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rogue_america2018-02-25 01:51 am
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Finding You
I know forever don't exist
But after this life, I'll find you in the next
So when I say "forever," it's the goddamn truth
I'll keep finding you...
Aliens. Of all the things that could have gone wrong on her first solo business trip for the school, somehow aliens hadn't really made the list of possibilities. Breaking a shoe on the way to the donor's office, her car breaking down on the way into the city, getting food poisoning from bad sushi — the list went on and on, but aliens had never really occurred to her. Staring up at the giant armored worm thing flying above the street a few blocks down, she realizes that apparently it should have.
It takes time for her to fight the crowds fleeing the epicenter of the attack, each second feeling like an hour, and then she's faced with one of those creatures, its weapon pointing straight at her—
Reflexes honed by years of training sessions in the Danger Room have her dropping just in time, the car behind her taking the brunt of the impact with a metallic screech, and then she's back on her feet, a short metal stick in her hand expanding to a full-length staff. She wastes no time in swinging it at her enemy with practiced force, focused on damaging that armor enough to get hold of its weapon. Once she has it, she should be able to take them out much more efficiently.
It's a good thing everyone is more focused on the alien invasion than the woman with the weird hair trying to play ninja in a business suit.
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Grinning at his reaction, she provides, "I'll take one of them off your hands then, sugar. If you don't mind." Her nerves could sure use it after the day she'd had. Usually she's more of a bourbon girl, but she'll take what she can get. "Everything smells delicious, by the way. Thanks for inviting me."
Sure, she'd already said it over text, but this is something that warrants being said again. In person. He can't know how much it means to her.
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The chicken is dumped over the pasta and stirred a few times, before the sauce gets poured over it and set on the counter closest to the table - unfortunately the table isn't big enough for both the food and the plates, but it's a minor inconvenience. Next the garlic bread is pulled out of the oven and added to the pile already plated and moved next to the pasta. Lastly, Steve pulls a salad bowl of mixed greens out of the fridge and drizzles Italian dressing over it, before it gets deposited beside everything else.
Plating everything, Steve grimaces as he sets down in front of Rogue what is obviously a cereal bowl, full of salad. "Sorry. I don't do much entertaining, so my standard tableware is a little lacking." Setting a plate of pasta with 2 slices of garlic bread down in front of her, he makes up his own plate, with at least twice as much of everything as he gave her, before sitting down. "If you want seconds, no problem. I just--" he gives a kind of nervous, self-conscious laugh. "It's only been a few years, for me, but it's still hard to remember what 'normal' servings look like. First I couldn't eat a whole serving, now I have to have at least 3."
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"You've got a faster metabolism than most," she reasons with a shrug, setting aside her drink and picking up a fork. "Trust me, I'm used to it. Between teenagers and mutants, people with normal eating habits is kind of a rarity in my life." Spearing a few pieces of pasta, she takes a bite and savors the taste for a moment before grinning. "This is really good."
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"Despite the whole super soldier business being scientific, there were a lot of unknowns and variables the scientists thought might occur, but they weren't sure how, or to what degree. So I kinda got tossed into the deep-end of the experiment pool, there. And," he paused to reach for the pasta bowl, adding a second large helping, and another piece of bread, "I've never eaten 'normally'. I always had to watch what I ate because of my health, allergies, all that. I could never eat a 'normal-sized portion', so between those two things, I learned how to cook what I could eat." He shrugged. "And then I learned how to cook what my family and friends liked. It's..." he grinned. "It's like science, with experiments, except you get to eat the results."