Thomas squeezed her hand lightly, then pulled her close into a hug, feeling the way her body trembled in his hands. He just held her, comforting her silently. He was suddenly hyperaware of every place where their bodies touched. He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, knowing she was a mind reader.
Morgan was frozen, she never thought he would feel safe enough to touch her this way. Her oldest friend. She recalled how she used to chase him around with her bare hands outstretched, teasing and screaming how she would suck the life out of him. Their favorite game as children. Jesus…when was the last time I touched him when we weren't fighting? She had never really noticed, since the stronger her powers got the more she pushed everyone away… She buried her head into his chest, wrapping her arms around him. She was careful to stay slightly apart from him though. God knew she still didn't need wings.
The rumble of his thoughts grew louder as they touched, and she jerked away, blushing wildly. She wanted to cling to him forever. She cleared her throat, "Well. That's enough emotion for today, yea?" She emulated her father's bored tone perfectly.
A light dusting of scarlet formed on Thomas' cheek and he scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously, "Yeah, I guess…" he said, clearing his throat and looking at his shoes
"Fabulous. I'll be in my room….Drinking my father's scotch." She brushed past both of her friends towards the elevator. She was pushing them away. Again. It was just better this way….right? What's life when you can't be around or touch those you love?
She paused at Thomas' side and whispered a fervent "Thank you…" conveying all the emotion she wouldn't say in those two words.
Owen went back to the corner of his room and picked up a book. He did't care that he didn't even shut his door, he could do it later.
(owen is a great listener, because he won't interrupt you with talking. He can't he is psychologically mute)
Thomas watched her go, his eyes worried and sad. He let out a breath and headed for the elevator after she left, pressing a random button, deep in thought
Morgan barreled through the higher floors of the tower, stumbling and running into practically everything. She burst into her father's lab, not noticing the tears that stained her cheeks. Tony was gone on a mission, but just being here in a room that oozed his energy calmed her slightly. "UGH!" she yelled. She'd hadn't felt this confused about her own emotions in years.
She sat down in front of a half built suit and started tinkering, ignoring everything else.
Hey do you want me to be Tony? I loooove rping as him?//
"oh, yea I was just wondering if you were doing anything, if you are, I won't get in the way, just bored." He sighed and pulled his mask over his face,staring at the ceiling "by the way did you need something? you called my name during the fight. Is something wrong?"
"Oh! Well you just kinda left and I wanted to know if you were alright." She said rubbing the back of her neck.
Owen put down his book then walked downstairs and noticed Jasper and Chesh in the room. He smiled a bit and waved.
Hey do you want me to be Tony? I loooove rping as him?//
((If you want sure!))
Tony returned from a business meeting and walked in to see Morgan, "Your not improving on my tech are you?" He joked with an eyebrow raised and his signature half-smirk
Morgan jumped, flipping up the goggles she was wearing and handing off the torch to DUM-E. "Of course I am. This is going to be my suit, anyway. You've added way too much armor again. How am I supposed to move?" She plopped her hands on her fists, glaring into eyes that were exactly like hers.
Tony sighed, "More armor is more protection" he reminded her, "Don't you remove it, Mor" he said, peering at her work, "Huh, never thought about that," he muttered about one of her improvements, more to himself than anything else
"Where did Morgan go?" Chesh asked Owen. "Did she get hurt in the fight?"
Owen looked at he and shrugged a bit. he actually didn't well know where she would go.
Chesh bit her lip. She wasn't hurt was she? Should she go find her? "I'm going to find Morgan." Chesh said walking out of the room.
Owen walked after chesh and when he caught up to her he put his hand on her shoulder.
Chesh jumped when Owen put his hand on her shoulder. She breathed a sigh of relive when she realized it was him. "Hey Owen. Do you need anything?" She asked.
He bit his lip. so many things he wanted help with, so many things he needed help with, so many of them left him the way he was. So many of them were the reason he couldn't talk. He just looked at her biting his lip trying to think.
Tony sighed, "More armor is more protection" he reminded her, "Don't you remove it, Mor" he said, peering at her work, "Huh, never thought about that," he muttered about one of her improvements, more to himself than anything else
"You do realize that I have the durability of Cap and Thor right?" Morgan quipped, sighing. This was a discussion they has at least once a month. She could predict exactly what he was going to say, even without reading his mind. "No daughter of mine goes out in a leotard to save the world. Blah blah blah"
She glanced up at him, studying his profile as he muttered to himself, poking at the same things she had been poking at. Suddenly, she wrapped and arm around him and pressed her face into his shoulder, unafraid of the skin to skin contact. Tony had no power for her to take, but his thoughts got loud as hell. "I almost lost it today, daddy." She whispered, ashamed.
Chesh cocked her head. She looked at him with confusion.
Owen looked down then sighed and nodded then walked away in the other direction.
Chesh winced. "Sorry I shouldn't have done that." She said cowering slightly.
Owen nodded then walked towards the stairs to go upstairs. Isolation, always how he coped. Always how he survived. Always how he had been.
Tony blinked, then hugged her back, gently rubbing her back, "Hey, hey, what happened, baby?" He whispered, kissing her head, he felt a smart quip coming to his mind, but forcing it down
Chesh watched Owen go. Oh no. Did she hurt him? Should she go after him?
(Should Chesh follow Owen?)
(Sure)
Owen walked into his room and over to the curtains, he adjusted them so they were neater.
Chesh followed Owen up to him room and knocked to his door. "Owen?" She said.