She's just sitting there, defenseless. Staring off into nothing, nothing that I can see. The gun lays a few feet away from her. By now the handles should be cool. You wouldn't have known they had killed today.
I walk up behind her, unsure what I should say. I settle for waiting it out. Patience can be hard for me, but she deserves her time. Eventually she tilts her head in my direction. I briefly wonder if she's making herself beautiful on purpose, but she is much too tired today. This is the real her. Beautiful.
Her eyes, what I can make of them, are staring at me. Perhaps puzzled. She knows X-Men don't kill. She wonders why I don't take her to SHEILD. She turns away from me and stares at the ocean. She doesn't care. This is a new side of her. It is unsettling.
I lift us easily into the air and she doesn't fight my power. I roam the skies; searching for an isolated area to… oh I don't know what I'm doing. We settle on a small place in the woodlands upstate. We fall to the ground gracefully. She is windswept. Hair messy. I reach out a hand slowly and her eyes track it, they're narrowed dangerously. I continue on.
The strands flatten themselves under my touch and I glance at the curve of her mouth. She's playing with me. With me. I gently flex my wrists and fingers here and there on her hair and together we shape it into a style. It strikes me as so normal, and so girlish. I wonder what we're doing, but it doesn't help to think.
She should have been at SHEILD an hour ago, now. I should have been at the mansion an hour ago. Soon they will find us. I stand up and offer my hand, which she grasps easily. For a second we stare at our union. My rich brown with her deep dark blue. I fear irrationally that it's not her true color. But it is, it must be. The attachment was the most honest feeling I've had in years.
I bring her to water's edge. "Can you form gills?" I ask her. She nods slowly, still not understanding. "I shall send you on your way, then." I vow. Suddenly, impulsively, I grasp her to me. My lips are on hers. My chest on her chest. Our hair whips around us. She yearns for more. We both feel the need to escape from these bonds, these garments. With a breath I push her free. The wind carries her and she escapes beneath.