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I sat cross legged in my room with a knife, trying to work it into the oysters I was intent on retrieving the pearls from. However, they weren't playing fair. Although I had the strength, there seemed to be a knack to this that I didn't have, which was frustrating. Once again in my efforts to open the oyster I cut my hand open, causing it to bleed for a few seconds before the skin healed over at an alarming rate.
"Oh come on. Please? I really want to make something for Roadblock's girls." I said to the oyster. "Please open for me?" After a moment I growled. "Fine. Give me the silent treatment. See if I care." Returning to my efforts I concentrated. I concentrated so hard that I almost missed the knock on my door. "Come in Scarlet."
The door opened and when I looked up with a smile, I blinked. It wasn't Scarlet. "Oh, hello Snake Eyes." I said to him then looked down to my oyster before blushing. "I'm…trying to open them." Snake sat down opposite me then gently took both my knife and the oyster. He twisted it a few times before the shells clicked open. "How do you do that?" I frowned. "I've tried to open it for nearly an hour!"
Snake picked up another then shifted closer, extending his hand to show me. I watched carefully. He sort of worked it open at a specific point, almost like he was picking a lock. Now I understood. He opened the second for me then held out the knife for me to continue. He picked up the two pearls, looking at them closely before turning to me. I blushed again.
"I'm not keeping them. I'm going to make a wind chime." I explained to him. "With shells and pearls." Snake continued to look at me. "For Block's girls. I wanted to make them something. I used to make things all the time as a kid and I wanted to try something new, in case it helped me remember some more." Snake nodded his head but continued to sit there, watching me. He looked through my shells curiously and I shifted uncomfortably. At least the salty aroma from the shells masked the smell of his leather. It was the mask that unnerved me still though. "Did you want to talk about something?" Snake nodded his head then made a few signs with his hands. "I…I don't understand." I told him gently, feeling like a fool. "I'm sorry. I'll try and learn some by the time I get back."
Snake's shoulders shook a little and I watched him before smiling a little. "Are you laughing at me?" He lifted a hand then made a so-so gesture. "I must seem a little ridiculous. A grown woman sitting on the floor with all these pretty shells all around her." Snake shook his head then touched his chest before pointing to me. I still wasn't too sure what he meant so I tried to guess.
"You think I'm…" He picked up a pearl then showed it to me before pointing to me again. "Small?" He laughed again. "Round? Hey, that's not nice." This time I chuckled with him. Taking a deep breath I looked at the pearl, its pure whiteness gleaming. "Nice?" Snake paused before shrugging. "Close enough, I'm guessing." He nodded his head then carefully put the pearl down. I struggled with the last one, which was a little smaller than the others and just as tightly clamped together.
Snake helped me open that one and I sighed with relief. "Thanks Snake." He nodded his head then made one more sign. I knew that one, at least. "Thank you? Why are you thanking me?" He then made a little swimming motion. "Oh, that. Don't worry about it Snake. I'm just glad you're alright. You worried me for a while." Snake didn't move, just watched me as if trying to figure me out. Taking a nervous breath I continued. "I know I'm not the easiest of students or people and I know I haven't been very polite around you so, I'm sorry for that. It's nothing you've done, Snake Eyes. I hope you know that." He nodded his head gently then held out the knife to me.
Carefully I took it from him and when our hands brushed, I bit my lip. He got up to leave but I spoke without thinking. "Wait." He turned back to me. "Hold on." I went to my dresser then reached out for the oyster and pearl, the first one Snake had opened for me. I picked it up then brought it to him. "I realise it's a little…well. It's not your kind of thing but I want you to have it. A peace offering."
Gently I closed the oyster's lid then placed it in his hands with the pearl tucked safely inside. At that moment I got a strange, new smell. Over all the salt and underlying tone of leather, I found a soft scent which made me inhale it discreetly. It was Snake's scent.
Okay, so this slightly freaked me out but at the same time, I couldn't help but want to keep on inhaling it. It knocked out the leather completely, I couldn't even smell it anymore. Was I turning into a dog? Would I start sensing people's emotions now?
Snake took my gift then bowed his head, reaching out to carefully squeeze my arm as a goodbye before leaving my room. I looked down at my floor then placed my hands on my hips. "Right." Clearing away the shells I placed the pearls away somewhere safe to continue later since I was hungry and my clock was assuring me that it was lunch time.
With my thumbs hooked into my pockets I walked towards the mess hall, wondering what was on the menu today. I hoped there was some steak, I really fancied a steak today. Suddenly I became aware of a group of mechanics rushing past me, panicked looks on their faces so I stopped, frowning as I watched them hurry around the corner to the main hanger.
Not two seconds later another pair raced after them from down the other corridor, their skin pale and their eyes wide. What was going on? Putting my dinner on hold I followed, jogging down the hallways whilst straining to listen.
Among the panic stricken shouts I heard the groaning of metal and clank of it breaking in the distance. My pace increased and soon I was shooting forwards, catching up with the technicians to see what was happening and what was making the noise.
