"You're literally a corpse," Shea pointed out. "I think that's why it was so hard for me to get into you." Shea cracked her neck and stretched out her arms. She side-eyed the ice-cold vigilante. "I've asked you a thousand questions, now do you have any for me?"
"Why'd you become a vigilante?" Hailstrom had no problem asking such a personal question- Shea had already learned that and more about Hailstrom, after all. They kept their arms folded, waiting patiently for an answer.
Shea shrugged. "My powers don't like to be controlled, they like to control. I can't keep 'em boxed up inside or it'll tear me apart. The best thing I could do was let them loose on criminals and such… Better than trying to keep them in and end up hurting myself and others in the struggle," Shea explained. "The world's full of dirtbags, I just wanna get rid of 'em."
Hailstrom grunted some, nodding. He could understand powers like that. After all, he did bring a chill to every place he came, even when asleep. And it only got worse the more he felt… anything, really.
"It feels good to think we're helping people with what we do."
"I've put away over two hundred criminals. Some of them just random thugs and bank robbers, others were masterminds and the faces of sinister plots and shit." Shea angrily blew a piece of hair out of her face. "Others I've had to kill. I'd rather not do that though. Makes kids afraid of me. I don't like kids, but I hate it when they look at me and flinch." She sighed, pulling her jacket tighter around herself.
"I see…" Shea knew Hailstrom wouldn't be able to say the same. It was as if every single attack he made was meant to kill. He was the one who didn't care about collateral damage- so long as the threat was taken care of.
"Any specific reason you became a vigilante? You just kinda showed up in my city one day. The only real reason I let you stay was because you didn't harm citizens, only the threats." Shea yawned and rubbed her eyes. Her exhaustion from lack of sleep was eventually going to catch up to her, but she was determined that it wouldn't be that day.
"Well," Hailstrom started slowly, looking to Shea, "I didn't think I had much of a choice. After all the harm my father had caused through me, I figured I might as well do the most I could with my fresh start. Besides, your city was where I was brought to after the blizzard."
"And you just never thought about leaving?" Shea raised an eyebrow, now painfully aware of the insane amount of questions she was asking. "Just decided that Ironvein was good enough and didn't think about leaving."
"Pretty much, yeah." Hailstrom let out another breath, shaking his head. "I knew it was safe from my father, for then at least. My original plan was when he showed up I left, but that's not what happened now is it?"
"Hey, you chose to come with me, Frosty." Shea teasingly pointed a finger at Hailstrom and cocked her head. "But I don't really understand why…" She slightly narrowed her eyes, staring down the other vigilante. "Why do you care if your father kills me or not?"
"You're a good ally to have, and a formidable opponent. I'd like to not have to face you any time in the future." Hailstrom shrugged some, arms folded across his chest.
"Do you blame me?"
"You're keeping me around because you don't want me to go against you at some point in time." Shea laughed and smirked. "I don't blame you. I'm not really one you would like to consider an enemy."
"No, you're not." Hailstrom chuckled dryly. "I much prefer when you're, if not fighting with me, then not at least fighting me." The vigilante shook their head, arms folding a bit more.
Shea's eyes lit up and she sat up a little in her seat. "Ha!" She pointed a finger at the icy vigilante, a shit-eating smirk spread across her face. "I made you laugh! Frosty, you're goin' soft."
Hailstrom rolled their eyes, lifting their hand to flip Shea off. He didn't say a word, putting his legs up and folding his arms again
Shea cackled at the gesture and kicked back in her seat. "Are my winning personality and stunning looks finally melting that ice cold heart of yours?" She laughed, closing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair.
"If that ever happened, I'd probably die again," the man said, shaking his head. "It won't ever happen." Hailstrom looked out the window, at the ocean passed by underneath.
"Nah, I wouldn't let you die on my watch." Shea checked the GPS on the ship. "Damn, we still have three hours until we land."
"Well, that's what we get for taking one of the smaller aircraft." Hailstrom rolled their eyes, arms around their chest still as they looked out.
"They aren't designed for long distance speed."
"Well, Sherlock," Shea snapped, a playful venom in her tone. "If we'd taken anything bigger then your big bad dad would see us coming. Also, I'm ninety percent sure that I would've crashed anything larger right into the Atlantic."
"We could have faked it, like it was a successful mission," Hailstrom pointed out. "Taken the entire ship back on autopilot. There wouldn't be suspicion either, like there will be on a long close range ship."
Shea eyed the other vigilante and shifted back further into her seat. "Well. I'm not one to fake. This is all me, 100% bonafide honesty and realness right here."
Hailstrom snorted some, looking out the window.
"I'm not. I'm not above cheating my way to victory. I guess it's just a leftover from my days with my father."
"Life's too short to fill it with lies and shit." Shea groaned and went to pressing random buttons on the control panel. She found a big red shiny one and didn't hesitate to slam her fist into it. The ship lurched forward, knocking Shea off her feet. "I think I found the jets."