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@NotAStringOnMe

❝I had strings but now I'm free. There are no strings on me.❞ — 「RP+21 ⦁ AU ⁝ TW ›› MC + DT « ⁝ ISTP ✦ #AMoS » #Hyde」 ✧ ⋮ Ꮤɪɴᴛᴇʀ Ꮪoʟᴅɪᴇʀ ⦁ Дело №17 ⋮ ✧

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❝How can I sleep if I don't have dreams? I just have 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴.❞ — Independent portrayal, loosely based on: ✧ MCU. — Highly AU ⁝ IC > Crossovers. — WARNING > MC & DT. — Descriptive & detailed / Banter & SLs. 「#Hyde


Amusement danced across my features. "Good thing I'm not 'most.'" My head tilted a fraction, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "I pay attention."

She straightened herself, brushing her hands down herself. “Suppose so, *if* you know what to look for.” She lifted her shoulders causally, lips twitching while she looked at him. “And that’s a big if, for most anyway.”



My gaze lingered on her for a brief moment. "Obvious isn't your style, I'll give you that." A slight shrug. "But even ghosts make a ripple if you know what to look for."

She shook her head. “That would be a lie. I’m too good at what I do, to be that obvious, James.”



Shrugging. "It wouldn't be the first time, nor the last. I was a made to be a 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯, and I was also a 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳 once..." My gaze traced her form as she stood, giving him a smirk. "Quite impressive. I wouldn't mind seeing your moves."

“Doesn’t mean I’m about to put you into the line of fire.” She glanced at his arm again, a small smile curving her lips as she stood and gave his shoulder a light pat. “He’s gonna get his ass kicked. I’m making sure of it. I left him bleeding last time.”



"Your nose twitches when you lie." No, it doesn't.

Absolutely don’t know what you’re talking about.



Never trust that smirk. It definitely means trouble.



Gnocchi night it is. Sounds about right to me.

He’s right. Why should she? She may have a list of reasons, but that’s a story for their gnocchi night.



"I can take it." I lifted my robotic arm and gave her a shrug. "Besides, I've fought worst. Aliens included." I picked up the disdain lacing her words. The resentment over her ex was palpable. "Not to mention, I also have a shield." The one Steve left me when he retired.

“I wouldn’t do that, unless you want to be fried to a crisp. He’s got laser vision, y’know…” There was a hint of disdain in her tone, yet her eyes danced with amusement at the thought of anyone ( one day ) instilling fear into Homelander. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt —



Perhaps. But why should she care? No sense in staring too long at the dark. Better to look toward the light and keep shining.

Surely, there’s got to be ( someone ) out there. She won’t go on about telling him how Homelander might not take kindly to her dissecting his plans.



Giving her hand a gentle squeeze when I notice her hold lingers, my smile widens. "I mean what I say every time. And it's always nice to see you. You're a great company to have."

The surge of warmth in her cheeks is apparent, almost making her features match the shade of her hair. Nonetheless, she isn’t letting go of his hand at all. “That’s not the first I’ve heard that… but it’s a first without some publicity stunt linked to the excitement. I —



Who wouldn't like her? She's amazing. I still promise to keep her secret.

She’s absolutely in. If he encounters anyone who ( might ) not like her, don’t tell them how easily lured she is by pasta.



Once she was on her feet, I planted a kiss on the back of her hand, mirroring her grin. "I'm glad you're not. I ( prefer ) being able to see you."

She reached for it and took it gently, pulling herself up with her gaze on his features. “And here I thought I was discreet,” she teased. “It’s good to see you.”



Of course not. Just trying to make her feel at home. This is usually comfort food for me. So, that means she's in?

Oh my goodness. If anyone would ever be trying to lure her to danger, that’s one way to do it. But she knows he wouldn’t. Or hopes.



"Hello, dear Maggie." I extended my hand, palm up—a silent request for hers.

She’s peering over at him, her grin only widening. Genuinely this time. “Well, hi.”



This weekend? Three-colored gnocchis with four-cheese sauce?

Not in the slightest. That’s right where she’d like to be. She’s up for this.



Does she always smile like that when she lurks? I thought that was supposed to be inconspicuous. How's anyone supposed to ignore a smile like that?

Evening. She’s lurking.



Well, if that's the case, we could have lunch some time. Or dinner. I'm a decent cook. Unless she feels like going somewhere else?


I'm happy with that.

Nor is she. They’ve led her down some very dark paths before. He’s good in her books.



Honestly? Same. Part of being who I am, I suppose. Glad she thinks so. I'm not a fan of misunderstandings.

A ghost with a metal arm? You know what, she’s seen weirder things. But she’s flattered. Really. And she knows he meant no harm the first time around.



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