mk robinson wants to be a star. (hitjackpot) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-04-03 02:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | catwoman, mary jane watson |
WHO MK and Wren.
WHAT Showing each other some love for once & catching up.
WHEN Recently (because I'm far too lazy to look for all those threads)!
WHERE Caesar's.
WARNINGS Major feelings.
By the time Wren left Luke’s there was very little of the cool, composed ice queen left. She walked into Caesar’s looking tired, hair mussed and white dress wrinkled, and she unlocked the door to the suite she shared with MK and Alice with no fanfare. She’d stopped and picked up two bottles of wine, which were tucked beneath her arm in a paper bag that would, no doubt, make tongues wag, and she let the keys fall onto the floor, missing the entry table entirely and not bothering to pick them up. Petti, who jumped off the couch to greet her, batted them beneath the couch, and she knew she’d wonder where they’d gotten to tomorrow. As it was, she set the wine bottle on the coffee table, and she called MK’s name as she wandered into her room to change. A few minutes passed before she ventured out again, dressed in striped pajama pants and a simple gray t-shirt, looking no less tired than when she’d entered the suite. There were bruises visible just beneath the collar at her throat, fingers and a hint of teeth, but her loose blonde hair mostly covered them. It did nothing to cover swollen lips and the redness left behind by a five-o’clock shadow on her cheeks, but she was too tired to care (or try). She threw herself down on the couch heavily, two wine glasses between her fingers, and she set the glasses on the coffee table and poured herself a generous serving of dark, rich red. MK did end up spending the night at Adam’s, curled up in his arms as they slept in his warm bed, and she took her time coming home after they shared breakfast. And even after, she avoided Caesar’s like the plague. She knew that a talk with Wren was certainly overdue. Definitely. But she couldn’t help but want to postpone it as much as possible because talking was the last thing she wanted to do lately, or ever. Her night with Adam proved that. They brought up subjects, but didn’t discuss anything really and buried their problems in kisses and touches. MK knew, without a doubt, that Wren wouldn’t fall for that so easily. Damn. She arrived at the suite in the same dress she wore the night before, looking only a little more put together than Wren did as the other girl had strolled through the lobby. The redhead had at least rested, so she didn’t have the same fatigue as her friend, but the weight of all the things on her mind made her feel tired too. “Hi,” she said, as she walked towards the living room and spotted Wren. She didn’t even bother changing out of her dress, but instead kicked her flats off as she walked over and placed her tiny clutch on an awaiting chair. She flopped on the couch as well, sighing as she waited for Wren to finish pouring a glass before she poured her own. “When did you get in?” MK asked with a quirk of a brow as she placed the bottle back on the coffee table. “Just a little bit ago,” Wren replied over the rim of the wine glass, which had already receded halfway with her first sip. She wasn’t looking forward to this conversation, and she was more than happy to turn her attention to MK’s appearance instead of discussing her own evening. “Adam?” she asked. Mary Jane had warned her that whatever was happening with Adam wasn’t good, but Wren was torn on the subject. On the one hand, Adam knew all about MK, and she assumed he’d been there when things had fallen apart for her in Seattle. That, in Wren’s opinion, had to be a good thing. But, on the flip side, she didn’t like the implication that Adam’s Alter was involved in something dangerous (despite how hypocritical that was), and she really wasn’t sure the tether to a dead boy that was long gone was going to be a good thing for her friend. Wren sighed, and she finished off the wine glass and poured a second, just as the cat jumped up on her lap. She scratched one of his ears, and she gave him a tired smile before looking up at MK again. “Your teenager likes to give advice,” she said, because it seemed like a good way to break the ice on the conversation she very much didn’t want to have. In the process of draining her own glass, MK nodded as a response to Wren’s question. The burn of the wine was delicious, enjoyable in a way that differed from the time she spent with Adam over the past couple of days trying to patch herself up through physical acts. This Adam business could burn out quickly. Could turn out bad. Booze would always be there for her though, along with the delightful sting it brought. She drank most of the glass quickly, leaving less than a finger left, before turning her body towards Wren’s on the couch. She pulled her legs up, and tucked them under her body, and ran her free hand through her slightly mussy red hair. “The teenager’s got a lot of opinions,” MK