Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
[Cat wasn't precisely predictable in her tastes. Well, with a few notable exceptions. But it wasn't his appearance that made her wary, and it wasn't that he became mortified and blustered - that? She actually thought was kind of charming. No, it was the fact that she found obsession very unfortunate. Once, she hadn't known it for what it was. Now? Now she knew it from a distance, and she refused to get tangled up in it again. Even Reece, with his need to climb to the top, had been obsessed with something. No, Cat? She was done with obsessed men. Archie pulled at his collar, and Archie coughed, and Cat smiled warmly, gaze deliberately there, on him and unwavering.
The locket was interesting enough, however, to make her mossy gaze shift from behind those goggles.] So, the good son kept her photograph in a locket, but it was the other son she loved best? [That, she thought, fit the story the scientist was spinning. And she saw it very much as a tale, because the real world? It wasn't that simple, and it wasn't that pretty.] Why does this locket have the red energy, if it belonged to Mr. Blue?
[He beckoned and, lithe and graceful in all that black, she joined him. Now, when she looked at the picture? She was expecting another man with the Black jawline and that obsessed intensity around the eyes. And, well, she wasn't disappointed. But, Steve? Steve she wasn't expecting, and the man was popping up in literally all her conversations lately, and she had to stop and remind herself that it wasn't her doing, that she wasn't the one summoning him into every room she walked into.] A patriot. [Her smile never wavered, and she looked at the imagine, nonplussed.] Did he care that this country can't be trusted? [A little bitter, but it fit the moment.] What did he want? Glory?