Kara has been on the go for a couple of days now. She's hurt and tired, sore and wants some rest. Coming back from a mission she had a bullet graze aat her shoulder, but nothing too bad. Bruises here and there, but she's survive.
She always did.
Though she showered and cleaned up back at base, she still was considering a long hot bath, lights off, a few candles on for a dim light, and napping in the tub until the water goes cold. The idea appealed to her.
As she came through her apartment door, something felt off almost instantly. Silently she closed the door, pulled her gun and toed off her flats she had on. On soft feet she walked down the wooden floor of the hall way, towards the kitchen.
On the air was vegetables. Carrots, but especially onions. That, didn't make sense...
There was the faint traces of a man she had once thought she knew well. Or well enough to recognize his smell. She had even started to have some form of... feelings... for him. But that was something she had to battle down. Shove away into the deep corners of her mind.
After all, he wouldn't remember it anyhow.
Her hand tightened on the gun as she stepped closer to the arch way that lead to the kitchen. Pointed right at his back. She could pull the trigger easy enough, but she knew he was better then that.
She was better then that too. Pulling a trigger at the back of a target? Disgraceful.
He spoke anyhow, knowing she was there. Perhaps she had been too loud, or, more likely, it was just his perfect senses that seemed to know when trouble was around.
And after their last confrontation, she was trouble to him. She wondered if he even remembered it.
The thought burned as she stared at him. Cooking.]
And you should know better then to show up in my home, uninvited. [She stared at him from behind dark bangs, long dark hair shadowing her face and features. She'd learned how to hide the scar when not wearing the mask. The mask that SHIELD fixed. That they managed to get off, to fix, to let her use as she needed. It only really responded to her properly now anyhow. She didn't wear it all the time, like now. It was with her though, but she didn't need it as much now a days.
She didn't reply about allergies. She had none, but there was no reason to bring that up. She wanted to know: "What the hell are you doing here?"
The gun still trained at his back, steady as steel and out of arms reach.]
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Date: 2014-12-18 06:36 am (UTC)An even longer night is yet to come.
Kara has been on the go for a couple of days now. She's hurt and tired, sore and wants some rest. Coming back from a mission she had a bullet graze aat her shoulder, but nothing too bad. Bruises here and there, but she's survive.
She always did.
Though she showered and cleaned up back at base, she still was considering a long hot bath, lights off, a few candles on for a dim light, and napping in the tub until the water goes cold. The idea appealed to her.
As she came through her apartment door, something felt off almost instantly. Silently she closed the door, pulled her gun and toed off her flats she had on. On soft feet she walked down the wooden floor of the hall way, towards the kitchen.
On the air was vegetables. Carrots, but especially onions. That, didn't make sense...
There was the faint traces of a man she had once thought she knew well. Or well enough to recognize his smell. She had even started to have some form of... feelings... for him. But that was something she had to battle down. Shove away into the deep corners of her mind.
After all, he wouldn't remember it anyhow.
Her hand tightened on the gun as she stepped closer to the arch way that lead to the kitchen. Pointed right at his back. She could pull the trigger easy enough, but she knew he was better then that.
She was better then that too. Pulling a trigger at the back of a target? Disgraceful.
He spoke anyhow, knowing she was there. Perhaps she had been too loud, or, more likely, it was just his perfect senses that seemed to know when trouble was around.
And after their last confrontation, she was trouble to him. She wondered if he even remembered it.
The thought burned as she stared at him. Cooking.]
And you should know better then to show up in my home, uninvited. [She stared at him from behind dark bangs, long dark hair shadowing her face and features. She'd learned how to hide the scar when not wearing the mask. The mask that SHIELD fixed. That they managed to get off, to fix, to let her use as she needed. It only really responded to her properly now anyhow. She didn't wear it all the time, like now. It was with her though, but she didn't need it as much now a days.
She didn't reply about allergies. She had none, but there was no reason to bring that up. She wanted to know: "What the hell are you doing here?"
The gun still trained at his back, steady as steel and out of arms reach.]