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nextgenerationmarvel2014-11-23 01:34 pm
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"There you go, officers," Ryan landed down in front of the Timely Bank and Trust, the two would-be bank-robbers encased in hard-to-break coils of cosmic energy. He'd been there to grab some cash for a haircut when the two dunderheads had decided to try and rob the place.
Seriously, who even robs banks in New York anymore? Between all of the various superhero groups - and they were on their third generation of heroes now, really - it was one of the stupidest things to do.
"Thank you...Lucent Lad?" The officer looked up at Ryan, raising an eyebrow.
"Stellar, actually," Ryan replied with a grin. It was designed to hold back a grimace."Lucent Lad was too...dorky." That had been the name he'd chosen for himself back when he and his brother Jacob had first moved back to New York and...no. He'd changed the codename soon thereafter. Sadly, though, some people still remembered it. "Anyway, though! Money's back in the safe. They're all checking to make sure things balance. I gotta jet but, you know. You might wanna tell these knuckleheads that robbing banks in New York is so eighteen-hundreds."
With a wave, he flew back up into the air, relishing the feel of the rushing wind against his face. When he was high enough, he turned away from midtown and headed towards his stylists' place, lost in thought.
A lot had happened in the last couple of weeks, it felt like. Remi and Alexa had given birth to their baby. The Pier had been attacked by a group of villains. He'd had some auditions that had gone really well, and others that had gone less so. (But he was doing a small thing off-Broadway, so that was nice.)
He sometimes wondered what it'd be like to settle down and start a family of his own but, realistically, he was far from ready for that. There was so much he still had to do, so much he still had to experience. So much growing he still had left to do. It worked for people like Remi and Alexa, but for people like Ryan...
Not yet.
He landed in front of his stylist's realized he still had an hour to kill before he went in.
Heh. Oops. He flew over the street and landed in front of the coffee shop that was directly opposite the salon. Coffee and a muffin couldn't hurt...
Seriously, who even robs banks in New York anymore? Between all of the various superhero groups - and they were on their third generation of heroes now, really - it was one of the stupidest things to do.
"Thank you...Lucent Lad?" The officer looked up at Ryan, raising an eyebrow.
"Stellar, actually," Ryan replied with a grin. It was designed to hold back a grimace."Lucent Lad was too...dorky." That had been the name he'd chosen for himself back when he and his brother Jacob had first moved back to New York and...no. He'd changed the codename soon thereafter. Sadly, though, some people still remembered it. "Anyway, though! Money's back in the safe. They're all checking to make sure things balance. I gotta jet but, you know. You might wanna tell these knuckleheads that robbing banks in New York is so eighteen-hundreds."
With a wave, he flew back up into the air, relishing the feel of the rushing wind against his face. When he was high enough, he turned away from midtown and headed towards his stylists' place, lost in thought.
A lot had happened in the last couple of weeks, it felt like. Remi and Alexa had given birth to their baby. The Pier had been attacked by a group of villains. He'd had some auditions that had gone really well, and others that had gone less so. (But he was doing a small thing off-Broadway, so that was nice.)
He sometimes wondered what it'd be like to settle down and start a family of his own but, realistically, he was far from ready for that. There was so much he still had to do, so much he still had to experience. So much growing he still had left to do. It worked for people like Remi and Alexa, but for people like Ryan...
Not yet.
He landed in front of his stylist's realized he still had an hour to kill before he went in.
Heh. Oops. He flew over the street and landed in front of the coffee shop that was directly opposite the salon. Coffee and a muffin couldn't hurt...
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He shook his head. "Alisa, I came to see you when you were injured. Anytime you needed help - like needing your car, for instance - and you reached out to me, I was there. Friends do that. I never actually bailed on you. Sure, I broke up with you because our romantic entanglement became too complicated, and it's not fair for you to lay that on me when you couldn't decide who you actually wanted do be with. Besides, friendship? There's many different kinds. Maybe you're trying to stick me into the wrong friend slot."
He shrugged. "Believe whatever you want, Alisa, but I never lied to you, I never played you, I never set out to ruin your life. I dated you despite my family disagreeing with my decision on it. I've been there for you as much as would be reasonably possible, but come on. There, at the Pier, you're the one who brought up how you wished you could have told me that you loved me. You're the one who told me that you changed the color of your eyes for my brother. Do you have any idea how bizarre all of that was? Any reasonable person would have stepped away."
He took a deep breath. "I admit that I'm generally a pretty immature guy. I still spend my Saturday mornings in my Pokemon pajamas eating cereal and watching cartoons on Netflix. But I never once ran away from you, as you put it. I stepped away because you were being uncomfortably clingy and indecisive. Remember how you wanted to be an actress for five minutes there? Oh, you'll find some way to justify it, but that felt like you trying to get back into my world somehow. Like you'd lucked out with Alistaire so you were running back to me." He shook his head. "Whatever soap opera life you've got running on in your head, Alisa, snap out of it. I mean, listen to yourself, right now. I'm not the one who sounds like a lovescorned teenager."
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She took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm down. Ryan hit her everywhere that hurt. Every part of her inside that was open and festering took a blow. She looked flustered when he brought up how she changed her eyes and wanted to be an actress.
"Fine, Ryan. You got me. I'm an emotionally stunted teenager. I cannot do anything "nice", just wrong. Really wrong." There was no frown on her face, no smile. "I am incapable of seeing things the way you do. I hurt easily, and when I do I act like a wounded beast. EVERYTHING is black and white with no shades of grey in between!"
This was all just humiliating and she realized she made a total ass out of herself, making that hurt inside of her even worse.
"I DID want to be an actress, I always have. I gave up after I received some sage advice that I should go back to doing what I do best. To stop being something I am obviously not and can never be." Her voice was low, now. "Apparently what I am good at is screwing everything up and being the embodiment of chaos in someone's life, much less my own."
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He hadn't really glanced at the laptop when she'd pulled it out to show the file to him. As he'd said earlier, he knew that she'd find some way of justifying her actions, and no matter how rooted in truth they may or may not have been, Alisa had never been one to back down and really see the error of her ways.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're zero to sixty when it goes from being passive-aggressive to just straight up aggressive?" he asked. "Honestly, I don't care that you were in school plays or that you wanted to be an actress. That past of yours was something that we had never discussed - something that literally just came up right now, with a file that you just somehow happened to have oh-so-handily. You have to understand that, where I was coming from, and from the conversation we'd been having that day in the Pier, it just seemed really weird and clingy to me. I mean, you still don't get how weird the fact that you changed your eyes for my brother - who you'd never even met - was, do you?"
"Seriously, Alisa." Ryan stood up. "Stop always playing the victim and stop flip-flopping around between everything in your life. Grow up, make some decisions, and stand by them, otherwise the next guy you get involved with might get fed up and walk out on you as well."
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She allowed herself to take in more anger and rage around her than usual. It was the only real emotion she understood, anyway. She feared it, it made her want to change who she was, but now she just accepted it. It was strange, but in doing so, she felt more in control and felt like her composure was being patched back up.
"Thanks, Ryan. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go. I have things to do."
As much as she wanted to punch him in the face, she refrained. No, she would do something about that later this eve. Instead, she turned her back to him and started to walk out.