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Moving In (Roxie)
The night after their discussion, Joe followed Roxie's instructions to get into the building and headed upstairs to the apartment to check it out. He politely declined the doorman's offer of assistance as he didn't want to frighten the poor guy with the weight of his bags or their contents. Between all the clothing and weapons, Joe knew Uncomfortable Questions might be asked so he avoid the whole situation by carrying his own things.
Once he got through the door, Joe turned on some lights and checked the place out. Roxie had really good taste; the place was furnished much better than the places he'd been in the last few years. He didn't even see any rats scurrying once the lights were on. The cleanliness of the place made him realize just what kind of dumps he'd been inflicting on himself since he left Colorado Springs.
He sought the nearest empty bedroom and found it, sitting his bags down and taking off his coat. He was about to figure out what he'd sleep on when he remembered something about a rooftop garden. Now, he had to see it.
He found the access to the rooftop and stepped out, looking around at the place. Whatever he'd expected this place to be, this was so much more. Joe simply walked around a bit, getting an idea of the space. He could put a heavy bag right over there, in the corner, if Roxie didn't mind...
for a moment, Joe let all of his worries and trepidations about the world fall away and he stood near the edge of the building with his head titled back, eyes closed and just enjoyed the sounds of New York by night.
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Joe hadn't seen Tommy since then, but he'd heard stories of the thing that Tommy became and knew that his failure to stop him had caused other deaths, too. He was a failure at heroing as far as he saw. People got hurt or died because he wasn't on his A-game.
"I'd apologize to my parents because they deserve it after everything I've put them through. I'd also make sure my friends understood that I respect them and that I know they'll get past it. And I'd make sure Sammy wasn't working on a last minute effort to save me when she could be working on something else. I know she would." Joe said.
"But in truth, I think I'd spend the remaining hours with someone really important to me just so I know that when I go, I was with someone who mattered at the end." he said.
He'd thought about the answer to that for a long, long time so it was easy for him to answer the question.
"Okay. Your turn on the next question. I feel like I've been talking more than listening." he said.
But he didn't let go of Roxie's hands, though his own were calloused and rough from years of fighting, a literally clawing and scraping by in some ways.
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She squeezed his hands again, feeling their gentle roughness against the tough silkiness of her own. "She's not the only one who'd try to save you," Roxie added. "I mean...you know." Her brow furrowed. "We all care about you, no matter how long you've been away."
There was, on the tip of her tongue, another question that Roxie wanted to ask, but it wasn't her question to ask. She wanted to know who that important someone would be to Joe.
"What's the darkest thought you've ever had?"
Yeah, because that wasn't a zinger.
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Her stomach lightly rumbled. Gods, but that smelled good.
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There were a couple of times I got hurt a lot worse than I should when I was on the streets because I was hoping that someone would take me down. It took a few people to build me back up. I still blame myself for what happened to her but I decided to use that to push me to help as many people as I could. Sometimes, I even do a good job at it." he said.
"Most women would be backing away very slowly right now after being told something like that." he said, smiling gently at her.
"The darkest thought toward another person? Melissa's brother. I wanted to kill him something awful for everything he's done. There were a few crooks along the way that I really wanted to skip the legal process with but keep them alive while I..." Joe stops mid-sentence because he can barely bring himself to say the word "torture".
His father would never condone such a thing and he was taught better than that, but some of the really bad guys he'd run into along the way deserved that at a minimum.
When the food came, Joe took a moment to compose himself, take a deep breath and smell the food, which made his stomach rumble, too. When the owner noticed their drinks were low, she brought them a bit more and then left them in peace.
"What about you? I wouldn't be surprised if the people that hurt you got a starring role in some of your less pleasant thoughts." he said.
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"The thing is, we all have dark thoughts and dark impulses. After the thing with the Kree, I wanted to destroy the entire race. There are nights where I still want to charge up there as a fully realized Olympian and destroy their entire civilization for trying to use me as their brood mare," Roxie said. "How could I not? There's nothing...there's no bigger insult than..." she shook her head. Of all the things she had ever thought she'd mean to the Kree, being their brood mare was not one of them. "For what it's worth, Joe, I'm glad you never followed through with that dark place about yourself. I know I might not have learned about it, since you weren't in touch, but I'm sure I'd know that the world was an emptier place without you."