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"That is a very true statement you should put on a t-shirt and make profit from." he pointed out. "Last time? " he listed his eyes and thought about it. "Shortly after the war, you were wondering if being Asian was offensive... thus being incredibly irritable. " he replied.

Betsy barely bought the drama of the man. "Pretty faces come quite often with pretty lies." She answered and walked a bit closer. "Let's say I wasn't expecting anyone." She offered, still not poking into his mind. "When was the last time Northstar?"

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"What is it with you ladies always questioning what I say. The other day, I got the exact same reaction from a woman who does some consulting for agencies. She thought me not genuine. I was almost offended." Jean-Paul stated with a smile. "I can leave if you don't want to talk, I would understand."

Betsy frowned quite a bit, she wasn't reading his mind, trying to not poke in when it was unnecessary. "And you thought about coming and say hi? I'm flatered M. Baubier." She played along, even if she looked like not really believing it.

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Jean-Paul did not mean to stalk, but he got lost in a moment of thinking that Betsy was Aurora. It was not possible he knew, but since Bobby's intervention, he had his sister a lot on his mind. Seeing him sometimes in others, so when the woman turned , it took her a second to realize that who he had in front of him was not Aurora. "I thought I recognized you Miss Braddock" he saved the moment by pretending to have spotted her in the crowd.

Not this time, not with this new law. Maybe Betsy lost some of her faith because of the war but this time, she refused to take part in all of that, she was done playing the hero and paying the price for it. She had her own problems to deal with, she had to clean her own mind, calm down the stolen memories, and compartmentalize the pain. She decided she could handle it, just like she handled all the shit of her past. The Skrulls may have stolen her body and face, they may have stolen her brother, but they could go f*ck themself for stealing anything else.

Telepathically privileged, the Hammer wasn't a big deal, Betsy wasn't living like a fugitive but still avoided pointless attention. Known faces were most of the time spotted from at least two blocks away. Anyway, all that fuss to say that, no. Betsy wasn't surprised to meet those eyes in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

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"Any time , Bobby. I'll do my best to be here when I can and you need me." he spoke and nodded. "Yes you do. " he let a bit go of him. "That's no problem, we can just sit together and quiet and judge people" he judged as he sat down next to him. The joke was, of course, that the gym had only both of them, and that this was the gym at the institute so it was indeed empty.

Bobby tried to inhale and exhale. He closed his eyes and reflected on Jean-Paul's words. He saw the scene in front of him, clear as day. They were outside of the institute, he was on the roof, thinking about things... and there was Jean-Paul, telling him he could fly..and he did. Be gentle with yourself, that was hard. He did not like to feel shame, and yet he was so ashamed, of what they made him do, of what he had done. He thought that if he could prove to the world that he was strong, it could all go away...but there was the lie. He couldn't make it go away. The harm had been done, had healed, and some of the scars, the scar tissue, caused this , the pain...physical as emotional. He hugged JP back again. "Thank you...for being here." he whispered into the other man's ear. "I guess...I have a phone call to make." he added. "But...I'll just sit here for a little longer, if that's all the same to you"

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"cheat? " he asked , finguring quite easily what he was going to say (shhh). "And what's wrong with cheating a bit, Bobby? " he paused and let a hand go on his back. "There is no shame in it. You thought you couldn't fly, because you said you were creating ice to glide in the clouds, that's still flying to me ...allow yourself to feel proud, no one is going to think less of you because you decided to heal. " he explained. "It is always better than working yourself out to death...you know you would have hurt yourself if I wasn't here. Please Bobby, be gentle with yourself."

The hug only registred when he smelled Jean-Paul's cologne , and while he wanted to fight it at first because , well the other mutant was not really , he had never thought that someone like him would be so kind to him, he just let it go, knowing that he could trust at least Jean-Paul's words about him being safe with him. He licked his lips. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was as far as he could go. There wasn't just emotional damage, there was some physical too. Jean's words came back to him. "Maybe ...Jean....offered to...fix me...but...I have not given an answer yet...I just feel like...like it's a ..." he couldn't bring himself to finish that sentence.

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"I'm going to give you a hug okay? If it bothers you, just push me away." he stated and slowly put him into his arms and held him steady. "I know you are working on it, for almost 4 years now , but clearly , you've come to the end of what you can do to heal. " he spoke. "Maybe it is time you let someone pull you to the finish line ? "

Bobby sighed and looked away. " It makes me so tired afterwards that I can fall asleep. But to this extend I haven't done in quite a few months ...I suppose it's because it nears the anniversary of...it" he admitted.

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"That you did, to the point of fainting." Jean-Paul agreed, and he felt himself a bit more calm and relieved to see Bobby regain control. "You said again, I take it it happens more often than not when you're alone ?" he asked.

