledvariable]

You can start a club. Personally victimized by Steph Brown; I'll make you jackets.

[She really shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she is, but... they're all getting along, and it's funny, and sometimes it's nice to know that she's still, well, got it.]

Or you could just both be grateful I at least put pants on.

[She'll stop soon, honest.]

[sharpes]

I would actually wear that jacket.

[Not even a word of a lie. As long as you did it in a nice font and that is officially the gayest thought he's ever had in his head thanks.]

I'm more grateful for the fact that asking nicely comes with the potential to get you out of them again.

[Innocent smile?]

[crotcharrow]

[God what the hell is even going on right now. Tommy just laughs because that's all he can really do.]

Does that trick work with underwear too?

[controlledvariable]

Don't tempt me.

[Regarding the jacket, not the. pants thing.

Althought that's valid, too. As is Tommy's question, which has Steph turning away from the stove to give him a wry smile]

You have to ask him nicely about that one. [Him being Brandon, of course, who she indicates with a tilt of her head.]

[sharpes]

[oh my god no what

what

no

oh my god he's so lucky he's an actor who does actor-y things because otherwise he would be a miserable puddle of everything right now.]

Hey, free country. I don't. I mean.

[Oh my god he is so jealous and he doesn't even know who of and it's really awkward to feel like a third wheel to your actual girlfriend flirting with the guy you sort of want to suck off and this is probably his least favourite day ever.]

It's up to Steph.

[H E L P.]

[crotcharrow]

What happened to 'I'm too possessive to let my girlfriend massage someone'? Because you just agreed to striptease.

[he snorts, laughing, looking up at Steph.]

So how nice we talking?

[controlledvariable]

[Okay, for all the fun she's having, Steph is completely imperceptive.

She walks over to face Brandon, bracing her hands on the counter so she can lean over and kiss his cheek. Just, you know, to reassure him she's not about to start taking her clothes off for Tommy, and then she goes back to add noodles into the soup.]

Extremely nice. Think, flowers and chocolates and candlelit dinners.

[she shoots Brandon a wry look over her shoulder, since they both know it took none of those things]

[sharpes]

No, I agreed to whatever she wants and is comfortable doing. There's a difference.

[He's not... correcting Tommy, just pointing it out. And he does relax a little when Steph kisses him, giving her a grateful smile. For all his posturing about his ego, he's. Kind of fragile. And this helps.]

And jewellery. That too.

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy stops himself retorting since Steph and Brandon are kissing and well. He's probably treading dangerous ground right now. Last time they flirted it ended up in a huge argument, so Tommy is cool to just joke about it. It's not like anything is going to happen.]

I already brought you chocolate, does that count?

[controlledvariable]

You're too good for me.

[Obviously at Brandon, and it's mostly just a joke, considering the fact he's currently putting up with her flirting with another boy, and saying nice things like that.]

And it's a start. But he's serious about the jewellery, I expect diamonds and everything.

[Despite the fact that she hasn't worn any jewellery the entire time she's been in Keeliai.

After a second, she turns the stove off and goes to get bowls out of the cupboard.] Table?

[Rather than them all cramming onto the breakfast bar]

[sharpes]

Table.

[He takes the bowls from Steph over the breakfast bar and goes to set them out for everyone.

He. Doesn't want to think too closely about what the hell they're all talking about right now.]

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy thinks for a moment.]

Can you even get diamonds here? I mean, they come from the ground, right? And there's not a ground.

[It's a valid question, and it seems like the flirting is being derailed anyway. He peers over into the soup, wondering if he can get away with eating the majority of it because it certainly smelled amazing.]

Want me to carry anything?

[controlledvariable]

There are mountains, but I don't think the conditions would be right for diamonds, anyway.

[Steph shoos Tommy away from the soup, taking hold of his shoulder to point him toward the cutlery drawer. She's kind of picking up on the mood shift, and is willing to let go of the flirting; she was probably pushing it a little, anyway]

Take enough over for all of us, what do you boys want to drink?

[sharpes]

Unless the turtle's secretly made of magma or something. What does it say about my life that that actually wouldn't surprise me?

[He shrugs.]

Whatever.

[crotcharrow]

[He sets about digging around in the right drawer, and grabs enough for all of them.]

A giant magma sea turtle. [he pauses for a beat] Wouldn't surprise me either.

[He goes over and puts the cutlery on the table, sitting awkwardly beside Brandon, glancing over to Steph when she talks again.]

Same here, I don't care.

[controlledvariable]

It says your life is alarmingly exciting. I'll be surprised enough for the both of you.

[She gets out three glasses and pours three glasses of juice, since she figures the boys could probably use the the sugar. Once all the glasses are on the table, she takes a seat]

Who wants to say grace? [the deadpan delivery is ruined by the smile she can't quite hide.]

[sharpes]

[oh god Tommy why are you sitting next to him there are other places to sit asshole why--]

It's a superhero thing.

[And then he just gives Steph a Look. He's grateful in a way, it saves him from having to look at Tommy.]

I will electrocute both of you if you even try.

[crotcharrow]

[Tommy snorts at the mention of grace, grinning up at Steph.]

You can't be serious, right?

[controlledvariable]

I might be, but I don't really want to risk electrocution.

[No, no she's not serious. She's also well aware Brandon wouldn't actually electrocute her (Tommy, maybe, still. But not her)]

[sharpes]

[He wiggles his fingers in her direction, lightning crackling between them as he does, and then sits back in his chair with one arm casually draped over the back.]

Wow, so, this feels like a sitcom. The speedster and the dude who can manipulate lightning walk into a bar...

[he gestures to Tommy who should obviously continue this story.]

[crotcharrow]

[He rolls his eyes at Brandon]

Do you listen to yourself? [BECAUSE REALLY a sitcom.]

Anyway, I'd be in the bar already, you'd be trailing behind me. Duh.

[controlledvariable]

[She sticks her tongue out at the crackling lightning, because she's an adult]

Neither of you are old enough to be in a bar. And anyway, I'm pretty sure if it was any sort of show it'd be one of those crappy teen dramas.

[THAT SHE SECRETLY LOVES DON'T TELL ANYONE]

Like Gossip Girl with superpowers. [alarming or awesome; she can't decide]

[sharpes]

Depends on the bar. Redneck watering hole, maybe. The Viper Room? It'd be the other way around, Shepherd.

[Yep.]

And hey you can get into a club when you're underage. You just have to know the right people.

[Like he does. Because trololo.

And then Steph mentions Gossip Girl and he just grins.]

You do have that whole Blake Lively thing going on. You're prettier, though.

[crotcharrow]

[He gives Brandon a look.] If anyone's parents are cousins here, it's yours.

[And then he turns back to Steph.] Yeah, seriously, you say that like getting into bars is hard.

[controlledvariable]

Tommy. [It's a gentle reproach in response to the "cousins" thing]

[The comment about Blake Lively earns Brandon a smile, but she doesn't respond other than that]

Let me pretend that you're both responsible people who don't illegally get into bars.

[because she was the paragon of virtue when she was younger, clearly]