agreed readily. She was aware that Mary Jane and Wren had spoken, but the kid, in one of those rare instances, blocked the older redhead out from most of the conversation. “Did you two have a good chat? She’s a character, at least. Well...you know what I mean.” She laughed and drained the rest of her glass as well, though she held it in her hand for a moment instead of refilling it right away. Pacing would be most crucial, or else she might be puking by the end of the convo. Actually. That might not have been the worst excuse. Shit. “The teenager does,” Wren admitted. “She thinks she can do a better job than either of us, I think.” She smiled as she said that, and she poured out a new glass of wine and let it warm her through. She rubbed at one of the bruises on her throat, and she sighed and settled more deeply into the couch. “I don’t even know where we start, MK,” she admitted. “Adam? Adam’s counterpart through his door? The past? How things are now?” she asked, and she intentionally didn’t mention the drinking; she wasn’t that much of a hypocrite. She knew MK drank too much, knew MK drank a lot more than she did, but she’d been doing her own fair share of hiding behind a bottle lately, and so she left that alone. “I think your teenager would say we should talk about feelings, but I don’t know how to do that very much anymore.” It had been hard enough with Luke, even with a lot of wine in her system. "She really does. Remember when we were eighteen and thought we knew all the answers to the world? I wonder how people dealt with it." MK's voice had a touch of edge to it because she knew exactly what MJ was like. She was a younger Maddie Kate, wasn't she? With the ideals and the hope and the love. It was like looking at an old photo where you wished more than anything that you could recapture the moment. Warn the subjects of the trouble just on the horizon. It was a total frustration of hers, and MK really wished she had the opportunity to meet Mary Jane and shake her. Waiting be damned. If they were going to dive right in, she would need far more than one drink in her system. She poured another healthy serving of the strong red and drank at least half of it as quickly as she could as Wren spoke again. Ugh, this was going to be painful. Pursing her lips, MK caught a sneak of the marks on Wren’s neck and frowned deeply. “The teenager is a hypocrite. She’s not talking to Peter, and she’s just being really annoying about this shit. From the party?” she asked of the bruises and reached over to brush the blond hair out of the way in order to get a better look. “These are nasty, Wren. Are you okay? The truth. What happened? Let’s start there. The party.” “We were kind of infuriating to everyone around us, I bet,” Wren said with a smile and another long pour of the wine, because when MK’s expression went serious she knew she was in for a hard conversation, one she would have to balance between lies and truths, and she was really terrible at that. But the memory, the one about being young and so sure about everything, that lingered even after the first sip of the wine. She sighed, and she pressed the cool glass to her cheek. “I bet we drove them as crazy as they drove us sometimes,” she said, not needing to clarify the them as the boys, because back then it had always been the boys. Wren didn’t pull back when MK reached out and pushed her hair aside, but she tensed, and she wanted to pull out of reach. Even with the wine in her, it was an instinctive reaction to draw away from touch from almost everyone, and she sighed as she forced herself to be still, and to be as honest as she could. “No, the person I went to see after.” She smiled just a touch, the smile warm. “He looks worse than I do,” she assured her friend, and she took another sip before embarking on the topic of the party. “I wasn’t hurt. I scared people, not the other way around. It was-” Here she paused, looking for the right word. “Unpleasant, but nothing lasting, and nothing I didn’t already know about myself.” She pointed at her friend with the wine glass. “Now you.” Despite herself, MK laughed. Of course they were infuriating back then. What teenager wasn’t in the end? But MK knew both girls were stubborn, especially when it came to the boys. The boys who, whether they liked to admit it or not, became the centers of their universes in some way, in the silly way that teenage girls do with boys they love. “We totally drove them nuts, and you know it, but let’s be honest -- that was kinda our job.” Reddish eyebrows furrowed at Wren’s explanation of her bruises. “Oh. Ah...okay.” She wanted to know who this friend was that Wren visited because she liked knowing who her friend was spending time like that with. Neither good had a good track record about making the best decisions especially when it came to men. “So he’s involved in all this, too? Is he okay?” A short pause followed while she considered whether or not to ask. “Anyone I know?” She frowned again at Wren’s situation at the party. She didn’t like it, not one bit. “God,” she