"Look, I really wasn't finished with you. I had another question, and I'm still going to ask it." The voice spoke before the owner phased fully through the wall just to the side of another being. Seated, typing away at a laptop.
Yellow eyes only stared at the screen in front of her.
The soft voice began as the thin woman peeked around the barely used room. "I know you're listening, and I am not leaving until you hear me out."
The key pressing became even faster as the seated woman only kept quiet.
"Liara, why doesn't this room seem as if it's been used before?" The petite woman inspected the bed. Since it too seemed untouched, she threw herself upon it.
A lift of a black left brow, as the She Wolf continued to peck away at the keyboard. "Wow had to make sure there were no juices on there didn't you. Lucky enough, you are right. Smell the air, no stank. I told you, I've been a good girl since my return. The one time I tell the truth. I swear."
"Well, you have always been good. Everyone else just thinks you are like that." A push of red curls over a shoulder as Alana laid on her stomach. Propping herself up so she could watch her best friend.
A chuckle, "they are not wrong. I did need to f…"
"Don't say that." Quick to cut the lie off.
"Alana, okay. Look. If everyone wants to think the worst of me, let them. I could actually care less what the hell they think of me. I don't understand just why you care so much." Her fingers slowing in their speed.
Alana narrowed her lips.
A roll of yellow eyes as the oversensitive hearing, once again told their tale. "What do you really want? Wasn't snooping around in my head good enough? You, like everyone else just knew I had to be lying. Why? Because someone like me, can't be stable enough for someone to love. I am crazy you know. Even the shrinks told me so."
"Liara, first of all, you know I know you are far saner, than everyone believes you to be. There's not a crazed bone in your body." Alana furrowed her red brow.
"Oh, believe me there was." The rasped moan after, grossed her friend out.
A huge breath released. "Liara can we please be serious for a moment."
"Oh, you want to be all serious, even after you slick invaded my private thoughts? Hmm?" The She Wolf, finally rotated her chair around to face her friend. Yellow eyes narrowed as she pointed a short hot pink, almond shaped nail toward Alana. "Look, I understand that you want to check up on me, fine. I get that you are a telepathic entity, okay. I see that you don't completely grasp how I take it very personally when someone plays around with my mind. Even more so when it's someone that calls themselves my best friend. I don't want to fight. I don't want to defend myself. Nor do I want to hear you try and invent excuses on what your motives were. I just want to be left alone. Coexist with everyone here quietly and leave after I'm paid."
The Celestial Being now wore a confused look. "So, this is only about the money."
"Yes." A justified jerk of the neck. "I'm all about my monties. Nothing more nothing less. For what other reason could I possibly be here? And you better not even say that name, or I swear…"
"Bruce your baby Banner." Alana giddy, after her friend's reaction to her statement.
Liara narrowed her big eyes, placed her tongue on her teeth while sucking in air. Allowing her friend to continue. "I swear there is no winning for losing with you."
An uppity shrug. "You have to move on, and with who better than one that knows you at your best."
"You make my head hurt." Liara raised two fingers to her right temple.
A huge smile. "But he made your…"
"Sarcasm is not your strong suit, stick to the innocence. Cause a bitch does play dirty. Never forget that, you and your cute ass." The blank stare, not finding her friend funny in the least. "You know he's touching himself right now thinking about you. Nasty ass."
"Wh…at." The word seemed to stick in her throat as she forced it out.
"Not really, but the way that idea crossed your mind." A smirk, causing the dimple on her left cheek to sink in tremendously. "And you call me nasty. I prefer doing it for them. Mmmm it's even better watching them please themselves. Ooh, you have no idea how I so get off on that."
"You are horrible." A raised lip in disgust.
A quick raise of her brows. "Never a complaint. I think over all these decades I perfected the skill of fuc…"
Alana cutting her friend off. "Why do you always have to resort to using those words?"
"Because I have to stress myself correctly." A roll of playful eyes. "Of course."
"You are even worse than Phe." Her tone was borderline degrading.
A raised left brow, feeling more than insulted. Liara began, "take that shit back."
"Liara." A roll of red and orange flamed eyes, pushing off her friends' behavior.
