even if he’s right, it doesn’t change anything. she can’t look at the world with such a cynical perspective and still do her job effectively. terragenesis gave her a gift and she promised herself that she would do something good with it. she’d make a difference. or at least that had been her ambition when she was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. now that she isn’t anymore, she doesn’t have a primary objective. “I don’t believe that. there’s always good people out there, always. its the ones like you that try to stifle their voices and I’m not letting you do it to me.” he can’t corrupt her because her faith was unshakable. if there was no hope left for humanity than they were lost and she can’t accept that.
“i highly doubt that.” he wasn’t trying to cover up anyone’s voice. no, he was simply laying out the facts of the matter towards her. if that meant saying harsh facts? so be it, he could deal with that when the time came. “people are never truly good. i know that as fact.” or that was just what he thought at least. “believe what you want, but every human is a potential killer.”
“it’s barely even noon, what have you done to get shot at twice?” not that she cares of course. if he’s pissed someone off then they think she’s an accomplice and she really didn’t need that kind of attention.
“do you really want to know?” he could have told her right away, but there was actual doubt she would care. least of all about what he did when he was feeling… a bit bored. “i mean, for the record, they were asking for it.”
if she agreed, would that make her an accessory? no idea. the legal thing isn’t her area of expertise for a reason. it was tempting though. less cops on her ass meant fewer trips to the police station and she’s had more than enough of those. “you can do whatever the hell you want, just don’t trace it back to me and we’re good.” can’t do her job if she was in prison. what he does with his free time was none of her business so if he wanted to burn the place down, more power to him. as long as she’s not involved. thousand dollar tab. lucky bastard has money to blow while she struggles to make ends meet, leaving in this crap apartment with loud neighbors. “what’s the catch?” no one can suggests something like that without a catch.
he wasn’t expecting her to say yes – even if it was in her own way. taking out over a massive chunk of the police force would be easy and they wouldn’t trace it back to her. he would make sure of that … more or less. “no catch.” a lie, there was always a catch. he just wanted – no, needed someone to be with. to have company. he could have picked up some random girl and killed them, but he already had grown bored of doing that. a reason to why he thought treating her would be the best bet. “none at all.”
well that came out of left field. at first she wonders what the hell brought it on, looking back at him with her best ‘what the fuck’ expression. “do I look like some doe-eyed little schoolgirl to you?” she’s almost offended by the suggestion this is whatever he’d implied it was. “you’re not completely repulsive and you have decent taste in alcohol but believe me, I’m not interested in anything else.”
part of him wanted to respond sarcastically; to dig himself in with a blade that was so easy for him, but instead, ky decided to deal with things straight forward. “you sure about that? ‘cause, i’m quite sure that if i stick around long enough you might become attached.” or, at least that was what he thought.
if she didn’t know better she’d think she touched a nerve. if he even had any to speak of. she’s been around him long enough to question it, temper bristling at his comment that her response had flown out of her mouth without hesitation. in a way it was true. he only saw what he wanted to see because that’s all that had mattered to him. she hadn’t gone out of her way to prove him wrong and apparently that’s where it fell apart. “I’m not playing at anything.” tone’s sharper than glass when she throws his words back at him. “I’m trying to live my life with as few casualties as possible and if that means not being 100% honest, I’m okay with that.” the truth was relative and it’s not like he’d been very forthcoming either.
once upon a time… he may have wished the same. to get through his life with no casualties, but that wasn’t how the world worked. not around him at least. it was usually have a rampage and then calm down. the morality of it didn’t concern him. not anymore. “ you say that now, but do you really believe that? you might not be playing something now, but you will be. ” or so he thought at least. “ do what you want, but keep me out of it. I have enough problems with out you.”
there was a roll of his eyes. “i wouldn’t do anything for you anyways. far too loud for my liking.” not to mention she clashed with his style. “an’ for the record? we’re not friends.” even if she was as close as he was to actually having one.
“give me a computer and a good wifi connection and I could do it for you no problem.” it might take her longer than it used to since she was out of practice but she could still get it done. it’d feel good to get back to the basics again. remember who she used to be before S.H.I.E.L.D. became her entire life. “what’s in your records that you’re wanting to erase?” and how deep will she have to go to do it?
now, that was something he could do. a decent computer with a wifi connection? check. wouldn’t even be hard to find in all reality. once that was done… she could do what he wanted. “everything.” at least… everything she could get ahold of. several fires and the investigation into the death’s of his grandparents / guardians would still be there. a reason he wanted them erased… as well as whatever record besides that was on file also. “and i mean everything.”
he could say the same if he really wanted to. as someone who has spent the last century and a half burning every bridge he’s ever come across, it’s strange to find one that’s more durable than the rest. this still doesn’t make them friends though. nothing would do that since they’ve already stated that they aren’t. “if you’re waiting for me to agree, we’ll be here all night. which I don’t mind if it means you’re paying.”
“all night it is.” getting damon to agree on anything was a challenge, but then again, it was worth it. not to mention as long as the tab was below five grand things wouldn’t be so bad. “just you, me, and drinking the place dry.” well, as dry as they could.
he should have silenced himself shortly after he spoke. of course, that would have meant he had restraint. for the most part, he didn’t. nor did he think it was ever needed. well, not really at least. not when he didn’t feel it to be important.
“how ‘bout you make me.” his words were meant to taunt her, but more to the point… to show he wasn’t going to stop.
for every step he takes, she retreats one in return. self-preservation, she tells herself. not fear. if he was going to kill her then he’d have one hell of a fight on his hands because she wasn’t going down quietly. “you KILLED them! it’s exactly what it looks like and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.” she couldn’t believe she actually thought he was different. that maybe he was trustworthy if not good and then he does something terrible like thiswithout any warning whatsoever.
man she sure knew how to pick ‘em.
“then why don’t you call your friends then?” it was more than a simple statement. it was a taunt. one that he actually wanted her to go through with. he was dangerous, even he knew that, and now he was giving her an out. if she took it or not was up to her and her alone. “i’m sure they’d be interested in hearing all about this.”
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