said with sincere concern and upset. She swirled the wine in her cup by rocking it in a slow circular motion. What could she say? It wasn’t like she had the answers to why it happened. “Do you think that it’s true? That it’s the real manifestation of what we are?” Her shoulder raised up in a slight shrug, and she pulled her mouth into a quick face. “I don’t have a lot? Besides what happened with Adam.” “They were pretty maddening too,” Wren added of the boys and, even though her tone was light, there was more than a hint of truth behind it. They’d spent plenty of times scared of something happening to the boys and, in MK’s case, something eventually had. The thought made Wren down the remainder of the wine in her glass, and she set it aside a moment later. “He is,” she said of Luke, and she stared at her friend a moment, torn between being honest and keeping the secret. In the end, she sighed. “He’s okay.” Pause. “You know him.” She was getting tired of the lies, and she worried that MK would talk to Roger, which would be really bad, but if she was going to start trusting her friend again then it needed to start somewhere, didn’t it? “I don’t know if I can ask you to keep secrets for me anymore,” she admitted candidly, “or if you’re going to tell people that can’t know about things.” She let that sit for a moment, and then she changed the topic to Adam. “I know it would be hypocritical of me to say you shouldn’t see Adam just because his door-person might be a villain, especially with Selina causing so much trouble, but I just want to make sure you’re okay. That Adam is good for you, and that you’re okay.” Oh, she knew MK wasn’t okay in general; she just wanted Adam to be someone who made that better and not worse. A noise at the back of MK’s throat indicated how much she agreed, and she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping the free arm around them. All of a sudden, she missed being curled up in Adam’s arms. There were uncomfortable topics between the two, of course, but at least Adam decided to not want to talk about it either. MK knew that they should talk, she and Adam, but it was hard when there was so much hanging between the two of them and all they wanted to do was distract themselves from the pain. Wren, no with Wren that wouldn’t work, and this was a talk far overdue. The girls had been avoiding each other like it was their jobs, had been doing a little dance around each other to avoid the pain or awkward that was bound to occur. The admission stung more than MK would have expected, and she looked down to cover the hurt that flickered over her eyes. “Oh,” was all she managed to say. Damn, that really hurt, but Mary Jane pointed out that sometimes MK thought the same thing of Wren. Sometimes. MK mused on how stupid the kid was as she took another long sip from her glass without looking up. “It was one time. Okay, twice if you count the party. I don’t know if anything’s gonna work out, or if this is anything at all. He makes me feel good. Being with him makes me feel good.” She sighed. “It’s complicated, but then again it always is right?” She didn’t just mean Adam and his struggle with his Alter, or all the other issues that hung between them. MK had realized recently that she might have feelings for Simon as more than a best friend. Oops. She retraced her steps in the conversation, however, and brought up Wren’s guy, too. MK wasn’t going to stand for the totally cryptic bullshit tonight. She was too tired would be too drunk soon enough to care. “There’s only a small network of people Wren. I don’t think it’s about trusting me with a secret. It’s gonna come out sometime. I don’t get what could be so bad.” Wren knew her comment had hit harder than intended when MK reacted with that oh, and she needed another drink before continuing the conversation, which was likely telling. “You’re angry at me, MK. I understand that, but it also means that you’ll put other people ahead of me if it comes to it. If I tell you something that involves Luke, can you really tell me you won’t go to him with it? The same with Roger.” She shrugged sadly, the wine making it easier to be open. “I’m not at the front of the line anymore. I understand. If someone I didn’t like very much told me something that affected you, I would tell you. It’s the same thing. You don’t like me very much anymore. Love me, yes. Like me, not a lot.” It hurt, that admission, and it showed on her face. “I didn’t expect it, though,” she admitted, because she hadn’t expected to lose MK, somehow that hadn’t ever hit home until Las Vegas. MK’s statement that it was always complicated made Wren nod, because it always was for them. “Some people have really calm, boring lives, you know,” she told her friend, because she’d heard that fairytale somewhere. “Where does Simon fit into all of this?” she asked a second later. “And I won’t tell either of them. Simon and I haven’t spoken in weeks, and I never got to know Adam very well,” she admitted, since she’d asked the same question of MK moments earlier, about keeping