NOTE: I do not own Kick-Ass, Kick-Ass 2, or any of the characters other than those you're unfamiliar with, nor am I attempted to claim them as my own creations. I noticed there was a lack of Chris stories, and I really want to explore this side of his character.
Lucy pulled her hair up into a loose bun and stared at her self in the large mirror. They'd put her into one of the nicest rooms of the mansion, complete with a giant walk-in closet that she'd never get to use, and a king-sized canopy bed. For someone who had taken her from her place of employment without warning, Chris knew how to spoil her. Perhaps he was showing off for her, attempting to impress her, or perhaps giving her this forced comfort was some twisted way of apologizing for the way her outright man-handled her in the car on the way back.
Who the fuck knows, she thought, tugging on the over sized button-up they'd given her to sleep in. Blowing a stray hair from her face, the redhead turned and climbed up onto the bed. Once she'd gotten settled into the silk of the sheets and blankets, the atmosphere around her changed. Lucy didn't know if she'd ever get to go home, or if she'd ever to get to go back to work, or school for that matter. For all she knew, Chris had already called and wired the school money to keep her in the system without consequences to her grades. Her head tilted down and she squeezed her eyes shut, tears threatening to spill over. She never knew just how human she was until she'd been taken.
"I'm sorry," came a voice from the doorway. Startled, Lucy looked up to meet Chris' face. "About what I did in the car. That was..kind of a dick move." Lucy scoffed, scooting away from him as he took a seat at the foot of the bed. This kid was being so goddamned flip-floppy with her, and it was driving her crazy.
"Yeah. It was." Lucy didn't want to speak to the budding supervillain, let alone see him. Not now, when she was on he verge of crying. The boy leaned closer and lowered his voice, and she noticed a lisp in his voice that she hadn't caught onto before.
"I said I was sorry."
I can't do shit with 'I'm sorry'. Chris would never understand the reference if she'd said it aloud, despite it's relevance. Lucy crossed her arms, chewing her cheek so she wouldn't spout out something stupid at him. The further he scooted onto the bed, the less room she had to run away from him. "Would you at least look at me?"
Chris figured that, at the very least, she'd believe he was being sincere if she saw his face. Ever since his father's death, he'd started going through mental changes. His mom had even threatened to put him into therapy over the way he was acting, always obsessing over Kick-Ass, defying her whenever he possibly could. If he could he'd go back and change all that, and still get his revenge on Kick-Ass.
He let out a breath as her head turned up to meet his eyes. He caught on to the red brim around her eyes, and her hands fidgeting with the sleeves of the shirt she'd been given. His shirt.
"What the hell happened to you?" Lucy asked, her tone soft. His reply was simple; something she'd heard multiple times as an excuse from her brothers: "my dad died." The girl shook her head and relaxed her shoulders. "Yeah," she started, looking back down. "So did mine. But I'm trying to move on from that. Push past it all and make better choices than her family did in the past. "Why can't you?" She asked him, keeping her eyes down. His was silent for a moment, as if trying to give her an answered she'd understand.
"I just can't. You should go to sleep. We're having guests tomorrow."
Hey guys! Sorry this one is so much later (and shorter) but this is going to be a kind of..two-parter, I s'pose. I wanted to have a down moment where they're both really vulnerable, so more will come in the next few days.