p style="text-align: left;"span style="text-align: center;" 2/spanspan style="color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;" /spanstrong style="color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"ยท/strongspan style="text-align: center;"Captain/spanbr /I don't think Five knew that I was crazy about her, but maybe she did and was using it for her advantage. We both understood eachother, since we were both the black sheep of the group. She was the youngest and I'd been frozen for nearly a century. It's kind of gross if you think about it too hard. It's kind of like I was crushing on my own great-granddaughter. I was sort of confused when she came out of Natasha's group with a cheesy grin on her face. I was kind of like "What the hell happened in there?" I heard her assemble her weapon, she fumbled around it for a few seconds, and dropped her ammo. It was cute when she struggled. I liked that she was still innocent. A few more battles would change crew spilled out into the main room of the ship, all looking exasperated. The ship shook again, and I felt the ship wobble. "Fuck." I mumbled. "They just tookout a wing," I groaned for the whole team to hear, "We're going down. Get ready."/p