" . .Alana." The furrow now on her brow, and the pointing finger, meant business. "NOW!"
"Why?" A shrug. Not seeing any fault within the statement. "When it's how I feel."
Liara pulled her lips in, dipped a right pointer to Alana quickly, followed by just letting it fall. Without another word spoken, she left the room.
Alana tried her best, to decipher where the woman with more apparent anger issues than the resident scientist, had disappeared to. "What are you doing friend, I already know you and how you work. I'm going to regret telling you how I feel, even if it wasn't entirely true." As the light-skinned Ancient Being slowly opened the door to exit, a hand found her chest. Forcing her back in.
With heart shaped lips pursed to the right, Liara gave an overly cocky snake of the neck as her left brow raised. As she intertwined her arms, a left cheek went taut with a dark smirk. Her words were meant for only one party, and the intended could hear her loud and clear. "Always remember that I'm worse than the slut. Now get the fuck out my room. I have nothing more to say to you. Since I know how you really feel. Besides, someone else wants your time."
The shorter petite woman snatched herself from Liara's side. Returning the woman's commentary in like, mentally. "I'm not going anywhere." The small framed woman took to the full-sized bed in the room.
Alana crossed her arms as well, trying her best to equal the She Wolf's demeanor. Which was somehow always unachievable. The woman with the wolf blood serum running through her veins was always so angry, assertive and threatening when the need be. Her solid girth only added to her demeanor. The sheer cockiness and self-assuredness had to be there well before Liara was transformed into what she was now.
This reminded the Celestial how she always wanted to help her friend piece some of the jigsaw of her life together, but was unsuccessful in any of the repetitive attempts. Liara never asked for anything during all the time they knew each other, but the subject was always there. Unsaid. Untold. Yet omnipresent.
With a blank stare, a lone left brow raised. A mute chuckle before she turned to retrieve her laptop with a shaking head. "You're making this too damn easy."
The mental communication continued. "What are you even going on about."
With a poked-out bottom lip, Liara shrugged as she seemed clueless. Clutching her computer to her breast, she headed for the door.
Alana's eyes enlarged, as she saw whom Liara was speaking to, but just quite unable to hear. "Liara, what the… where are you… why would you… and you wonder why no one likes you!"
A yellow eye glanced over her own right shoulder, "I'm right here, no need to shout. I mean by all means scream his name, men do tend to love that, remember it. Oh, let me go, I am so intruding."
Liara quickly raised her brows. As the man entering the room with Alana, began to close the door. However, not before he made himself known. "Cutie, I heard you asked for me."
The She Wolf contently huffed to herself while wetting her lips. Making plans to be alone on the roof of the Avenger compound. Before she could reach her destination, a strong scent hit her nose, stopping her cold in her tracks. Her eyes raced side to side, trying to determine just where the aroma originated from. No use, it was coming at her from every direction, but this was impossible. However, it was just as such. The olive-skinned woman hurriedly made her way to the terrace of this level. Knowing she would be much more able to decipher the reason to this certain aroma being here.
In a rush to open the door and investigate further, Liara failed in noticing the man sitting off in a corner, in the complete darkness of the night. The man made no noise, nor any motion. Determined to just watch her in like.
The woman held her computer tighter to her breast. Knowing she wasn't alone. His breathing was heightened. He was just behind her, slightly beyond her right shoulder. A furrow of neatly structured brows when the unseen company took a deep inhale. The manner in which it happened. So quick, natural. Everything came flooding back to her.
Her laptop bounced into pieces on the cement by the time she found her breath. Her nerves where still yet to be encountered as she forced herself to turn.
Nothing but black. Seen through her eyes as same as it would during the day. Liara cursed herself. Making mental note she had to be losing her sanity once again.
While she stood there with a sour face, a warm arm found its way around her shoulder. Noting the wreck which was once a laptop, he pulled Liara into his embrace. "Come on. Let's figure this out."
A tighter furrow, seeing nothing but memories the scent provoked. "Nicholas, I'm losing my mind. I swore someone was just here, with your shotty tech, that's easy enough. But with me being here, impossible."
"Let's go." The Director ushered his friend into the compound without any resistance.
