Come fly with me! [Eggsy and Sam; Log Complete]
[Backdated to before Cap recruiting Avengers/Defenders.]
Sam wasn’t the only one eyeing the top of the train. Eggsy had three sets of clothes. Two tailored suits, and a set of street clothes. He took as meticulous care of all his clothing as he could. Whether they were oxfords he kept polished, or the kicks that were pristinely white, a suit jacket or a hoodie, Eggsy took care of what little he had.
In his baggy jeans, baseball cap and casual clothing he was barely recognizable as the dapper gentlemen in glasses. He’d favored his street clothes to, without the safety of a flight suit, hop up on top of the train while between cars. It was patently stupid, and while Eggsy could be accused of being fiercely brave and loyal, he could also be just as impetuous.
It was a better view, though, and much less claustrophobic.
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Sam had a different way of dealing with the cramped confines of the train. His flight suit gave him enough speed that he wasn't worried about the train getting too far away from him, though he wasn't going far enough to risk it.
Still, it felt good to stretch his wings. He flew alongside the train, reaching out to skim the surface of the water, when he saw a shadow atop the train. Sam pulled up, circled, and landed nimbly on the roof, grinning. “Good to see I'm not the only one feeling cramped.”
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Eggsy had stood up and watched with wonder and, to be perfectly honest, a small ignorable pain of jealousy. Sam’s wings looked better than a jetpack, just as fast while being loads more nimble.
“Those come standard issue with the train?”
Eggsy was only one part joking to two parts hopeful. What he wouldn’t give to strap on a set of wings like that and give it a go.
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Sam's grin widened. “Sorry, man,” he said. “These came with me. Not exactly standard issue.” He pushed up his goggles and offered a hand. “I'm Sam Wilson.”
He had to like anyone who had that reaction to the suit. The kid was young, but definitely impressed. Sam also admired him venturing out to the roof.
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“Eggsy,” he said, taking Sam’s hand. “I guess we’re flatmates then. Or cellmates, depending on how you look at it.”
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Sam shrugged. “Not sure about that yet. Seems like a fairly amiable kidnapping so far. Can't say I'm thrilled to be here, but…” He shrugged again. Steve and Barnes needed him. They might not have been the Cap and Soldier Sam knew, but that didn't change the fact that they needed him.
“You know anyone else here? I recognized some names.”
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Eggsy shook his head, “No. None of the names are familiar. ‘Cept for the Conductor most of the others are Americans, anyway. I’ve never been.”
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Sam furrowed his brow slightly. “None? Not even Steve Rogers?” Captain America was a celebrity, an Avenger, known throughout the world.
In his universe, anyway. Good thing Kate had warned him about alternates.
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“Who’s Steve Rogers?” If Eggsy had to guess, judging by Sam’s expression, Steve was someone famous. Eggsy was pretty familiar with pop culture and current events. That left professional sports player? Eggsy didn’t know American football or baseball very well.
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Sam ran a hand over his face. “He's Captain America. World's first superhero. Leader of of the Avengers.” He shook his head. “Damn. Guess there's more alternate universes than I thought. Or expected.”
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“Superhero? Like with the cape and the tights like in the comic books?” Eggsy said. Earlier he would have laughed that kind of thing off, but since meeting Molly he found he had to be a little more open minded on the train.
“He an alien or somefing? Can he turn invisible or have bullet proof skin?”
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Sam arched a brow. “He's… human. But he can run thirteen miles in thirty minutes, can bench about a ton, and… if you see a dude with a left arm made out of metal, try not to upset him. He's a good guy, he's just… been through hell.”
He chuckled. “Guess they don't have the Avengers where you're from.”
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Eggsy shook his head, “Don’t have wizards or magic trains, either. I guess it’s just one of the run of the mill dimensions.”
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That made Sam blink. “Wizards? Huh. That's different.”
