❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞
❛ So—- is it safe to assume that you being around the crime scene was just an UNFORTUNATE coincidence?❜ not that he completely ruled out a coincidence… Every lead had to be “explored”, in such an early stage of the investigations.
❛ i’d like to call it that i was on the RIGHT place at the RIGHT time. ❜ a simple statement, nothing more, and nothing less. ky had been there for a reason; he always ended up bloody when he was having fun. more importantly, he didn’t think explanations would actually help him in this case – not when he was facing someone who would want him behind bars for what he was DECENT at. ❛ simply that. ❜
As jarring as that possibility was, it was worth considering. Working proactively had, after all, saw him put an end to the soothsaying jotun giants before their prophetic visions could weave a displeasing tale. By rights, the same logic should thus apply to the one known as Kratos, too. A ghostly thorn in the side of the aesir gods.
“I must admit, your advice is sound. Though the matter of carrying it out may prove…problematic.” It wasn’t as though there was much that could be researched on Kratos, at least not this far north. The passage of time, as well as his reputation for killing the majority of individuals who had earned his acrimony had the additional effect of seeing his name and legacy omitted from scrolls, tableaus and various other forms of media used by the ancient mortals to record their pitiful take on the life and times of the gods.
“He is not someone who is bespoken for. What gods knew of him fell at his hands, and there are no more humans left alive that can speak of the time he spent as a man living amongst mortals. So you can see the type of…quandary that I find myself at odds with.”
“There are far more ways to find out about a person than asking questions,” he said bluntly. “The gods may be dead, but he isn’t – is he?” Oh, Ky was starting to get at something, but he wasn’t about to voice his thoughts on the matter. No, he’d let that come out in time, and while his plan may be sound? He wasn’t going to voice it to Thor.
Getting involved with Gods ( especially one’s like the one before him ) spelled bad news. Even more so since Ky had strict orders to not get involved with them. If his family knew about this little chat? Well, he’d be dragged back ‘home’ quicker than he could say ‘sorry’ ( more or less ).
“All men, even Gods such as yourself can die – It’s all a matter of apply the right pressure.” A pause. “From what i know of the Ghost of Sparta, he’s defied fate several times over, and doesn’t take kindly to threats against himself or his twisted sense of family.”
“i fail to see how that is my problem.” his tone, for what it was worth seemed firm on the matter. after-all, he didn’t think this was his problem – he’d been told time and time again this wasn’t his world. that he didn’t belong here. so, he might as well start acting the part; first step was to avoid assistance even if it could have been so easy to do so.
“if they decide to terrorize the city, i believe the one who should… put them back, so to speak would be the one who summoned them here in the first place.” not that ky could really talk on the matter – he’d brought loads of demons with him on his trips, but usually because they wanted out. most were harmless (to demon standards), but still, he didn’t see why this concerned him.
“unless,” ky continued on, hands moving to rest on the edges of the book she was currently reading, “you give me something i want.” it was a deal he was proposing. nothing more and nothing less, but all the same, he doubted she’d even consider it.
no
more games. this needed to stop one way or another. the longer they
stood there the more likely a crowd would show up and when it did?
he’d have no other choice. he’d been trying to give this kid a chance
to come in quietly, he’d given him the option to come willingly and
instead — the kid had decided to fight him time and time again. and
what was worse was the fact his orders were to take him in one way or
another. it was frustrating when this kid had put his foot down each
time he reminded him of what needed to be done.
steve
had always followed orders, had always done what he thought was
right. but shield — unfortunately, he knew what shield tended to do
with mutants and those like them. “there was no —” he
hadn’t offered up a third option but something told him this kid had
already figured something out. even though he knew that there would
be hell to pay it would be better than dragging this kid to his
death. or worse.
“so
we get into a scuffle and you end up getting away.” he had to
give the kid credit. it was a good idea and one that would make both
of them look good. and it wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten in scrapes in
the past. if anything, fighting was something that came naturally to
him. the only problem would be whether or not they could pull it off
and have it look real. just because they threw a few punches didn’t
mean it would be believable to anyone else. and his bosses needed to
understand that he had tried his best to drag this kid in.
unfortunately, steve knew that his tenacity would be his downfall. he
wasn’t too keen on letting someone go but in this case? it was the
only way they’d be able to make this work.
taking
a few moments, he knew that it was either this or something far
worse. and with people milling about not too far from them it wasn’t
a risk he was willing to take. “no, it’s not a great
suggestion,” he told him, running a hand through his hair as he
rocked back onto his heels. if anything it really was one of the
worst. but what other choice did they have? “but you won’t come
with me and i can’t just let you go without a fight. it’s the only
thing that’ll work for both of us.”
when ky said he wanted to make a fight look real, he meant it. no pulling punches, no pulling anything, and everything would be accurate. it would be a fight with a pre-determined winner, but nothing would be off limits. nothing would be considered ‘out of bounds’ – even to the point of calling in backup ( should steve wish to do so ).
ky wanted to make this fight look authentic as possible – that way, he could get out of here free and clear. sure, he’d have shield after him down the line, but that was the usual. at least when a short head-start, it would make things easier, and he knew where to hide.
“more so think of me advancing in another direction; we fight, i manage to get away, and i won’t be dragged in by who you work for.” shield, hydra, and everyone else – they were all the same. he either would be lost in the cracks, sealed away, or weaponized. truth be told, it wouldn’t have mattered – when word reached his father, everyone involved would be in for a load of hurt, but that was a story for another time entirely.
“it might not be the best, but if you have another option? well, we have a little more time before you have to make a decision. either way? i’m not going to end up in a cell or in some lab who knows where.”
ky then sucked in a deep breath as he took a step forward. “so, i think it’s time you chose – either way… i’m going to walk away from this. with or with out your assistance.” he just hoped things would go a more easy way – he may have always been ready for a real fight, but not in this case. not when there was just too many unknown factors into play.
Hellfirebound 