secrets. Finally, Wren sighed. “I know the truth will come out eventually. I know that. It doesn’t mean I’m any less scared of it.” Pursing her lips, she fell into silence for a moment. The buzz of the wine was hitting quick because MK was knocking them back as quickly as she could to numb the pain and panic and stress this conversation was already bringing. She refilled the glass, sorely tempted to just drink from the bottle, and took a sip. And another. She shuddered a little and leaned the glass’s bottom on her knee. “I’m trying, y’know,” MK said as she pulled a face and finally looked back up to face Wren. She wasn’t crying, no, but someone who knew MK as well as Wren did could easily read the hurt and exhaustion that flickered across her eyes. “I’m trying to set things okay in my brain, but it’s hard when the universe is deciding to throw curveballs at you all the goddamn time. I love you, you know that. Everyone knows that. You’re one of the most important people in my life, Wren. And that’s why I’m angry. Because I thought we could be completely open with each other about anything. And then you left.” She was ranting now, MJ made her aware, but MK had enough alcohol in her not to care much anymore. “You left, and you didn’t say a word, and what was I supposed to think?” She sighed, and the frustration was more than evident in the noise. She ignored the question about Luke and Roger because she didn’t see the relevance in all of it at the moment. “Complicated,” she said because that seemed to be her favorite word when she didn’t really want to discuss something, even if she knew Wren wouldn’t take that. “I would pay to have a normal, easy life. I wish I could buy one of those. Simon is...Simon, and Adam is Adam. They both distract me from everything for a little bit. They’re both good people, and I’m probably selfish for wanting them around just because they make me feel okay for a little while. It doesn’t matter.” She took another sip from the glass. “I can’t imagine either of them not being around right now. So, like I said, complicated.” Wren recognized the hurt for what it was; of course she did. She and MK had been through the worst kind of hell together, and they’d helped each other pick up the pieces after. It was a strong bond, one that came from suffering things that no one else should ever have to understand, and Wren finished one more glass and then rubbed her eyes. She really didn’t have any choice to but to take the leap, and she knew it, but that didn’t make it any easier. Baby steps, maybe. “I just came from being with Luke. Roger doesn’t want me talking to him, and he doesn’t want Luke talking to me, so we didn’t tell anyone.” It was a small confession, but it was something, and she was counting on MK understanding that it was a big step, telling her anything, because she was so out of practice at it. It didn’t explain why she left, not yet, but it was definitely a hint, Roger’s disapproval. “How do you feel about them?” Wren asked of Simon and Adam because, no, she wasn’t going to just leave it at that. If it was something she and MK were good at, it was pushing each other to talk about the hard things. Otherwise, neither of them would do it; apparently that hadn’t changed over the years. “They make you feel okay, but how do you feel about them?” It was so easy to fall back onto the physical, and Wren still remembered the girl MK had been, the girl who had proclaimed she would never love anyone at all. Life had backfired there, and Wren was pretty sure all this drinking was just a band-aid. What she wanted to know was if Simon and Adam were band-aids too. She reached across the couch, and she squeezed the redhead’s hand. “It’s not selfish, MK.” Baby steps was all MK really wanted. She knew nothing would drastically change overnight because neither girl ever worked like that, even with themselves. They were damaged little things that learned from a young age to bury their problems because that made everything easier at the end of the day. Years of closing off again wouldn’t be fixed by a bottle of wine and one night, but MK really appreciated that Wren was trying, too. She couldn’t fight the raised eyebrow because while she expected Luke and Wren to reunite at some point, she didn’t expect it to be so soon. “So, Roger doesn’t know that,” she said more for herself than Wren. “I won’t say anything to him, Wren. Promise. That’s your business. How long? Are you happier? Is he?” She hoped they actually talked about some things, but with Wren and Luke, MK knew they didn’t function that way. They buried their problems in other ways, in the same ways Adam and MK were doing. But just like MK pushed Wren, her friend pushed right back. It was always a push and pull with the girls, tugging problems out forcefully because they knew it was better. She frowned and shook her head. “I’m not in love with either of them, if that’s what you mean. God, no.” Wren was right in her thoughts. Love had bitten her in the ass in the past, and MK, who had always never planned on letting