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“Yeah, Molly’s nice though.” The way Eggsy spoke of her, far too casually, gave away his interest. “‘Cept for this Conductor, everyone seems pretty cool, all things considered.”
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Sam arched a brow, noting the interest, and smiling faintly. Eggsy was just a kid. He seemed to have some of that world-weary look Sam could see in soldiers, but he was still young enough for Sam to think he probably lived with his parents.
Gutsy kid, though.
“You make a habit of climbing speeding trains, or just couldn't keep pacing the hall?”
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Eggsy shrugged, attempting to look as casual and non-defensive as possible.
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That was a look Sam knew well. Hell, he’d been that kid. “Right,” he said, suppressing his grin. “Aight. You in the service at all?” Eggsy had a bit of the look, but not quite. He moved like someone who knew how to handle himself, but it wasn’t the same kind of movement he’d come to recognize from US servicemen.
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“Tried the Royal Marines, me Mum went mental so I dropped out. Dad died when I was a kid.” There was more, clearly. Eggsy wanted to give him something, but he was loyal to a fault. The Kingsmen were a very secret organization and he’d die before he gave them up.
Maybe these fellows were from alternate dimensions, but revealing the Kingsmen wasn’t something that he would risk.
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Sam gave him a curious look, but shrugged. “Want a ride?”
He wasn’t about to turn the suit over, since it required a shit load of training to use it properly, but he wasn’t against taking someone out for a flight. God knew he could handle an extra two hundred and fifty pounds. Maybe more, thanks to Steve and his ‘big breakfast’.
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Eggsy looked around as if making sure no one was going to see him agree to a ride. There were so many smart ass things he could have said, that he still wanted to say, but yeah. He did want a ride. Eggsy could hold his tongue until afterward.
“Yeah, okay. Sure--” which sounded more like sho with his accent. “You cop a feel you better buy me dinner after.”
Or maybe he couldn’t hold his tongue.
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Sam laughed out loud at that. He definitely liked the kid. “Just don't wiggle, and if you have to puke, remember wind shear.” The wings unfurled and he grabbed his roommate under the arms, diving off the side of the train and catching the updraft coming from the speed they were moving at. The afterburner kicked in for the added lift, and then they were soaring on the air, the train racing along under them.
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Maybe it was just his British accent that allowed him to be such a shit. Regardless, Eggsy was enjoying himself. Even if it might have looked unnecessary and weird to the casual observer watching them. It was too fun to let a small thing like dignity in the way.
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Sam didn't hold back. He rose until the air was thin, dropped from dizzying heights, flew fast as they could tolerate, and skimmed the surface of the sea. There were a few loops and spins while he was at it. Flying was damn fun. Hard, but fun. Eggsy was just a kid,and one who had seen too much to really be a kid anymore. So, Sam thought he deserved the chance.
Eggsy didn't weigh as much as Steve, but after a while, he needed to land. He got them back to the train and brought the flight to an easy end.
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It was better than any cheap carnival ride Eggsy had been on, that was for damn sure. His head was still spinning by the time they landed. It was much more intense that skydiving, with all the twists and turns, ups and downs. His legs were slightly wobbly and so, not wanting to fall off a speeding train, Eggsy sat down before having a nice rest.
“US Army got winged jetpacks now?” Eggsy said. Sam had asked if he’d been in the service, and he thought that meant Sam was probably some branch of the military as well. “Clearly I was born in the wrong country.”
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Sam laughed. “Special project. Pararescue. Me and my wingman were the only ones. Now, I hang out with superheroes and wonder how long it's gonna take before they realize I'm not supposed to be there.”
Being an Avenger was still kind of surreal. Not that he'd been at it long, but still.
“You handle yourself well. Shame about the service. You would have been a damn good soldier.”
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“We can’t all prance about in a cape,” Eggsy grinned. Yeah, he was a cheeky little bastard. He would have loved to trade stories about saving the world, but Harry told him the entire point of being a Kingsman was that no one was supposed to know what he did.