13068/Catching up like this is awkward

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Catching up like this is awkward
Date of Scene: 19 April 2021
Location: Upper West Hill, Old Gotham
Synopsis: Drake and June talk in the hospital after his life saving heroics.
Cast of Characters: Slipstream, June Connor




Slipstream has posed:
It may have took a bit of prodding and arguing, but Drake finally gets her to the hospital in Gotham. He flew with her in his arms and landed out front and made his way through the entrance. After securing a room and a nurse, followed by a doctor looking her over, he assured this would be covered under Avenger's insurance policy. A citizen hurt in the midst of combat. No need to say anything besides that.

Now that they are alone in the room assigned to her once she was stitched up, tended and medicated, he scoots his chair closer to the bed and peers down at her. "You gotta admit, I looked really badass coming through the door." He says with a crooked grin on his face. "You okay?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Yes, so badass," June says as he is allowed into the room. Her ribs are wrapped, a cut is stitched, though her clothes still carry the tears and blood stains. At least her teeth aren't bloody looking, the scab on the busted lip now dried. "Did you have Snowball record it for your montage?" she asks sarcastically. She nods. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't really wanna drag you in and all. Last card in the deck, y'know? Glad he was a talker. He coulda just... ended it at any time."

Slipstream has posed:
"Well.. yes, she did record it for documentation purposes. Gotta record it as evidence and all. It's not like I jerk off to my greatest hits or anything." Drake says as he lifts his brows up at her some. "I'm glad you called me in though. It's my job and .. I'd have done it anyways, for you." He reaches it into the bed and slides his hand over hers for a gentle squeeze. "You got any intel on him? He's a metahuman, fast as hell reflexes, seems really well trained. You got anything else I can work with?"

June Connor has posed:
    June glances down at Drake's hand, then eyes shift back judgmentally back in that tone that only June can exhude, as if she expects him to pull back his hand, not for her to pull back hers. "He's a Foot, trained...better than I was. Didn't recognize him, so he's joined since I left. My guess? An assassin in training, or someone hoping to become an elite. I'm not sure. He's a believer. No question."

Slipstream has posed:
It doesn't seem Drake is going to remove his hand. If anything, his fingers wind with hers for the familiar presence. He gives her another squeeze. "Gotcha. So no name. I'll have to play back the video feed later and see if I can get anything else on him. Is Shredder creating meta humans now or do you think he's a mutant? You got any contacts left there that you trust to feed you some info by chance or is that a lost cause now?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Nah, the only ones I had were people who weren't really in the Foot yet. They won't know. Some of them used my story as a cautionary tale and bugged the fuck out." She doesn't squeeze back. "Drake, I don't know, he's probably a mutant. The Foot have been wanting to recruit mutants since before I joined, he's just one that made it in. The Shredder's goal is the whole fuckin' world, and he needs three things to do it. Mutants, wizard shit, and technology, because that's what the world's finest has. So he's gonna try to get it himself."

Slipstream has posed:
Nodding his head, Drake files that away for now in the back of his mind, then lets out a breath. He brushes his thumb against her knuckles gently. "I'm really glad I was able to help out. I've.. really missed you. You know. Not the whole beat up and broken bones thing, but just you in general." He says as he props his chin up in his free hand. "I got way too much free time now on my hands, being that I'm not traveling through the galaxy fighting aliens on weird planets."

June Connor has posed:
    June sighs. "Drake, we already went through this, I'm like, your obsession with shitting on yourself constantly. I'm a complete bitch, and make your life hell, why would you want to be around me? I don't get you." She does the pulling away. "I don't want to do that, I got enough to feel shit about without dumping your life down the toilet with me. Whatever happened to the supermodel lantern you were bangin'? Doesn't she want you back or something?"

Slipstream has posed:
".. Yeah, we went over that already. Super model Lantern cheated on me with a God in space with gold skin. She kinda broke my heart and I wouldn't want her back anyways. She chose her path. June, when we were together we worked out really well. It's just your .. I dunno.. insecurity? I'm not a kid anymore. You aren't either. You never fucked my life up outside of pushing me away for no reason. You told me you loved me once. I always had your back and I still do. What's the issue? Why are you so afraid to hurt me?"

June Connor has posed:
    June tries to sit up straighter, and winces from the pain. "Drake, I almost got you killed. Twice. Or did you forget Karai's fetish with nearly ending your life? Now that Shredder's back, you think he'll miss? She is nothing compared to him. Besides, you hang out with Avengers, you dick. Captain America, Iron Man, Thor. I mean, fuck, what am I? I'm a shitstain grunt who lost her nerve and got several people around her killed. You got a Lantern who made a mistake. Drake, I'm a fucking mistake going somewhere to happen every day of my life. Even if I'm not getting you almost killed, I can't help but treat you like shit, and I don't know why you keep coming back? You got some kinky desire to be insulted and treated like you're garbage? You can hire people for that. I don't want to do that. And I-I don't know how to stop! It's just what I am."

