eleventh bite | anon text (shocker!)

[redhourglass]

welcome back and congratulations.

[ grudgingly, if a text can be grudging.

she's not a battle type of person; but that one was a big one and everyone had fought well, if not a bit desperately. even she'd been in the thick of it and that's not even technically her area of expertise. if she couldn't gather intel here, she might as well fight as a soldier, regardless of her distaste.

there's been something on her mind, however. something else than her usual 'everyone be prepared' and 'something bad is coming'. it's a bit closer to home; a bit more related to her life in asgard and a history back home that she'd rather forget.

there is a long pause in the text message before it continues, appearing on the bracelets. ]

i've been speaking to you for six months under this moniker.
the time is coming for you to know me. but not yet.

today, i have a question for you. answer honestly.

is it morally reprehensible to use a power that means invading someone's privacy? even in the service of what may be considered good?

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[redhourglass]

i won't be stupid

how do you know i don't have any sort of mutation

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're pretty fucking proud, Red. You'd be pissed off like me if you were my kind of mutant and they took that.

[redhourglass]

you were born with yours, right?

i was made to have mine. but i didn't always have it.

[ all of the biological testing, the messed up experiments on other girls in the red room, the casualties of 'science', experimentation with the serum, and finally her agonizing treatments that could only be described as torture. but before that, she'd been normal.

as normal as a young girl being taught to kill can be. ]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Oh Jesus, is she some kind of test-tube experiment like Kaworu? Way more socially adjusted, to be sure, but - this just doesn't sound good in any way.]

So why are you telling me? You're not exactly the sharing circle type.

[He means that he's curious, if already somewhat repulsed (by the idea of what could've happened, not by her), and his nose is out of joint that this is probably all he'll ever get out of her.]

[redhourglass]

someone here should know.

maybe i understand. a little. maybe you understand.

[ she doesn't want to give him the full story; too long, too ugly and too long ago to matter. but without barton, there was no one here who knew anything about her past. especially not the rest of her team. ]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[And damnit, that gets him, because mutants are dropping like flies around here. He's been surrounded by them since mere weeks after being deserted by his parents, and now they flicker in and out of his life while people with false mutations question his life experiences as if they knew anything about them.

Maybe she's just another one. Or maybe she understands.]

If someone called Logan ever shows up, talk to him. He's a bit of both. An asshole with serious amnesia, so don't expect much, but he does have a thing for redheads.

[He's not dismissing her totally, though.]

You wanna find out how much you and me can really understand, call me up sometime. We'll have a real talk.

i am an idiot. yep.

[redhourglass]

[ she not surprised by his reply, though logan. as much as she knew it was probably impossible that it was the same logan, it made her smile. ]

i'll keep an eye out for him.

i'll do that sometime.

you are a darling <3

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Won't be holding my breath, Red. But I'll answer if you do.

[He signs off. That was - interesting. Bizarre. He's gonna have to think about this one.]