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Glutton was fitting. Ever since he had first met her, she had wanted more. Of everything. Wanted to reach further than the limits she should find herself tempered by. Whether it benefited her, or posed threat. Even tacos. His lips quirked when she laughed, taking it in stride at least, rather than offense and railing back with some snappy reply.

He liked her better when she smiled.

Then it dimmed, her mind taking her somewhere else. And in the moment it took for her to seemingly shift gears, his irritation settled, seemed put out as though a candle smothered by a glass. He could guess the angle and the direction, the information she had sought to save for a third date. Another meeting some part of her had already sought to plan itself out for.

Lang.

The man was a monster of a human. Or whatever he had ever panned out to be. But he wasn’t the entire iceberg, so to speak.

Keep her away from Lang. Stark’s voice in his head, echoes of a memory he thought lost to the void of his mind. Yet Jenna’s sudden presence in his life baited it right back to the forefront, superimposing the meaning over another face. The last thing that Stark had ever given him a damned instruction for, the one time it had lacked his asshole sense of arrogance that had so often tinged anything he had ever said. That had been important.

He didn’t say anything when she mentioned finding his name. That wasn’t surprising and she was likely to figure him out at some point. There was little reason to curb the attempt. She wasn’t going to magically turn back into a sweet little human again anytime soon. Her focus changed again, though, and she let the direction to him go in favor of rounding back to Richards.

“Reed may have disappeared into SentS,” she picked up one of the remaining tacos, “that doesn’t mean he’s kept abreast of everything any arm of that organization does.” He took half the taco in one bite. “Stark’s intentions started out well enough, wanting to do good, trying to build something meant to keep the world safe.” Because that had been how it had started. “And then the Services put a bullet in his head once he proved more of a hinderance to what they wanted rather than being any means of helpful.” He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You think he was kept in the know at the end?” That was the only reason he could fathom that Stark would have drawn the girl in close.

He watched her demeanor shift again, her hands settling on her thighs and sliding down them as though to wipe her palms, and he wondered if she realized how open she was being. She had been a cop, or still was in some regard, she shouldn’t be so easy to read. His brows lifted when she asked how he could live the way that he did, how anyone did.

“Welcome to the resistance.” He smirked. Sure, she had been allowed into the theater, he imagined that was Benji’s doing, or possibly Gabe’s sympathetic wife’s. “If Richards is still within SentS, it’s deep.” He sighed. “If he’s even still alive.” He lifted a hand and pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. There was something about her and Richards that he couldn’t decide if he was unable to or didn’t want to put his finger on. It seemed an odd direction and person to pluck up as a focus. Random, somewhat. “And I haven’t seen or heard form Sue in almost six years.” A nibble, at least, she had earned that much.
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06-11-2019
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Half of the time, Jenna wasn’t sure where exactly she stood in all this. She was torn between opposites. Ever the odd one out. Sticking out like a damned sore thumb. She would walk right, when everyone else turned left. In this regard, nothing had changed ever since Lang had gotten his hands on her. She had never quite fit. Not in school as the girl prone to violence after her father had died. Not in the army, when she decided to join a guy’s domain. And then, to make it worse, she would be the only one walking away alive when every one else died.

It had taken for her to join the police – her brother’s task force – to finally find a place she somewhat belonged to.

So now, to be the ex-cop amongst those she once investigated still made her the kid everyone eyed with suspicion. Nothing had changed in that regard. Nothing at all. Nothing and everything. Because while so much remained the same, so much had changed. Jenna had no idea where to put that, no idea how to handle that.

It was not that her focus kept shifting, it was all connected in her opinion. Nothing just existed in a vacuum. Somehow it all came together in the end. Even Jenna had realised that certain things happened for reasons that eventually turned out to be part of the greater picture.

