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

[sharpes]

[At least it's a decent apology, even if Brandon is still a little irritated. And one more look at Steph pretty much solidifies it.]

Just watch out for debris. It's still shitty out there.

[It's not a 'get out' so much as 'I agree with your tactical assessment to withdraw'. But he does nudge Steph's foot under the table in an attempt to get her to look at him properly.]

[crotcharrow]

[He frowns at Steph and then pushes away from the table, disappearing to put his bowl at least in the sink, and then reappears just to catch what Brandon says. He rubs the back of his neck.]

Yeah. I'll bring your clothes back later.

[he pauses, biting his lip.]

Thanks for the food. [And then he's gone.]

[controlledvariable]

[She ignores the nudge for the moment, following Tommy's movements instead, even if she can't actually see him until he stops moving.]

You're welcome. [She nearly adds "goodbye", but he's gone before she gets a chance, so she lets it go unsaid.

Instead, she rests her elbows on the table, drops her head into her hands, and lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.]

Fuck. Sorry.

[She's not quite sure what she's apologizing for, maybe just for - taking the joke too seriously.]

[sharpes]

It's fine, it's cool.

[He gets up and goes to give her a hug because girlfrand. :(]

That was a supremely dickish thing to say and I'm like, the king of supremely dickish things. Trust me, you've got a right to be upset.

[controlledvariable]

You're not the king of supremely dickish things.

[She sighs, but leans into the hug, appreciating it]

If nothing else, Shepherd's good at letting me know where my weak points are. [Between this and his last dumb comment.

It doesn't escape her notice that Damian has said a similar thing about weak points to her, but she doesn't dwell on it.]

[sharpes]

I think you're contractually obligated to say that. Just like telling me I'm handsome or something.

[He kisses her hair.]

I guess that's something. One positive, right?

[controlledvariable]

I don't remember signing a contract.

[This isn't some 50 Shades of Gray bullshit]

Just one. [and then because she doesn't really want to dwell on it:] You feeling any better?

[For having had something to eat, she's still a little worried about the whole getting struck by lightning thing]

[sharpes]

[He laughs a little. He knows better than to say 'we could fix that'.]

There's only two other people alive that could handle being struck by lightning better than me. And that's Thor and Storm. I'm fine, I promise.

[controlledvariable]

If you're sure. [she kisses his cheek, then starts to collect the dishes to take them back to the kitchen] I promise I'll stop fussing over you soon.

[she just worries okay]

[sharpes]

Can you fuss me into bed? I'm exhausted.

[There is actually no innuendo at all in that statement, if you can believe it.]

[controlledvariable]

I could. Or you could take yourself to bed while fuss at the kitchen, and then I can join you in a couple of minutes. [She doesn't want to leave a mess lying around, but she's also not gonna make him wait while she cleans up.]

[sharpes]

Deal.

[He's not even going to argue about sticking around to help with the dishes he is that tired. Instead he just kisses her cheek and heads for the bedroom.

By the time she's done he is going to be 110 percent passed the fuck out.]