There was no point in fighting anything. So he trusted and just let go , he focused on a point in front of him and focused on the touch Jean-Paul was providing. He nodded at the question and took the bottle. Little sips, it felt good, the fresh sugary taste. That was the thing with falling down, once you landed, that's when everything became always too much. "I pushed it too far again" he admitted after a while of silence or so he felt. And there it was, a sigh of relief , relief that it was passing, that he didn't feel that dizzy anymore or out of focus with reality.

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Astonishing X-Men, 2013

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"Shh, you're fine, just focus on getting your heartrate down." he replied. "You're alright, you're with me, you're safe, it will pass, just give it time ." He held him stable , held him safe , grounding him as much as he could with small hand mouvements. In this state of daze, he just wanted to prevent an episode or a trauma response. "Here, have some gatorade" he offered, gabbing it really in the blink of an eye.

The other mutant was quicker than him. The feeling of bliss was one of in and out , ponctuated by burst of feeling extremely dizzy. He was holding onto Jean-Paul's arm , trying as much as he could to regain control of his body. He obeyed the command and focused on his voice and his breathing, it was so fast, he felt the overworking of his muscle pulsing , his mouth was dry. It reminded him of - no - the ice baths - he shuddered and shook his head. "I'm....I'm sorry." he whispered not feeling grounded or out of this state of extreme fatigue.

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Jean-Paul was quick to see the life quit Bobby's eyes and came closer to give him support. "Hey, hey, easy, easy, you're okay, you're okay, I've got you." he whispered while getting him safely on the ground and kept him against him. He could hear the frequency of his heart, racing so much . He had not been careful enough , he could have prevented this all together. He wanted to believe that Bobby was fine, enough ... but Bobby was sneaky when it came to how he escaped his reality.

"I'm pretty sure I reached that point of no return several time in my life already. " He stated and winced when he sat up on the bench. Okay, he felt a bit lightheaded, that wasn't good. Yet he loved the feeling of falling at the same time. He felt the blood pumping, he felt almost like he could take on anything or nothing. He in fact did not realize he was passing out a bit.

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Jean-Paul was not dumb yet only showed it through a raised eyebrow. "Well that's what gym buddies are for. Just don't injure yourself over something stupid, that would be bad for your reputation" he tried to spin it with some humor.

He just felt a breeze, but then felt the weight being helped up and he breathed out . "yeah...yeah" he was staying down for a bit then sat up. "Thanks, I lost count there." he confessed.

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"Thank you,comes with being gay. " he joked. "The name is Jean-Paul Baubier, Northstar is the code name for sports or x-men business. " he informed. "So you are the infamous Willis agent who interrogates mutants ...interesting."

Did he just criticize and compliment her in almost the same sentence? Verity cocked an eyebrow. “Really smooth.” She commented, plus what was wrong with her outfit? The Walmart? the scarf? Ugh, it felt stupid to just focus on it. “Not sure I caught your name, who are you?”

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Jean-Paul had been training on his own , he had to admit the x-men did have a nice facility. However, soon Bobby got his attention. At first, he was admiring the technique, the body as well. However as the man continued his set, he saw the switch, the slip into something more. He moved fast and was next to him to hold the weights. "Breathe out, I've got you." he told Bobby. "You okay?"

The thing with healing was tht some days it was great, you saw your progress, you felt yourself getting closer to yourself...and then there were days where all was just a pitch black hole with no prospect of hope or it ever ending. Bobby had started to get more grey days, but when he felt slipping, he hit the gym. He had developped quite the body because of it, pushing it past the pain. A pain he could control. He had lost count of many he had done, maybe his gym buddy was counting.

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"Well, nobody is perfect as they say. " Jean-Paul. " That does not mean you are not beautiful. "

baubierxjeanpaul​:

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“Thank you. “ he smiled. “Yes it is.  How about you, what are you wearing ? “

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Oh they were seriously speaking about fashion now? It cut Verity a bit of guard but yeah sure, she could speak fashion. “Uuuh….” She looked at herself. “Walmart shirt and jeans, Doc Martens shoes and Asgardian coat and scarf.” Thanks Loki for raising up her style and fanciness. 

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summerofcyclops​:

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“I thought you would be out with your buddy, Pietro.”

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“Okay first of all, he’s not my buddy.  Secondly , it’s hockey night, Scott don’t tell me you forgot...again ????”

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willis-verity​:

“Right… But c’mon you’re not poor, what is this coat? Armani?”

“Very good eye. Do you like it ? It’s quite comfortable, not very practicle to move though. “

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“Okay , fine , that was Pietro not me.  I’m just a poor man trying to impress a pretty girl here. ”

“…” And she was supposed to believe this? Damn this day was going to be long.