herself fall for someone, definitely wasn’t going to let lightning strike twice. Hell no. “I mean, okay, I care about the both of them a lot, and it’s just...it’s nice to be around both of them.” Wren shook her head when MK asked if Roger knew. “Luke wants to be the one to tell him, but no, he doesn’t know.” That was the easy question; the others were harder, and Wren rubbed one of the bruises on her neck and shrugged her shoulders slightly, the movement sluggish in her drunkenness. “We’ve been talking since the night the hotel opened. Well, talking and fighting.” She paused “Last night was the first time since-” She trailed off there, because that answer was obvious, wasn’t it? Since five years ago almost. “I can’t stay away from him, and I know it would probably be better for him if I could, but I can’t. He’s- He’s angry, which isn’t a surprise, really, but he’s still him.” The question about being happier made her shrug again, and she sighed and then nodded. “I love him, MK. I never, ever stopped. I’ll take anything he’s willing to give me, for as long as he’s willing to give it.” The god, no that MK appended onto her assertion that she wasn’t in love with Adam or Simon made one of Wren’s perfectly arched brows go up, because it felt so much like the girl MK had been, the one who tried to keep from feeling things. It would be hypocritical to tell her friend that she needed to leave the dead behind and move on (because Wren thought that was probably behind all of this caution), because she couldn’t imagine moving on if she was in MK’s shoes. “If they’re good to you, and it makes you feel better to be around them, then that’s okay. Ignore Mary Jane. She’s young, and she’s idealistic, and she hasn’t been through what you’ve been through,” she said, finally, after a long silence. The hand that squeezed MK’s slipped away, and Wren only hesitated for a second before moving just a little closer and pulling the redhead into a tentative hug, one that hearkened back to the time when hugs could make everything at least a little better. “I’m so sorry, beautiful,” she said, because she’d never said it, and because she meant it, and because she couldn’t even think about what MK had gone through without it scaring her half to death. Despite the seriousness and somber attitude, MK smiled as Wren spoke of Luke. MK always knew how Wren felt about Luke, even when they were little girls that would curl up on their couches and talked about the boys and their problems. How worried they were. How head over heels they were. “If I believed in fate,” she started with a matter-of-fact expression on her face like she was an expert on the subjects of love and fate and destiny, “I’d say you two were destined to be together no matter what. But you kinda are meant for eachother, aren’t you? You’re happier together than apart.” She nodded to emphasis the point and easily drained the rest of her glass and found herself with a spark of jealousy when it came to Luke and Wren. Sure, god knows they were dysfunctional as anything, but at least they had eachother. “I think you can work it out, you two. You’re lucky to get the chance to.” The last part was a drunken slip, and the redhead frowned before she could help herself. The hug was a surprise, and in Wren’s arm, MK tensed for a moment before letting herself react and wrap her arms around the blond as well. She squeezed tightly because she was drunk and hungry for the kind of affection that used to be so much easier between the two of them. She twirled the blond strands around her fingers like she did before the years they lost. A sigh escaped. “Mary Jane is just a really good kid. Like, textbook good. I remember a bit of what she said to you in the journals. About how sex doesn’t fix things and how stupid she thinks I’m being, but whatever. She’s been through some things, and she clearly just knows how to cope better, or so she thinks.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes even though Wren couldn’t see it. “I don’t think she approves of Adam, right? That’s what she was saying? That she likes Simon better? She such a...kid, god. You’d think a girl involved with a superhero would know the world’s a little less black and white. Sleeping with Adam and holding hands with Simon, it distracts for just a little bit. Enough to let me catch my breath.” Wren didn’t hold the angry slip against MK. If the tables had been reversed, if she had been the one to lose Luke in the way MK had lost the person who most mattered to her, Wren would have felt the same way, and she likely would have been worse about showing it than MK. She ran her fingers down the long, red strands of MK’s hair, the touch as comforting to her as to her friend. They’d spent way too many hours in their lives soothing each other like this, and the embrace and touch went from tentative and awkward to unhurried and warm after a few seconds longer. She didn’t say that her concern was there was still one huge secret looming over whatever was happening with Luke, because she wasn’t ready to talk about