Steve’s eyes widened a bit at what Alex said. It wasn’t at the cursing, but at the entire comment. It only took him a few seconds to follow Clint’s suit and he burst into laughter. The laughter lasted for a few more moments before he found his voice once more. “I heard far worse in the army, Miss. I think I’ll be just fine,” he assured her, his laughter dying down as he watched her. Her personality was quite charming, if not a bit brazen. Steve appreciated women who challenged standards. “Clint’s a jokester, sure, but I’d trust him with my life.”
“Aw, Cap’,” Clint playfully clutched a hand over his heart, “I’m touched and honored that the Captain Winghead trusts me with his life.” Steve let out a chuckle and shook his head.
“I’m beginning to see your point now, Alex,” he deadpanned, staring for a few moments at a Clint before turning to look back at the young woman who had stolen the majority of his attention away from the party. “It always feel nice to find your purpose in life and feel that you suit it well. It’ll never be a job then,” he told her honestly, smiling warmly over at her.
She was scrunching up her nose again at his comment and his stomach jumped awkwardly. A quiet laugh left him as he hurriedly looked away, realizing that he was staring a bit. “I probably over-exaggerated a bit, but I think beer is one of those acquired tastes,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I hated beer the first time I tried it, but stuck it out because I wanted to look tough.” A dry laugh left him and he shook his head. There were still times when there wasn’t a mirror around, when he still felt like the scrawny kid who’d come home with shiners or a busted lip from trying to stand up for himself or someone else.
Steve nodded a bit at what she said next before the full weight of it soaked in. “You fought the Chitauri then?” He questioned, gaining new respect for the woman beside him. Not many would openly run toward a fight of that magnitude, especially one involving a terrifying alien race led by a demigod who wielded a weapon that could turn you into a zombie to do his bidding. He got caught up in what she said next, laughter anew escaping him. “He can be, yes. Running the risk of sounding like an idiot, I have a hard time understanding him or Tony when they get on certain subjects.” There was a short pause and Clint interjected.
“They’re practically speaking a foreign language, Steve. I tend to just block them out when they launch into science or robot talk.” Steve shot the man a look and a small smile before his attention shifted back to Alex.
“Sounds like risky business, Alex,” he told her honestly, dimples pitting his cheeks as he grinned over at her. “I’ve never been one to be very covert, so you’ve got my respect and appreciation.”
Clint elbowed Alex’s side a couple of times, grinning knowingly over at her. “You hear that, rookie? You’ve earned his respect.”
Eris lifted a brow in Loki’s direction, wanting to scoff and roll her eyes at his comment, but she managed to keep her facial expressions under control and quiet. She could already tell he had lived a pampered life wherever he was from, but that statement had only solidified one fact in her mind about him: he was severely spoiled. She would know. She had never wanted for anything her whole life either. “Of course, your highness,” she continued, the corner of her lips wobbling for a moment.
His questions gave her a bit of a pause, but it was the tone of voice and the lewd swipe of his tongue across his lips that momentarily stalled the synapses in her brain. She paused for a moment before they all jumpstarted at once and she was reacting instinctively before she had time to think it all through. A soft hum—akin to something a predatory animal would make—vibrated in her chest as something dark flickered in her gaze. ’There’s something else you wouldn’t mind him licking,’ something whispered inside her and her stomach flipped. “You sick, depraved being,” she softly chastised, the hint of a rasp in her tone. There was a long, pregnant pause as a broad grin curled her lips, eyes glinting dangerously. “Of course I would,” she continued, her voice low. She let her eyes swoop slowly over the whole of him before she looked away, mouth still slyly turned upwards at the corners.
There was a part of her that knew she was playing into whatever game he was setting up. She knew letting him believe that he was tricking her would only help her in the end. If it ended with her having a nice hate fuck from the “Silvertongue” himself, so be it. She wasn’t below pleasure where she could get it. Her suspicions were confirmed as she caught his gaze slipping back up her body. Eris knew she had to play up whatever it was she was doing — within believable reason. “Now, who’s the rude one?” She paused, crossing her arms over her chest. “What would you like in reward for your cooperation? And it has to be reasonable: an equal exchange for a glass of champagne.”
Thor, or just family in general, was clearly a touchy subject for Loki. She made note to use that against him, should she need to. However, she decided against telling him that Thor had always been able to come and see him, knowing it probably wouldn’t go over well. “As long as you behave yourself, I can arrange for you to go see him,” she told him softly. The door to the cell slid open and she noted the lines of guards leading to the elevator.
“Regas, you’ve broken about ten different protocols—”
“It can wait,” she snapped, eyes flashing as she strode out of the cell and to the elevator, heels clicking across the floor. No one else dared to comment on what rules she’d broken with the tone she’d taken. Once she reached the elevator, she held the button to keep the door open, her dirty blonde ponytail swishing slightly as she leaned over to peek out the door and watch Loki. “Coming, your highness?”
May 30th, 2019 at 02:03am