Vincent Amorason (
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Picking Up The Pieces
So... that was it. He wasn't an Avenger anymore. Vincent felt very uncertain, about almost everything. He'd already spoken to Bruce, and consulted with his academic advisor about temporarily scaling back his course-load. He had an appointment with Stark at the end of the week to discuss his position there. Audhild was going to be well-educated and provided for. He'd even worked out a grocery list for the next few weeks and fully cleaned the apartment.
He'd done everything he could think of, he'd been so intent on putting this off.
He picks up the phone and dials a number that he'd resolved not to for some time.
"Hello... Roxanne."
He'd done everything he could think of, he'd been so intent on putting this off.
He picks up the phone and dials a number that he'd resolved not to for some time.
"Hello... Roxanne."
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This wasn't an easy conversation for her to have, partially because this was the first such conversation that Roxie had ever had in her life, and secondly, because she was all-too-aware of how Vincent was in a fragile place right now. She didn't want to make that worse or, and here was a terrible thought, send him teetering over the edge. This was, after all, the child of Victor von Doom and Amora the Enchantress.
"Vincent," Roxie said, finally, deeming that maybe an explanation of her current love life wasn't exactly in order. "I expected better of you than this. Trying to guilt me this way. That's not fair."
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His mouth hangs open slightly as the words hit him like a slap in the face. "No..." He says quietly. "That's not what I was trying to do. I just wanted to know... I'm sorry if... if that was rude to ask." He lowers his head in apology.
Could... could she be right? Was he really just trying to play her because he desired to have her back? No. He refused to believe it. He was better than that. Now, at least. He had not fallen that far.
He swallows again and searches for words. "I think... I think this is the part where one of us is supposed to say 'Let's still be friends', but I don't think I can do that right now. It... seeing you is..." He clears his throat and just gestures with one hand. "If you ever need my help with anything, you know you can ask, but I think it may still be a while before we can just hang out casually.
I don't begrudge you anything... you're just giving me the truth, so that's all I can give you. It hurts, incredibly so, yes, but... but if he makes you happy, I'm glad for you." That's the point at which he can't meet her eyes anymore. Not after the accusation of a moment ago. His wounded pride won't let him go so far as to say out loud that maybe Rogers can offer her something he can't, that maybe people simply can't be solved for 'x', but it's something.
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However, the annoyance cuts off quickly as he's surprised by her next comment. "Lena?" He blinks. "I... I haven't seen her in months. It might make me sound like a bad friend, but she's hardly even crossed my mind... What makes you think of her? I told you, what was going on with her before we got together was just... casual. Benefits, I believe is the prevailing term."
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He opens and shuts his mouth once, then again. Finally, he just shakes his head and reaches for his wallet, leaving cash and a generous tip for the food. "No... I don't have anything else." That statement in itself rings through his head like a tower's bell. "Goodbye Roxanne. I sincerely hope he makes you happy." He gets up, bowing his head gently, and starts walking out.