Well shit that wasn’t what he was expecting. Though he should have known someone who’s power he could sense would react this way. Violence and darkness were in his blood, and no doubt in this man’s as well. It was only a moment he had to look Ky’lar over, and it didn’t tell him much. He was an older man, by probably ten years. Confident, but more than that. Self assured, someone with experience. So many things Aaron lacked, no matter how hard he tried.

“Well, I’d be obligated to stop you from doing that, for one thing.“

“You’re strong, but do you want to risk taking me on?“

Putting his hands on the chair opposite Ky’lar, he leaned closer. This wasn’t what he wanted to have happen here. He didn’t want to be starting fights, much less ones he didn’t know for sure he could win. “You’re not the only one here with power. So just… listen. I’m sure it’s in everyone’s best interest.”

Taking a step back, Aaron put a hand in his pocket. Fingers around his Avengers Identicard, he wondered how long it would take reinforcements to get here. No time at all, once they were in a quinjet. But how long to do that? Too long, if lives were on the line. He had to make sure it didn’t come to violence. 

“My name is Aaron, and I… could sense you. I needed to know if you were someone I should be concerned about. If you were coming after me, were a threat to me.“ Honesty hour, as it were. “And if I thought you were… I told myself, I’d have to take you down. So, the question is… are you?“

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Reaching for his drink, he gave a slight glance towards Aaron, but then returned his gaze back to the screen. He wasn’t going to deal with this right now.  “Fifty Eight seconds,” he said, moving the cup to his lips, and drinking it down.

He was at least giving Aaron time to explain. As for how long? Not enough, but quite honestly, Ky didn’t truly care either. In his mind, Aaron was someone who was a threat; one that could take his time away from him. 

“I’ve taken my Father on on several occasions and beings larger than Stark Tower,” he said flatly. “You still have time to explain yourself and prevent… a blood bath.” 

Either way, Ky didn’t care what happened, but this place was the only coffee shop this side of town with an excellent selection. So, he had a slight soft spot in his mind for it,  but not a large one.

“So, the question isn’t what I am,” he said, moving to take a sip, and then sighing that the cup was empty. “It’s how you’re going to explain why someone so… lesser than myself is interrupting me.”

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