Dammit, James. Quit reminding her about her most important job while she’s trying to do her nearly equally as important day-job. ”I’d feel horrible. I’m not letting her take a backseat either, but,” She paused a moment to scramble security panel and get them inside. ”Maybe we need to get that Amazon thing. Auto-delivery.” That would solve the diaper problem, at least.
"You capable of speaking modestly?" She looked back, knowing his bravado was to cover how nervous he still was about being a parent. They were handling it well, though. Rebecca was a perfectly normal, happy, healthy baby.
"Give me two minutes. If I’m not late, do not come after me.” Yeah right. She had a feeling if she wasn’t out in exactly 120 seconds, he’d come in after her. “And you are writing the report, I did the last two.” Wait, that meant she’d be on diaper duty. Meh, still better than those damned reports.
Was he being manipulative? Absolutely. “If I’m writing the report, shouldn’t I take the lead? …I know you’re not, and I didn’t mean to imply-” Smirking, as she accessed the panel, he just stood their in silence. Giving only a nod and a pleasant smile in response to her modesty dig.
"Yeah, sure, I’ll wait here. You can handle this… but seriously, do you even have an idea of why I might be here? Other than the fact I miss watching you work?”
"Let’s do the thing."
"Are you absolutely positive you are fully prepared, able and willing to do the thing?”
"That’s irrelevant. The thing must be done. If we don’t do it, who will?"
"I actually prefer waffles."
"I can make… muffins or coffee cake or eggs and bacon. Smoothies. You don’t even have to cook those."
"…Maybe I’m just nostalgic for the waffle iron. I mean all that Eggo shit, they can’t compare to your pancakes. You make glorious, fluffy, pancakes. I should have told you, but you were just so determined… and so pleased with yourself when they were edible…"
"You don’t have to make anything Nat. I can cook, I can bake for you… cookies. Brownies. A cake. Pie."
"He what?" She lowered her voice, reaching down to take his hand. "What happened?" She was less concerned about the event than the reasons behind it. She’d heard that before, The Winter Soldier had had incidents in the past, times his programming had degraded to the point of irrational violent outburst. Natalia had never seen it get so bad that he’d attacked someone, though. "He was HYDRA." Natalia knew that because HYDRA and The Red Room, well they weren’t allies per-say. She’d heard
whispers in the dark, about an alliance, or something, but HYDRA was gone. Snuffed out by SHIELD. “But he’s not anymore, just as we are not the Motherland’s puppets to control anymore. We are SHIELD. We are..good.” She wanted to believe that was true, that they were not longer pawns to be used, but she wasn’t so sure. It was worth it, regardless. Hellboy was safe. He was happy.
"Do not tell Hellboy about what happened with Zola." Natalia all but ordered James. She was desperately afraid of what their son would think. If this slip, as it were, in the Winter Soldiers gears was SHIELD’s fault, it would hurt Hellboy so much, shake his confidence in their new ‘home’ No, they had to find out more before they said anything. Why Zola had been the catalyst in this ‘episode’ specifically.
"Cut off one head, two more shall take it’s place…"
The USSR. America. The Red Room, SHIELD. The two superpowers in the wake of the war. He shook the thoughts from his head, not even knowing where they came from. They made no sense to him as it was. Were they safe, though? Was SHIELD any better? Two sides of the same coin. They were no safer than they had been… perhaps, they were in more danger. “It’s probably nothing… I’ve been out too, long, I haven’t been reprogrammed. For whatever reason I saw him as a threat, and…”
No need to alert him. It would either ruin his sense of security, or he’d resent him for the random act of violence. “Pierce has already been notified. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it and alert Carter or Stark. I presume that would mean more paperwork for him.” Snorting, James reached to cup Natalia’s face, bemuse. “…I’m turning myself in for disciplinary action. At least a psych evaluation. The last thing I intend to do is cause trouble for either of you.” Not that he trusted SHIELD doctors. but what choice did he have? He could snap again. Compromise a mission. Hurt the wrong person…even Natalia or Hellboy. “I’ll see you when it’s over.”
Part of my motivational Avengers series (1 and 2). Except this is not so much motivation as gentle advice.
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"Are you telling me to do the thing?"
"I’m not telling you to not do the thing.”
"Let’s do the thing."
"I actually prefer waffles."
"I’ve never made you waffles…"
”..Steve used to…”
"Pancakes are our thing. It’s not that I don’t love them, but it was a joke that got out of hand and… when you actually decide to make them, I don’t have the heart to…”
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Sometimes I still think you have an actual death wise.
"How many times have I died now? About three? You think I enjoy it?"