Post by Lance Alvers on Oct 19, 2014 18:48:56 GMT -5
There is one feeling that pales in comparison to any other after a long day of having your ass kicked by robot training units, followed by being yelled at by a one eyed control freak. One feeling, after being stuck on an air craft when you loath flying. That sweet feeling, the bliss of a soft bed meeting your back as you flop, full bodied, onto the mattress with nothing ahead of you but a long nights sleep. Well, relatively long anyhow. Lance had no idea what time it was but even if it was only an hour of shut eye he would take it. For the first time in weeks they were at a ground operated base and he could finally relax. Sure, he had gotten over the worst of his air sickness, but that was mainly on short flights. 3 weeks was pushing the limits and when your commanding officer made sure you never left, the only saving grace from paranoia and illness was that you were worked so hard you didn’t have the time to think. However, the food of the mesh hall didn’t help the nausea any when there was a bit of down time.
Fully clad in his battle gear, too tired to even bother to remove his boots let alone the body suit, Lance wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet embrace of the warm sheets, soft cushion of his pillow, and the stability of a hard stable earth based ground below. Heavy booted feet carried him through the standard issue S.H.I.E.L.D. room and towards his very own bed. The room wasn’t shared and thank the stars for that. He loved his team but his, this was his time. Ripping back the sheets he spun on a heel and closed his chocolate eyes as he let everything go and sank backwards, excited for that sweet relief that un-fortunately would never come.
Eyes still shut he swore he should have hit the bed by then, and instead of warmth his back seemed to be met by a cool rushing force. His medium cut brown locks licked at the side of his face from behind his clear helmet, and while his feel no longer felt any purchase, he hadn’t hit any solid frame with the rest of his body. Had he fallen asleep that fast? Was this one of those kind of awake kind of asleep things? The feeling of falling continued to plague his body and for a moment he figured it would just end when he opened his eyes. Maybe he was simply numb from the dawn till dusk training regime. Slowly he opened his eyes and in that instant everything started to become real. Instead of the bland ceiling of his room, his eyes met the lightly clouded skies with stars glistening above him. “Not a dream…wait am i?” Shifting his weight he managed to roll in the air and what was fast approaching snapped him clear of any doubt, in a few seconds he would be, not in the safety of his bed, but instead in the cold embrace of the ocean. Flailing a bit, panic began to set in “Nope! Not a dream..Not a dream!! Defiantly falling! Shit shit shit shit..OKAY! Focus..” The water grew closer at an alarming rate and while his mind searched for a solution there just simply wasn’t enough time. “Fuck me..” Bracing for impact he hit the water with enough force that it almost instantly knocked him out. Felling the air sucked out of his lungs he resisted every urge to pull it back in, knowing that it would be a salty brine and not the oxygen that he desperately needed. The metal on is suit was not of any help and once he realized it was dragging him down, Lance forced himself to recover from the impact position and he began to kick frantically. Every muscle was already exhausted from his training and it proved to be a struggle to get back to the surface in time. Eventually his face breached the surface of the choppy waters end and he quickly took in as much of the chilled night air as his lungs could muster. Water, however, still managed to get in and he coughed and sputtered to clear it from his air ways as he continued to fight to keep himself above water level.
Spinning as the cold of the ocean began to bite at his skin he tried to get his bearings and was met with the biggest ‘you are here’ marker knowing not just to the states but to the world. Rising into the night sky, the statue of liberty stood tall and bathed in moonlight, a beacon that both settled his mind and confused it at the same time. “New..York?” he questioned as if the monument would answer him. With hypothermia a real danger he began to swim for Liberty Island, hauling himself onto the safest portion of the shore he could find. Once out of the ocean he was quick to pull off his helmet and shake out his hair before looking across the water ways to the lights of New York City. “What in the backwards fuck is going on here…?” he huffed trying to wipe the clear plastic visor of his head gear clear of water with a wet sleeve, the young adult only succeeded in further frustrating himself. “If this is some joke..people are gonna bleed..” putting the hazy helmet back on he stepped towards the open water and using his powers dredged up one stone pillar after another to create a land bridge across the water’s surface, the pathway crumbling behind him. Though it was tempting to leave it up and watch the news reports try to figure out how a new sand bark had formed overnight.