The moment I stepped into the main hanger, my face dropped in horror and my mouth gaped wide open. A crane was spinning out of control, sparks flying from the booth as the cargo swung wildly, the metal cylinders threatening to spill free as the buckles began to snap.
"Get out of there!" Someone yelled and people began to bolt but I remained rooted to the spot, staring at the crane then looked to a group of men and women running away from the danger. I stared as one of the women tripped and fell, crying out as she twisted her ankle awkwardly, bringing tears to her eyes. "Grayson! Get yourself out of there!" I blinked, jumping with a start at Hawk's shouted command and I pulled back, half intending to leave but the woman remained on the floor, struggling to her feet.
The buckle snapped and one of the cylinders rolled free. Without thinking I pelted forwards as the woman lay on the ground, frozen in shock. "Robyn!" Scarlet shrieked but I ignored her, leaping forwards then stood over the woman, looking up and opening my arms. I had no idea if I could take the weight, for all I knew I would collapse and break under the construction piece and crush the woman I was standing over along with me. That would end us both in the medical wing for a good couple of months. Well, her at least.
When the weight slammed into my shoulder, I let out a scream. One knee buckled but then I held firm, teetering with the awkward balance but I refused to allow this woman to be crushed, I wouldn't allow it. Not on my life. As my shoulder ripped under the pressure I felt it knit back together which was a gross tingling warmth that spread across my flesh.
Somehow I managed to keep the cylinder upright, the back end hitting the ground and vibrations shot up through the metal, making my entire body shake as I grunted, my stance lowering before I tossed the metal cylinder aside then grabbed the woman, lifting her up into my arms. "You okay?" I asked but she just stared at me with wide eyes. "Guess so." I shrugged then hurriedly tossed her into the arms of someone else.
"Duck!" Everyone hit the deck as the cargo came swinging past and I felt a rush of breeze shoot up my spine.
"Sever the cargo!" Hawk ordered. "Cut the power to that crane!" Though apparently the wiring was completely shot, the guy in the booth was trapped and couldn't regain control of the machine, it was totally out of control. What the hell had happened to it?
"Go!" I heard someone bellow and the last of us raced for safety except me. I stayed back. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Hell I don't know. Probably. As I faced the crane the cargo was severed by the last of the buckles giving way. The cylinders clanged to the ground with thunderclaps, bounding towards me so I kicked off the ground, yelping as my feet scrambled madly to leap from hold to hold, arms waving wildly to keep balance before I took one final jump and caught onto the chain. The crane had already ripped through the wall, shattering it to rubble but my main concern was for the guy in the booth, which was now on fire. "Grayson! What the hell are you thinking?" I'll explain later Hawk, right now I'm trying to come up with a plan.
Gripping onto the chain as I swung, I couldn't help but grin. Considering the danger I was in, this was kind of fun! I let out a hoot then swung my legs forwards, guiding myself up towards the rafters, solid beams of metal crossing over one another to support the roof. It took guts and I was now terrified beyond belief but somehow I managed to twist and loop myself around a beam, still holding onto the chain. As the crane pulled away the chain went taut and I turned, planting my feet against the flat surface, hanging off the side as I growled, clenching my face in effort as I held the chain. When the crane jerked to a halt, I cried out as my arms were wrenched but I held on, anchoring myself down as slowly, it began to grate against me, shuddering as it tried to fight back but I was stubborn and wasn't going to let it go, not for anything.
Some Joes tried to run forwards to get the guy out of the booth. Snarling slightly I tied up the chain as best I could before gripping onto the longer length, letting myself slide down before dropping. I landed on a cylinder, the clang echoing beneath me and I wavered briefly before leaping forwards. One guy wrestled with the door but it was locked fast. What the hell? I don't understand any of this, had the crane come alive and decided on human annihilation or something?
Shoving the other guy aside I gripped the handle then ripped the door off altogether, grabbing the man in the seat and tearing off his seatbelt, his body slumping forwards. As the fire licked at the controls I slid him over my shoulder, quickly drawing him out then handed him over into the care of someone else. "Robyn get away from there!" Scarlet shouted as I climbed in. "What are you doing?"
"Shutting it down." I answered hotly, clenching my fist then buried it into the control panel. There was a great whirring sound and I felt heat, sparks and pain shoot up my hand but it quickly subsided and I hardly felt it in the first place. The crane slowly died away, going still and silent as I destroyed the connections. Yanking my hand free I abandoned all grace and leaped from the booth as the flames roared in my face, singing my clothes and I hardly hit the floor before my world exploded.
Light and heat flushed around me and I covered my head, sensing the inferno rise behind me as the crane blew up. Glass shattered and bits of metal flew everywhere, clanging to the ground loudly and I felt the vibrations run through the ground. When I find out who started this madness, I'm going to kill them. "Robyn!" Scarlet cried out to me in fear but I remained still, coughing slightly on the hot fumes that scratched at my throat.
