(uhh only vaguely, I think. Also I added a third OC that I'm gonna introduce eventually; he can maybe be a love interest for Shea or Paisley, if you like!)
Jason's eyebrow twitched faintly when she wiped her hand, but he didn't say anything, merely turned to lead her into the tower. "You can leave your bags here, we'll come back and pick them up." He said, glancing back at her for a moment, then continuing to walk. "Also, I know your abilities have something to do with fear? I'm afraid I'm unaware of the specifics. But. You should know that any use of your abilities to manipulate or hurt any of us living here in the tower will not be taken lightly. Bucky Barnes, for instance, still has a fragile mind and any messing with him would not go well. Also Steve would be pissed too, though I know you don't like Steve and probably don't care what he would think."
(Ooh! Depends on who the OC is, but I'm up for anything!)
"Bucky's… an acquaintance…" Shea shrugged and dropped her bags to the floor with a loud thump. "I wouldn't want to hurt him or the other Avengers unless they deserved it. I'm no fun to be around when I'm pissed." Shea shoved her hands into her pockets and cracked her neck. "And as for my powers, yeah they basically control fear. I can manipulate it in people, making them hallucinate and blood pressure to rise." She debated telling Jason of the downsides, but deemed it unnecessary. "Nothing much, but I'm good in a hand-to-hand fight. Nat taught me when I was younger, before she joined the big leagues." A wide smirk spread across her face. "I bet I could take you in a fight any day."
(I added him to my original post with the character profiles, you're welcome to take a look)
Jason's mouth tugged in a dry smile as he headed for the elevator. "I sincerely doubt it. I'm stronger than I look." He laughed a little bit, hitting the elevator button and waiting for both it and Shea to arrive so that he could keep showing her around the tower. "But I understand. About your powers, I mean. Not using them on us is appreciated."
(aight ima check them ooooooooooooooouuuut~)
"No problem," Shea replied, leaning against the wall. "But I'm planning on kicking your ass later. I'm assuming that there's a gym where we can spar and stuff, granted that this is Avenger Tower, holy shit. I'm living with the Avengers." Shea laughed and raked her fingers through her hair. "God, I sound like a four-year-old when I say that." Shea smiled, her nose scrunching up and the right side of her face showing lots of emotion, while the left side stayed virtually still.
(:D alright! Lemme know what you think. Also I gtg now, so goodnight!)
"You may try." Jason replied calmly, stepping inside the elevator when it dinged. "And yeah, there's a sparring room, if you'd like to spar later. We can certainly do that." He hit the button to go to a different floor, and the doors closed as the elevator began to move.
(oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh I like him! Maybe for Shea because they're both mind-power type people!)
"Alright." Shea popped a piece of gum into her mouth. She bobbed her head along to a random song playing in her head and folded her arms, lightly tapping slender fingers against her arm. "So, Jason, how'd you come to live here? They don't exactly let anyone come live here."
(:D thanks! Yeah sounds good!)
Jason sighed faintly. He had been wondering when she was going to ask him that. "It's… complicated. I work for SHIELD, is part of the reason." He wondered if she'd question the fact that a teenage boy worked for SHIELD. He knew she would have plenty of questions for him, he just wasnt sure how to answer them all. He also wasn't sure how she would react if he told her who his father was.
"Mmm… I worked for SHIELD for a while. I was part of their 'Young Heroes' program-" Shea put finger quotes around "Young Heroes." "Yeah, it sucked. Nothing but pawns for SHIELD. We were just expendable soldiers with random powers, meant to do whatever SHIELD wanted us to do. A few years back, I discovered that Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD, but I needed to be sure. So I went on a scouting mission and ended up getting captured. Four years later, Bucky and Sam found me by pure luck. SHIELD didn't even bother looking for me, so I resigned. I was just gonna move away and stuff, but Clint reached out to me. He talked with the Avengers, and they let me come stay here." She paused. Her smirk had morphed into a scowl. "So. I didn't see you around the Young Heroes program, so how did you end up at SHIELD?"
His mouth twitched. "Yeah. Young Heroes flopped. And no, I was never involved with that program, just heard about it. As for how I ended up at SHIELD…it's complicated. And classified. So. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you or not, since you aren't part of SHIELD anymore, and even if you were, you might not have the clearance for the information anyway."
"Classified, eh?" Shea raised an eyebrow and her signature smirk reappeared. "Must've been big." She yawned and leaned her head against the cool metal of the elevator wall. "But then again, SHIELD kept secrets from everyone. I swear to God, everything was considered 'classified.'" More finger quotes. Her violet eyes glanced up to the indicator above the doors that told them what floor they were on. A soft DING sounded, the elevator slowly coming to a stop on floor 86.
Jason sighed faintly. "Yeah. That's just how government operations work, though." He stepped out of the elevator, beckoning Shea over. "These levels are where most of the labs are, so you probably won't be doing much around here unless you're into science." He laughed faintly, running his hands through his hair and looking around the room quietly, letting Shea take everything in.