that yet. Baby steps. Instead, she turned her attention completely to Adam and Simon and Mary Jane’s approval. “She’s sweet, but she’s not you, and you have to make your own choices.” She moved back enough to cup her friend’s face. “We used to be all black and white too, once. As for having sex with someone instead of spilling your heart out to them? I’m no better. Mary Jane is going to have to take you as you are, and she’s lucky to be with someone like you,” she said truthfully. She pushed strands of red hair off MK’s face a few moments later. Her expression turned serious, then. “Just be careful with Adam? I don’t know Simon well enough to know if you need to be careful with him, but I recall Adam being really intense about things. I just want someone who puts you first, at least when you’re with them, not whatever they’re obsessed about.” The fingers brushing through her hair comforted MK greatly, and her eyes drifted shut for a moment. It wouldn’t have fixed anything, but this was what she needed in the days after she lost him. During those rough days and weeks where she could barely breathe, refused to eat, and wouldn’t sleep. She needed her best friend hugging her and running her fingers through her hair. But that was time lost already, time they would never ever get back, and while MK was still pissed off about that, she was resigned to that being another thing that she couldn’t fix. There was no way she would get those weeks, months, years back, and she just hoped that she and Wren would return to the way they were back then. When Wren pulled back and cupped her cheek, MK offered her a tiny smile though the corners turned down a moment later. “He’s struggling, too, y’know. With guilt and blame and whatever. He blames himself for what happened.” She squeezed her eyes shut as if a headache was coming on and moved a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I’m worried. Worried for him and worried about what Pym’s going to do behind the door. Simon’s there. I don’t want him to get hurt either. And I’m really, really worried about what Pym’s gonna try to do to Adam. It’s not like you and Selina because I don’t think Selina’s bad. Not in the way Pym is.” Dropping her hand again, she huffed a breath through her lips. “I don’t want anything bad to happen, and I know something bad’s coming. I dunno when, but it’s gonna happen.” “Why does he blame himself?” Wren asked, because she honestly didn’t know the story well enough to know the answer. She was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it, whatever it was, and she sat back and poured herself another glass, which she sipped at, while holding one of MK’s hands in her own. “What kind of villain is he?” she asked, even though she didn’t really want to know. But MK was right about Selina, who Wren was slowly starting to understand a little better - all hurt girl and a lion’s share of impulsive self-destructiveness. Something in what MK said made her frown. “Does he know about Simon?” Because she knew how badly things like that could go, and her impression of Peter Parker was that he was as young and sweetly idealistic as Mary Jane. She squeezed MK’s fingers. “We’ll manage somehow, MK. We’ll control him if we have to. At least Selina can help with that.” Whatever Hank Pym brought to the table, it was pretty likely Selina had tussled with worse. MK squeezed Wren’s hand right back, and the drunken wooziness that was beginning to settle in her head didn’t prevent her from following suit and getting another glass for herself. She would pay the consequences later on if she had to, but right now the wine was helping her push through it all. “Oh, yeah we’ll figure something out. There’s no goddamn way I’m letting it get bad without at least trying.” She seemed sure and confident even though MK was anything but at the moment. She was constantly wracked with the worry that everything was going to fall into even worse shit, and sometimes she wondered about running away from it all again. Telling her agent to bring her back to one of the other cities. But then she remembered how many people she had here, and couldn’t bear to imagine any harm befalling them. “No, he doesn’t know about Simon, and Simon doesn’t know about him though I think Mary Jane might have mentioned something to Peter about Hank and Adam. I’m not sure.” Why did everything have to be so complicated? Instead of dealing with the fun and frustration of two different men, it was like six people were caught in the crossfire. Three might be a crowd, but MK thought six was a mob. “Adam thinks he could have prevented it from happening. Could have stopped the guy before he hurt him.” MK didn’t mention the fact that she blamed him a little, too, but the look that flickered over her face might as well have. “And that’s feeding into Pym, from what he’s saying, because Pym’s angry. Very angry. He’s the kind of guy who’s lost just too much and snapped. And now he’s out for revenge, I think, and he’s going to get himself hurt which means Adam’s going to get hurt and that