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goawayleavemealone) wrote2018-09-25 01:34 pm
goawayleavemealone) wrote2018-09-25 01:34 pm
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Meanwhile, Back in London
"Right," Pete says as he opens up his flat in Mayfair.
It's not huge by any definition of the word, but it's nice and a bit spacious. The bookshelves are full, and there's a modest record collection on a shelf in the corner, along with an old record player. The kitchen is small, but there's a relatively spacious bathroom, and the two bedrooms are next to each other, his own bedroom unkempt, but nowhere near the levels he used to keep his personal spaces back when they were first dating.
"Kitchen's through there," he points. "Living room's here, loo's back there, and your bedroom is the guestroom in the back."
It's not huge by any definition of the word, but it's nice and a bit spacious. The bookshelves are full, and there's a modest record collection on a shelf in the corner, along with an old record player. The kitchen is small, but there's a relatively spacious bathroom, and the two bedrooms are next to each other, his own bedroom unkempt, but nowhere near the levels he used to keep his personal spaces back when they were first dating.
"Kitchen's through there," he points. "Living room's here, loo's back there, and your bedroom is the guestroom in the back."
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Nobody was really happy with her when she told everyone she was leaving. She gave all authority over to Kurt who was gracious and seemed the most supportive. Fuzzy Elf knew where she was coming from. But she felt happier and lighter as soon as they were in the air and heading to London.
"Can you fill me in on what I am expected to be doing for your team? And letting me know about the members and team dynamic would help."
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"Yeah. So, if you like, you'll be on call just like the rest of the crew for jobs and emergencies. If you're looking for something a little steadier, Alistaire's got his own research lab at White Hall and you can putter around with him. As our scientific adviser, he's always got at least four projects goin' at once. Things have been a bit slow lately, and Meg an' Brian are halfway on leave for the baby."
"Right now, the team is myself Brian, Meggan, Lady Jac, who goes by Spitfire, Blade, Dane Whitman, who goes by Black Knight, Faiza Hussain, or Excalibur, and our newest member, Jono Starsmore: Chamber. I'm in charge of the boring paperwork and strategy, Brian does the whole inspirational leader bit, and we're...well...it's a good team."
He nods, hit with a pang of satisfaction that his team is so good; that this, if nothing else, has worked out.
"Obviously Brian and Meggan are together. Jac and Blade are dating, so are Dane and Faiza." He grins wryly. "It's all a bit cute, really, but they're happen, and that's fine. We'll go into the office tomorrow. I'm sure there's a billion emails to catch up on."
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He nods. "I think you'll fit in a'right, and Meggan is already asking when she can see you, so you've got at least one member of the Kitty Pryde fanclub about." He grins at her and gets to his feet, starting to putter around the kitchen. "You want tea? I can make tea."
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She smiled. "I've known Meggan and Brian since I was sixteen years old, Pete. Alistaire too, for that matter. We worked with both Alistaire and his twin sister." She attended Alysande Stuart's funeral many, many years ago and helped to clear her name.
"I am marveling at how well this might actually work out. It sounds like I might need to do some convincing with Lady Jac though. Speaking of, what should I properly call her?" She nods. "I would love a cup of tea, please."
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"I remember when Alysande Stuart died," Pete nods grimly. "Rough bit of business. She was one hell of an operative."
He puts the kettle on, and rubs the back of his head. "Yeah, I'd start with Lady Jacqueline if I was you. She's a bit. Well. She's old, first of all, and a vampire, and also she's sort of appointed herself team mum a bit. Especially since her own son died in one of our more insane missions. She also thinks I'm an idiot, personal-life wise."
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She nods. "Very. It was just tragic." Alysande had been murdered by Jamie Braddock. "She hadn't been working with SHIELD, but I still ran into Nick Fury at her funeral."
She starts looking for where Pete keeps the mugs. "Okay. And really as she should be. I know she's been active since World War II but besides that I know very little." Kitty shrugs. "I can't exactly disagree with her," she says with a smirk.
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"Urgh. Bloody Fury. He's come knocking a couple of times. He caught Faiza off guard and she gave him a black eye with the hilt of Excalibur once. It was bloody brilliant."
he snorts. "Oh, ta, yeah, thanks for that. Like I didn't already know me personal life is a mess."
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She snickers. "Go Faiza."
She finds the mugs and tea cups with saucers and opts for the latter. "You're around the age her son would be so she probably takes even more of a shine to you."
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Pete rolls his eyes a little. "Yeah...havin' a mum didn't go so great the first time, I really don't need a do-over."
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She walks over to Pete and leans against him to give him a light hug. "Not the same thing. But you run the risk of people caring about you when you get close to them." She gives him a light squeeze. "I'm proud of you." She means it.
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He gazes down at her, swallowing a little at how close she is and slings an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to keep things casual. "Yeah. Thanks. I uh...I have sort of become a good little team player in my old age..."
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She smiles. She is not trying to push romantic intimacy. She knows full well that it will only come if he wants it.
"I can tell you why, Pete. This is your operation. You own it. And when you are in a position like that, your attitude is completely different. You feel responsible for your people. You already were the kind of person who would help a friend in need. See, your leadership skills were already present." But it was like something of Excalibur had rubbed off on him and he decided he would create his own team.
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He sighs heavily, but mostly in a joking way. "Yep. That's me. Co-team leader and responsible adult. I'm surprised Wagner didn't have a stroke when he heard about MI13."
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She smiles. "Yes you are. And it's very becoming. In our field, I don't get to engage many adults." Even at the mansion. She had grown really tired because of some people's crap."Actually, Kurt expressed to me how impressed he was because he had seen the potential for something greater within you. Him and Brian. And they both knew you have to have more substance than you were trying to lead all of us to believe."
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"So? We got the rest of the day. You wanna get settled into your rooom?"
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He snorts a little, smirking wryly. "We're not quite the Avengers. If we are, I am a very poor man's Tony Stark."
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She chuckles. "Or Brian is. The recovering alcoholic, genius engineer, and wealthy playboy."
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He watches her, and marvels at how easily she seems to slide into his flat; into his life. Like no time has passed at all; like she's always been here.
Or she was always supposed to be.
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He shrugs. "Other'n that, you're the guest, so you should probably choose what we do."
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