Eddie’s words about Richards, about Stark, drew a picture similar to her own. Threads reaching further, reaching deeper. It was all connected even if no one saw all the connections. Not those two men. So maybe Jenna didn’t need to feel so inadequate to be unable to put it together – yet. Maybe there was room for her to get a deeper understanding yet. Or maybe she would only have the few threads in her reach and she would have to make do with that.

Did she think they had kept Stark in the know in the end? Jenna had shaken her head.

And then she had half laughed, half sneered. Latter being an indication of her own despair. The resistance. What did that even mean? A bunch of people holed up in an abandoned theatre? Too many people in not enough room. Too many stories. Too many expectations. Jenna needed to get out of there. Sooner rather than later.

Now Jenna looked up as Eddie pressed thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Out of reflex, Jenna pulled the hand down, for a moment just staring at the long fingers, the strong and large palm. If he’s even still alive, that made her heart sink. Somehow, and she realised it in this moment, Jenna had gone in all blue-eyed. If Richards was hammering out documents, he had to be alive. She had just assumed that. But the chances could just as well be slim to none.

What if he was dead?

Jenna looked up when he mentioned Sue Richards. Val’s and Benji’s mother. Six years. Damn. So far, Jenna had worked with the assumption that three months were the magical line. After three months, bodies started turning up or people just vanished into the depths of the kraken that was SentS. Six years? Was a chance that small even still considered existent?

“Resistance? Why does it feel like a suicide squad?” She exhaled, her gazed dropping to her two remaining tacos. Then she tried for a small smile. “Is that why you’re not at the theatre?” Jenna pulled her hand back and stood, asked for a bag from the counter and returned. Slowly, she began wrapping up her leftovers, licking the grease off of her finger tips every now and then. Jenna was in no hurry.

“Can I interest you in a drink after you’re done with that crazy amount of food?” she asked, not even sure exactly what time it was. And what did it matter? She could not get drunk anyway – but she liked the taste of whiskey. And she liked the few minutes she could feel the buzz.
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Six years could seem a long while, but that was the extent of time since he had heard from Sue personally. That did not mean that that was the last time he had had any inkling of where she may be or what ripples she was causing. They were there, snippets of information that indicated she was likely still alive and functioning. Her ability was so similar to Val’s that he often mused she was likely to never be caught, though he was not clear on the full extent of her abilities, and unlike Val, Sue hadn’t been born with her abilities genetically coded to her dna. Perhaps there were holes in her control where Val was near bulletproof.

Her smaller and narrower fingers about his wrist and the back of his hand focused him in directly on her. Venom hummed at the back of his thoughts, something amused, yet something of a warning. The thought for chocolate once more pushed to the forefront and he shook his head slightly once to dispel the thought. He’d get the damn chocolate.

He smiled when she asked why the resistance seemed more a suicide squad than what it was meant to be. “That’s the part that you get to see.” He shrugged his shoulders. She was a cop and wanted answers, but she was still newbie on the team, and he imagined Gabe only allowed her to see so much. There were enough people housed in the theater-likely with abilities she was not yet fully aware of-to appear to be doing little. And then when they did act, she likely saw motions as disjointed. Each and every time he thought he had a handle on what Gabe could reach for, he found further ends, further connections, further people that he had never previously aligned with the supposed omega.

“You want action, but they’ve been at this longer than you.” He said as he sat forward, let his elbows rest on the table once more. “Most of the people in that building and every little subsect that they operate have more to be concerned about than you initially give them credit for.” He turned his arm about so he could carefully curl his hand around her wrist. “You’re worries are you,” he tipped his head, “your brother, perhaps a couple of other people.” He drew the fingertips of his other hand along the inside of her arm until they met her palm, spread her fingers out slightly. “Gabriel has a wife, children, siblings, nieces and nephews, best friends, old acquaintances…” The list could be endless really. Ever since the other man had finally taken a stand, actually put the effort in, the mutant and super community seemed to synch up with one another and utilized his placement as a sort of hub.