worries the shit out of me. But then, it’s like, what if Pym decides to do some damage to the heroes on the door side, and then Peter gets hurt which means Simon gets hurt?” It was all confusing to a girl who had already gone through enough vigilante drama and loss to fill a couple of lifetimes. Wren tucked a strand of red hair behind MK’s ear with drunk-tremble fingers, and then she sighed as she sat back against the couch, giving into a night of soreness and exhaustion and sinking against the soft backrest. That she didn’t like anything MK was saying showed very clearly on her features, and she wondered why they couldn’t ever catch a break. The hint of anger she saw in MK’s face about Adam’s part in that long ago death was so raw, and it immediately made her change her opinion about MK’s involvement with Adam. It couldn’t be good, sleeping with someone that you blamed for the most significant loss in your life. Maybe that was hypocritical, but she’d given up on her own hope for a happy ending years ago - she hadn’t given up on hoping MK would have the fairytale. “Okay, so we need to be really careful about Pym,” she said, wondering if she should mention him to Silver. If he was a real threat, then Tony would know him. And if Tony didn’t know him, then maybe he should. Of course, bringing Adam up to Silver meant bringing up a whole past that Wren wasn’t really comfortable sharing; it was a delicate line. “I have a friend who might be able to help,” she finally said, because if it came down to MK’s safety or her own secrets, she would pick MK’s safety every time. She reached a lazy hand across the space, and she rubbed MK’s shoulder lightly. “Do you want me to try to talk to Adam?” she asked, because the offer needed to be made, even if he’d always made her feel a little apprehensive. She knew Luke had liked him, though, and that went a long way. An afterthought, Wren smiled. “Maybe we should avoid drunken texts this time.” It was a comment about the girls they had been, carefree and willing to text their feelings all the time. Wren didn’t remember what it felt like to be that girl, not entirely, but there was a little bit of her that was present after the previous night, which was a new development. MK easily caught the disapproval in Wren’s expression -- she had become a bit of an expert in Wren-faces long ago, and the alcohol pulsing through the blond’s veins made it very apparent how she felt. MK could see where she was coming from, of course, but she wasn’t too pressed to care about disapproval over Adam. There were bigger problems. She nodded, however, when Wren offered to contact him. “If you’d like,” she said. Wren didn’t know Adam very well, MK was aware of that. Frankly, she didn’t know him as much as she did now back in Seattle. He was her vigilante’s best friend, sure, but their interactions were few and they didn’t really start speaking until after they lost him. “Your friend, he’s through the same door too?” She wondered just how many damn people were a part of each door. It seemed like a lot of people shared hers. The redhead giggled at Wren’s statement. “Yeah, I think things might get messy.” There were moments she liked thinking of Seattle, of the good or silly things that happened, like drinking too much and telling a certain mask her feelings. Those memories made her happy as she sat on the couch, reaching out to twirl a strand of Wren’s hair around her finger. Made her happy in a way she usually didn’t allow it. “Worked out in our favor though right? At least for a little bit.” “My friend is in your door, yes,” Wren clarified with a nod. She’d reach out to Adam and Silver. It would make her feel better, and it would make her feel useful. “Selina has to go through tomorrow, something about a job, but I’ll talk to them as soon as I’m back.” She closed her eyes when MK twirled a strand of blonde hair around her fingers. It was so much like the past, like five years had just disappeared and set them down on the couch of that horrible Hamartia apartment. It was bittersweet, and Wren wished they could go back there and change so many things. Not leave New York. Not let MK’s boy die. She sighed, and she touched her fingers to MK’s cheek, lazy touched and passes of fingertips against the redhead’s jawline. “Let’s get some sleep,” she finally said. She’s only gotten a few hours of rest at Luke’s, and MK looked like the wine would send her right off if she managed to find a pillow to rest her head on. Wren gave her friend a hug, warm and long and maybe a little too tight, and before tears could brim over she stood. “Sweet dreams, MK.” The wine made MK incredibly grateful of how familiar this all felt. She hated to admit it, but she missed this. Having someone know her so completely and still love her. Still comfort her. Still embrace her. She nodded and hoped that Wren speaking to them would help the situation just a little bit. It had to, or things were bound to get desperate. She returned the hug just as tightly and pressed a quick kiss to her friend's cheek. "Night, kitten." |