Slipstream has posed:
"Okay, first of all, The Foot clan is pretty much a bunch of pussies in black pajama onsies compared to the shit I went through while sailing around Saturn and fighting The Brood and like.. other stuff I've dealt with in space. You didn't almost get me killed. The Foot almost got me killed and that was two years ago when I was a puppy and had no clue what I was doing with my powers. Now look at me? Yes, I'm an Avenger. I'm a Legionnaire. I'm not a puppy anymore. I'm a .. um.. a Rottweiler now." He says that with almost a straight face, though his lips twitch. "June, I can take your banter. It's fine. I don't /want/ a girly girl who fawns over my really awesome bomber jacket and puts on dumb dresses. I like you because you crack me up, even with your shit talking. You're a survivor, just like me. I'm not looking for a princess and a happy ending. Just a partner."

June Connor has posed:
    June narrows her eyes. "Yeah, pussies that control most of the Apple's underworld," June adds. "Yeah, you're so badass, how could I compare?" Apparently she took that as a slight. "You're a /fucking/ rottweiler. Listen to you, listing your resume like it's a fuckin' interview." She has a look that says she might deck you if she wasn't dealing with bruised ribs. "I get people hurt. I hurt people, sometimes I mean to, sometimes not, but that's what I am. I'm a wound. I'm not lookin' for a partner, Drake. That 'banter' is just me being pissed off at the world. It's not a show, it's not flirting. I don't belong in your world fighting space aliens and drinking coffee with Tony Stark. I don't LIKE that world."

Slipstream has posed:
"And I don't want you in that world. I barely belong to that world. I'm not asking you to join the Avengers and put on tights. I'm not even asking you to change anything at all. You already did the hard part, which was getting out and making your own mark." Drake says with a frown on his face. "You are scared to hurt me. I get that. But I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions and evaluate my own level of risk. Life isn't perfect and I don't expect it to be. But I can take care of myself, and if anything happens, it won't be on you, but on me." He furrows his brows a bit. "Do you want me out of your life all together?" He asks softly. "I mean, really? Like, let's drop the tough girl attitude that I know you're putting on right now for me, because I've seen vulnerable, loving June before. Just be real. Is that what you want? To just walk away from you?"

June Connor has posed:
    "So that's it, just date you or be gone?" June frowns, and she starts to get out of the bed with a wince. "Fine, if it's ultimatum time then fuck you. I've had enough people decide they are going to decide what their relationship with me is going to be. Can't just let the relationship be comfortable, cuz that'd be too easy." She looks around, trying to figure out where the nurse put her footwear. "Where the fuck are my shoes?"

Slipstream has posed:
"I am not giving you anything but a choice, June. You are the one telling me that you're bad for me, that you're going to hurt me and this and that. I just want to know what /you/ want. It just feels like you don't want me around at all in any capacity. Can you get back in bed, please? You aren't in any shape for a defiant storming off." Drake says as he reaches out to steady her.

June Connor has posed:
    June backhand swats the incoming help. "I don't want to date you, Drake. I don't want to date anyone. You are a good guy, you really are, but shit, you stress me the fuck out with the pining, man. Can't you just like chill? I'm not ready for any kind of relationship. I'm a fucking mess, but at least I got enough damn self-awareness to realize that." She spots the wardrobe cabinet in the corner, and limps her way toward it.

Slipstream has posed:
There is a frown upon Drake's face at the words, pressing his lips together tightly. He gives a light scratching at his arm, then glances off to the side. "Message received then." He says as he moves away from her, then sinks down into a chair across the room. He slips his phone out of his pocket and taps along the glass a few times. "Don't worry about the bill or whatever .. I'll expense this. Avengers have insurance policies and all that for situations like this. I'll also send you the number to one of our team's therapists. Just in case you do want to talk to someone in a safe space."

June Connor has posed:
    There's a smirk. "Yeah, a shrink, just what I need." Actually, probably would do her good. "I'm sure the hospital appreciates it. They don't like getting stiffed on medical bills." Which is of course what June would do. Not like credit is something she has built up anyway. "And Drake, do be careful, don't get yourself killed with some crazy heroics."

Slipstream has posed:
"I don't do crazy heroics. I do tactically executed led by Captain America heroics." Drake says as he taps along the glass of his phone a few more times. "And you do need a therapist, June. We have some of the best that deal with PTSD, trauma, loss of life. Will you give it a try, just for one session? Consider us even for the rescue and the hospital bill."