The walk out over the waters only further chilled his bones and the ocean still lapping at his ankles didn’t help any either. A small fishing troller passed by and shone a light over to him and through the blinding beam he could just see them gawking in disbelief. Lance lifted a heavy wet arm to protect his eyes from the light and managed to give them a shiver shaken middle finger before carrying on. He might have considered the ride if he wasn’t sure to be met with some religious nonsense when he got aboard. In this light he knew it would appear that he was crossing on the water’s surface itself and not the unseen rock outcropping. The crew and their ‘are you Jesus?’ comments could bite him. Already ticked off as he was, any more annoyances might just turn him to murder, or at least sink Liberty Island like the lost city of Atlantis.
Once his feet were finally out of the salty sea water and back on the true solid ground there was a small breath of relief as he trudged his way towards the nearest road. He had no phone, no money, and no clue what had happened other than he nearly died; was soaked to the core; and was beyond cold. His teeth would have been chattering had they not been so forcefully gritted together, grinding into one another as his heavy water logged boots carried him to the side walk. Passing people gave him a wide birth and they were right to, Lance was two seconds away from leaving any wise cracker on a three story pedestal with no way off and no room to sit. He needed a mode of transportation, and doubted his jeep had made the magical trip along with him. The left only one option, commandeer someone else’s. Looking down the quiet stretch of road he saw head lights headed his way, but to his dismay it was a navy Toyota Prius. No amount of ‘cool’ colors and desperation, would see this man in a Prius…Pass. It was three cars later when he was about to give up on personal taste when he recognized the sweet hum of a muscle car. “ ‘Bout time..” he gripped holding up a hand to clear the headlights from his vision and get a better view of the upcoming vehicle.
Cold and miserable as he was, a smirk tugged at his chapped lips when he caught sight of what would soon be his ride. The ’66 Ford Thunderbird was a classic, possibly a show car, and from what he could tell it still purred like a kitten. Like some thug out of a video game, Lance stepped out onto the street causing the car to slow as the solo driver laid on the horn. Lance winced as the offensive nose grew louder, but ignoring it as best he could he held up a hand that to the man would look like a ‘stop’. Instead, he channeled the vibrations from his hand into the ground around the car and shook the street enough to make the vehicle swerve a bit but allowed him to keep control. Instantly the driver slammed on the breaks full and hard, bringing the car to a halt inches from lances knees. It looked cool, yeah, but had he not been numb from the icy water, he might have flinched when the car got that close to giving him two broken legs to go with his terrible evening. The middle aged man behind the top down car’s wheel caught his breath and peaked over the windshield before narrowing his eyes “Your..your one of those..”
“yeah yeah yeah mutant blah blah..’what do you think you’re doing?’ yada yada..” Lance muttered while making his way over to the car. As he passed the front tire his hands lifted into the air pulling two walls of stone up to block both lanes in either direction, just in case this guy thought he could make a break for it. “Look..” Lance started trying to show reason in his voice that was layered with annoyance “..if you can’t tell, I am cold, tired, angry, and REALLY not in the mood to deal with any racist bull shit..so get up, get out, and get back. If you got a problem with that, take it up with Shield. I’m sure Nick furry would love to buy you a new car..” he spoke with a commanding and aggressive tone, but behind it there was just a hint of a chuckle as he thought of the look on that hard asses face if he actually got a bill.
The man undid his seat belt but seemed to question the other, the love for his car outweighing the fear for just a moment. “You..you can’t take this. I wanna se some I.D.!” Lance rolled his eyes and grabbed the guy by his sweater vest hauling him up from his seat with one arm as the earth around him began to shake violently. He pulled the man within inches of his own face before barking out a gruff “...GET..OUT..OF THE..GOD..DAMN..CAR". Dropping the man half on the door of his own car, the now terrified male scampered the rest of the way out without even opening the door and stumbled over the trembling ground as car alarms for a 3 block radius began to sound. “Good..” Lance huffed and cracked his neck from side to side to relieve the tension “..Next time either grow some balls or get some respect for the government.” Not that Lance really had any but, hey if you could use it to your advantage, why not? He hopped the door and while it pained him to do so, he set his soaked body down in the black leather seats and used his powers to lower the blocker walls. As his foot hit the gas, the back wheels spun out with a squeal before the car got traction and shot forward taking off down the road narrowly missing the oncoming traffic that was stopped up behind his blockade.