When there was silence I remained still, unsure whether or not it was safe to lift my head but when the pounding of feet and pumping of water entered my head, I pushed myself up and blinked, shaking out the loud ringing in my ears as Scarlet leaped onto me. "You crazy, insane, brainless…argh!" I smiled into her as I wrapped my arms around her, sighing with relief. When she pulled back, she arched an eyebrow. "You know, that was actually pretty amazing."
"Thanks. Didn't feel amazing." I rubbed the back of my head guiltily with a slight blush before inclining my head behind me. "Want to tell me what the hell happened?"
"No idea, I just answered the distress siren someone set off." Scarlet replied and we both turned as the rest of our team came running over.
"Are you hurt?" Block instantly demanded, gripping my shoulder with one hand and forcing my head back with the other to look into my eyes. "No bleeding? No impalements or faintness?" I arched an eyebrow at him then smiled.
"I'm fine, Block, don't worry." He rolled his eyes then pulled me into a one armed hug, ruffling my hair.
"Scared us little Robyn." He told me. "Thought we were going to have a new type of Christmas bird for dinner." I shot him a filthy look before grinning. Rip and Duke dragged me from Roadblock's hug to embrace me themselves, demanding to know where I was hurt and it took me a while to convince them I was fine. "Grayson." I winced visibly then turned around to face Hawk.
"Sir." I nodded my head and waited for the reprimand which was bound to be coming. He glanced me over, assessing for any injuries before turning his stern eyes to mine and I braced myself for the tongue lashing.
"You did good." He finally said then walked away, starting his orders for the clean-up. I sighed with relief.
"Thank God. I thought I was done for." I turned to Duke who grinned down at me then gently knuckled my chin, making me grin in return.
"That was an awesome catch." Rip said, his hands touching his head then spreading out as his mind was metaphorically blown. "You were like, She-Hulk or something, totally catching it with one arm and then you just threw it aside but then you were like this Spiderman-woman thing crawling over those cylinders then you switched back to She-Hulk with the chain thing but then, you totally like ripped the door off and you pummelled right through the control panel!" Rip babbled, totally impressed by my apparent superhero status. "We should give you a superhero name!"
"No, Rip, just no." Duke shook his head, one hand gently resting against my shoulder as I listened to Rip's enthusiasm. "Please don't."
"Yeah! Then we can get you a cute little suit and a cape and you can save the world all on your own and become stinking rich then you'll be set for life." I chuckled, folding my arms across my chest.
"You are not putting me in a little leotard and miniskirt just for me to parade around practically butt naked to do a job I do anyway." Slinging my arms around Duke and Scarlet's neck, I grinned. "Besides, who'd want to fly solo when I have my team backing me up?" Rip pouted.
"But we could call you something really call like…Mute." I arched an eyebrow at him. "You know, because you're mutated? Pretty smart? Or how about Obliterator? Or Hammer Fist? No wait! I got it!" Everyone arched their eyebrows at him as Rip spread his hands through the air as if lighting up the name in gold letters and bright lights. "Spider-Hulk." Wow. Just wow.
"Rip?" Duke cut off his best friend with a dead pan look. "Just stop. Please. Before you embarrass yourself." Rip grinned, spreading his hands with a shrug.
"I'm just saying." Chuckling I shook my head then looked over to where the injured people were being treated. The guy in the booth had been stretchered out of here to treat his burns but the woman with the sprained ankle was sat on some plastic crates not too far away. I squeezed Duke's hand then stepped away, my eyes fixed on her.
As I approached I smiled warmly, glancing down to her ankle. "Hey, not too badly hurt I hope?" I said to her and her head snapped around. "Are you okay?" I took another step forwards but she leaped up, hobbling on one foot with wide eyes. I frowned slightly in confusion.
"Keep away from me, freak." Now I flinched. Freak? That's all she could see? "Just stay away." Gaping at her I was lost for words, unsure of how to react. A part of me was furious. I'd saved her a whole world of pain, she should be damn grateful! The other part of me couldn't blame me. I had just caught a load of heavy ass metal and tossed it aside as if it were nothing more than a sandbag. I would be pretty freaked out too if I'd seen someone else do the same thing. The insult still stung though.
Curling into myself I nodded my head, looking down at my feet before turning away. I headed for the stairs to go back to my room so that I could continue my wind chime, food no longer appealed to me. I got about halfway down the corridor when I heard someone following. "Robyn." Storm's clean cut voice chased after me so I stopped and turned, unable to look him in the eye as I continued to hug myself. Storm continued to walk to me, his steps fairly quiet compared to the average man. I didn't look up at him until he stood directly in front of me. "I heard what she said." Blushing I looked away again but Storm gripped my shoulder firmly. "She's wrong." Nodding my head silently I then looked to the tear in his jacket, right at the seam of his shoulder.
"Sorry about that." I said to him and he glanced to it before shrugging.
"It was a good throw." I blinked in surprised, arching an eyebrow. Did Storm just praise me? Touching a finger to his lips Storm moved around me and continued in his direction. "If you wish to continue training, Snake Eyes and I will be in the dojo." Swallowing I glanced back to where I had come from, the direction towards my room and then to where Storm had just disappeared.
Knowing I was going to regret my decision later, I followed after Storm.