"Nah, I was never a great student in school. Never really interested in what they had to teach me. However, I was a stellar athlete if I do say so myself. Top of my class in SHIELD Academy when it came to athletics." Shea's eyes wandered around the lab, noting all of the scientists and what they were working on. It seemed to be mostly machinery and technology. Much better than she was used to. "So, you got any powers or anything?" Shea asked. She picked up a small glowing box and a scientist quickly snatched it out of her hand and told her to not touch things. Shea just laughed it off and made her way over to Jason's side.
Jason chuckled softly. "Ice." He held up a hand, a web of ice forming between his fingers for a moment, before melting away again. "And, ah, I'm a supersoldier, as well." He looked up at her for a moment, then beckoned towards the elevator again. "Come on, there isn't much to see on the rest of this level, just science shit, it's boring."
Shea's eyes lit up when Jason demonstrated his powers. "A cryokinetic? Impressive." Shea nodded and smirked, following Jason into the elevator. "I used to know a pyrokinetic. She was pretty chill despite her powers." She once again leaned against the steel wall of the elevator. "And a super soldier too… Hey, how did you get those powers?"
"Thanks. Ah…" He hesitated for a moment. "It's complicated, I think." He shrugged a little, pressing the button for the elevator and looking over at her. "I can explain, if you like, but it may take a while." He ran his hand over his hair a little, leaving the blond strands sticking nearly straight up, before falling back down again.
Shea raised an eyebrow at the super soldier. "I got time," She deadpanned. When he was quiet for a few seconds she decided to continue. "If it makes you feel any better I can tell you how I got my powers, which isn't a story I really care to tell…" She trailed off before she felt an all to familiar sensation creep up on her. Like something rabid and feral within her fighting against the locks and restraints she put on its cage. "Also, do you have just an empty room I could use? Just with nothing in it and totally separated from all living people?"
"Alright. Uh, yeah, we do have a room you could use. As for my abilities…long story short, I was created by SHIELD, ah, artificially, using blood from…well, from Steve Rogers, along with someone else. The supersoldier stuff is from him, and the ice is the other person. I don't know who." He shrugged a shoulder, bouncing on the heels of his feet for a moment as he looked at the elevator instead of at her. "So I am a fake person, if that answers your questions. That is also the reason I'm actually here, at the tower."
"Damn," Shea muttered, her expression slightly hardening at the mention of Steve Rogers. "Well, uh for me… My mom was one of the first mutants back in the 30s. She was exposed to some hostile conditions that mutated her genes when she was still in womb… And my dad was a mystic that had dabbled in both the dark arts and the… regular arts…" Shea trailed off, violet eyes trained on the elevator doors. "Me and my brother were born fairly normal, but that didn't last long. The government killed my parents because they were different in a strange time… And then sometime in the 50s something happened to me - I don't know what really - and I was in an ageless coma." Shea swallowed. "When I woke up, they didn't hesitate to put me - six years old at the time - right into the SHIELD training program and when they discovered my powers they put me in Young Heroes." The elevator dinged, ripping Shea from her monologue. "Well, uh. Next stop on the Avenger's tour I guess."
"Yikes. Let's, uh, not get into a backstory contest." He said, wiggling the remaining fingers on his left hand at her with a quiet laugh. The doors slid open, and he grinned. "Welcome to the launchpad, Shea. This is where we launch the Quinjet from, and any other air vehicles that we use." He smiled a little, looking around as a light wind whipped past.
"Mine's dramatic-er," Shea added with a snort and a smirk, she tapped her large facial scar with her index finger. She squinted upon arriving at the launchpad. Her arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her hoodie tighter around her muscles and slim frame. "Damn, its cold," she grumbled. "What's next?"
"Ah, true, but I'm missing fingers." He wiggled them again with a laugh as he led her back into the elevator. "I'll show you the gym, then the main level where we spend a lot of our time, then your rooms. Sound good?" He asked, leaning against the wall of the elevator as he pushed the button to start the descent down to the gym.
"Whatever," Shea shrugged and laughed as she followed Jason into the elevator. As they were descending,the reality of Shea actually living with the Avengers set in. A stupid smirk spread across her face as she wondered who she could possibly run into at the Tower. "So, does everyone live here? Bucky, Clint, Nat, Tony, Sam, and so on."
"Mm…most people, yeah. Sam does not, but he drops by every now and again. Clint divides his time between here and his…where he goes is classified, but he spends about half his time here. Tony isn't always here either, he divides his time between his house in Malibu and the tower and business trips. But other than that, everyone lives here." Jason explained as the elevator descended.
"The whole gang, huh?" Shea absently tapped her fingers against her arm, a smirk resting on her face. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing the 10th floor, the gym.
"Mostly. You ah, aren't going to be able to avoid running into my…running into Steve, by the way. It's just…a fact, I guess." He shrugged faintly as he led her into the gym. "The gym is open to anyone, at any time, though. So whenever you want to come down and work out or whatever, you're welcome to."