It could have been the roar of the muscle car, or the feel of the wind cascading over the windshield to dry his hair, but things finally started to settle out and Lance’s thoughts became clearer. Find a phone; Get a pick up; Figure out who did this; Then beat that person till mercy was the last word their lips could possibly muster.
Fully clad in his battle gear, too tired to even bother to remove his boots let alone the body suit, Lance wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet embrace of the warm sheets, soft cushion of his pillow, and the stability of a hard stable earth based ground below. Heavy booted feet carried him through the standard issue S.H.I.E.L.D. room and towards his very own bed. The room wasn’t shared and thank the stars for that. He loved his team but his, this was his time. Ripping back the sheets he spun on a heel and closed his chocolate eyes as he let everything go and sank backwards, excited for that sweet relief that un-fortunately would never come.
Eyes still shut he swore he should have hit the bed by then, and instead of warmth his back seemed to be met by a cool rushing force. His medium cut brown locks licked at the side of his face from behind his clear helmet, and while his feel no longer felt any purchase, he hadn’t hit any solid frame with the rest of his body. Had he fallen asleep that fast? Was this one of those kind of awake kind of asleep things? The feeling of falling continued to plague his body and for a moment he figured it would just end when he opened his eyes. Maybe he was simply numb from the dawn till dusk training regime. Slowly he opened his eyes and in that instant everything started to become real. Instead of the bland ceiling of his room, his eyes met the lightly clouded skies with stars glistening above him. “Not a dream…wait am i?” Shifting his weight he managed to roll in the air and what was fast approaching snapped him clear of any doubt, in a few seconds he would be, not in the safety of his bed, but instead in the cold embrace of the ocean. Flailing a bit, panic began to set in “Nope! Not a dream..Not a dream!! Defiantly falling! Shit shit shit shit..OKAY! Focus..” The water grew closer at an alarming rate and while his mind searched for a solution there just simply wasn’t enough time. “Fuck me..” Bracing for impact he hit the water with enough force that it almost instantly knocked him out. Felling the air sucked out of his lungs he resisted every urge to pull it back in, knowing that it would be a salty brine and not the oxygen that he desperately needed. The metal on is suit was not of any help and once he realized it was dragging him down, Lance forced himself to recover from the impact position and he began to kick frantically. Every muscle was already exhausted from his training and it proved to be a struggle to get back to the surface in time. Eventually his face breached the surface of the choppy waters end and he quickly took in as much of the chilled night air as his lungs could muster. Water, however, still managed to get in and he coughed and sputtered to clear it from his air ways as he continued to fight to keep himself above water level.
Spinning as the cold of the ocean began to bite at his skin he tried to get his bearings and was met with the biggest ‘you are here’ marker knowing not just to the states but to the world. Rising into the night sky, the statue of liberty stood tall and bathed in moonlight, a beacon that both settled his mind and confused it at the same time. “New..York?” he questioned as if the monument would answer him. With hypothermia a real danger he began to swim for Liberty Island, hauling himself onto the safest portion of the shore he could find. Once out of the ocean he was quick to pull off his helmet and shake out his hair before looking across the water ways to the lights of New York City. “What in the backwards fuck is going on here…?” he huffed trying to wipe the clear plastic visor of his head gear clear of water with a wet sleeve, the young adult only succeeded in further frustrating himself. “If this is some joke..people are gonna bleed..” putting the hazy helmet back on he stepped towards the open water and using his powers dredged up one stone pillar after another to create a land bridge across the water’s surface, the pathway crumbling behind him. Though it was tempting to leave it up and watch the news reports try to figure out how a new sand bark had formed overnight.
The walk out over the waters only further chilled his bones and the ocean still lapping at his ankles didn’t help any either. A small fishing troller passed by and shone a light over to him and through the blinding beam he could just see them gawking in disbelief. Lance lifted a heavy wet arm to protect his eyes from the light and managed to give them a shiver shaken middle finger before carrying on. He might have considered the ride if he wasn’t sure to be met with some religious nonsense when he got aboard. In this light he knew it would appear that he was crossing on the water’s surface itself and not the unseen rock outcropping. The crew and their ‘are you Jesus?’ comments could bite him. Already ticked off as he was, any more annoyances might just turn him to murder, or at least sink Liberty Island like the lost city of Atlantis.