“Gabriel doesn’t barrel in without considering every angle of every approach.” It could seem exhausting, but it was necessary when one had to consider every person he was tied to or responsible for. The left corner of his mouth pinched upward. “Unless you try to take his wife from him.” A subtle chuckle. “Or so I’ve heard.”

His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse. “I could use a beer.” He shrugged again. “Does that qualify as date number three?”

Does it involve chocolate?
I’ll get it.
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Jenna’s eyes remained on where her hand lay curled on and around Eddie’s. His skin was warm. Pleasantly so. A small smile tugged on one side of her mouth. It was not a smile – but she did somewhat relax. She contemplated Eddie’s words, that what she saw of the theatre people was only a part of the whole story.

She looked up when he suggested that it was action she was seeking. A mild scoff. Not exactly. She wanted purpose – a place for herself. Lang had taken her old one, had obliterated the little life of hers that she had carved out during long years. In Nathan’s squad, she had finally belonged somewhere. All that appeared gone now. So no. It wasn’t action she wanted. It was occupation, to chase away the demons that haunted her at night, that kept her awake, that made her go stir-crazy.

But she did grasp that they all had done this – their crazy mutation of what one would call a life – a lot longer than she had. So far, she had always stood on the ‘greener’ side. Now she had moved to the other side of the damned fence.

Eddie moved his arm, and Jenna let her hand slide into his palm. The touch was gentle, in stark contrast to most human contact she had had in a while. She exhaled when he drew his fingers down the inside of her arm. A small shiver chased it, and that small smile grew a little more visible on her features. Eddie’s words resounded in her mind. Of course. They all had a lot more at stake. Jenna could up and leave whenever she wanted. Other than Nathan she had no ties there. And Nathan had no use for her at this point.

That was part of why she did not even see herself as part of the theatre, why should leave whenever possible. The room she had been given was in a section they had only begun converting. Jenna was gone for the night more often than not.

If there was a feeling she could not stand, it was that to not belong. She had spent most of her life like that. Too long if one were to ask her.

Eddie went on, speaking of Gabriel. Gabriel Summers. The youngest out of the trio. Jenna could not say she knew the man. Possibly from the file she had kept on him in her previous lifetime. A little more from some bits and pieces she had picked up during her visits to the theatre. But that was it. She couldn’t remember ever exchanging more than a tense greeting with the man when passing in the kitchen. Still, she nodded. She had heard of the story as well. Jenna was quite sure the actual incident had been everything they had told her – and some more. The man had an intensity about him, a presence that could take a whole room. Jenna’s own energy was quite different but nonetheless as widespread. It was really simple – if Gabriel was there, there was no room for her.

And yet, she would not doubt that Gabriel could strategize with the best of them. He kept his flock of mutants and supers together. The network that ran beneath the surface, connecting so many of them, was even vaster and more interwoven than she had ever imagined. As a cop, Jenna had never seen more than the tip of the iceberg.

Jenna’s eyes followed the motion of Eddie’s thumb as it pressed onto her pulse. She wondered why – just a quirk? Or would he somehow draw information from its frequency as well? Jenna was relaxed. And she realised why. It was Eddie’s presence. Simple as that. Someone with his own set of super skills. Someone who knew this world she was still so new at. Someone apparently a lot calmer than herself. All good things.

His approval of the idea of beer widened her smile yet – and he asked about whether this was date number three. Now Jenna’s grin split her lips, showing an even line of white teeth. “Sure”, she said, her fingers curling around Eddie’s lower arm and wrist once more. Why was she so comfortable with the physical proximity when lately she usually sought to put distance between herself and others? “As long as Steven Lang’s not the only topic of this third date”, she said with a small quirk of her eyebrow. Lang was a topic that generally made her uneasy. More so, it churned that sense of anger he harboured.

“You pick the venue”, she put forth. “Haven’t set foot in a bar in months.” Jenna really only knew the decent bars frequented by cops. And the last bar she had entered had been Eddies. They both had seen what had come of that.
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