Once his feet were finally out of the salty sea water and back on the true solid ground there was a small breath of relief as he trudged his way towards the nearest road. He had no phone, no money, and no clue what had happened other than he nearly died; was soaked to the core; and was beyond cold. His teeth would have been chattering had they not been so forcefully gritted together, grinding into one another as his heavy water logged boots carried him to the side walk. Passing people gave him a wide birth and they were right to, Lance was two seconds away from leaving any wise cracker on a three story pedestal with no way off and no room to sit. He needed a mode of transportation, and doubted his jeep had made the magical trip along with him. The left only one option, commandeer someone else’s. Looking down the quiet stretch of road he saw head lights headed his way, but to his dismay it was a navy Toyota Prius. No amount of ‘cool’ colors and desperation, would see this man in a Prius…Pass. It was three cars later when he was about to give up on personal taste when he recognized the sweet hum of a muscle car. “ ‘Bout time..” he gripped holding up a hand to clear the headlights from his vision and get a better view of the upcoming vehicle.
Cold and miserable as he was, a smirk tugged at his chapped lips when he caught sight of what would soon be his ride. The ’66 Ford Thunderbird was a classic, possibly a show car, and from what he could tell it still purred like a kitten. Like some thug out of a video game, Lance stepped out onto the street causing the car to slow as the solo driver laid on the horn. Lance winced as the offensive nose grew louder, but ignoring it as best he could he held up a hand that to the man would look like a ‘stop’. Instead, he channeled the vibrations from his hand into the ground around the car and shook the street enough to make the vehicle swerve a bit but allowed him to keep control. Instantly the driver slammed on the breaks full and hard, bringing the car to a halt inches from lances knees. It looked cool, yeah, but had he not been numb from the icy water, he might have flinched when the car got that close to giving him two broken legs to go with his terrible evening. The middle aged man behind the top down car’s wheel caught his breath and peaked over the windshield before narrowing his eyes “Your..your one of those..”
“yeah yeah yeah mutant blah blah..’what do you think you’re doing?’ yada yada..” Lance muttered while making his way over to the car. As he passed the front tire his hands lifted into the air pulling two walls of stone up to block both lanes in either direction, just in case this guy thought he could make a break for it. “Look..” Lance started trying to show reason in his voice that was layered with annoyance “..if you can’t tell, I am cold, tired, angry, and REALLY not in the mood to deal with any racist bull shit..so get up, get out, and get back. If you got a problem with that, take it up with Shield. I’m sure Nick furry would love to buy you a new car..” he spoke with a commanding and aggressive tone, but behind it there was just a hint of a chuckle as he thought of the look on that hard asses face if he actually got a bill.
The man undid his seat belt but seemed to question the other, the love for his car outweighing the fear for just a moment. “You..you can’t take this. I wanna se some I.D.!” Lance rolled his eyes and grabbed the guy by his sweater vest hauling him up from his seat with one arm as the earth around him began to shake violently. He pulled the man within inches of his own face before barking out a gruff “...GET..OUT..OF THE..GOD..DAMN..CAR". Dropping the man half on the door of his own car, the now terrified male scampered the rest of the way out without even opening the door and stumbled over the trembling ground as car alarms for a 3 block radius began to sound. “Good..” Lance huffed and cracked his neck from side to side to relieve the tension “..Next time either grow some balls or get some respect for the government.” Not that Lance really had any but, hey if you could use it to your advantage, why not? He hopped the door and while it pained him to do so, he set his soaked body down in the black leather seats and used his powers to lower the blocker walls. As his foot hit the gas, the back wheels spun out with a squeal before the car got traction and shot forward taking off down the road narrowly missing the oncoming traffic that was stopped up behind his blockade.
It could have been the roar of the muscle car, or the feel of the wind cascading over the windshield to dry his hair, but things finally started to settle out and Lance’s thoughts became clearer. Find a phone; Get a pick up; Figure out who did this; Then beat that person till mercy was the last word their lips could possibly muster.
