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glorypast‌:

Former Army Ranger, former leader of Overwatch, man who’s lost almost everything, and still he feels bad about scaring little kids. He goes to look over Geli’s shoulder and sees the shadow of a small, retreating form. 

“Damn. Sorry about that. I don’t mean to scare off your company.” He sighs and goes back to the crates, pulling stuff out around him. “Okay, lessee – three boxes of nitrile gloves. Um, paracetemol, ibuprofen, and aspirin. There’s a lot of that, though, I’m trying to figure out how much of each.”

There is silence as he separates and starts counting, then he looks up at her. “I’m hungry. I want tuna fish for lunch.”

“I don’t think you scared her. I think she’s shy.” 

Angela watches the girl take off before turning to smiling at Jack. She closes the door as she follows him back to the boxes. She taps again on the tablet, taking a look in the box. There is a lot. It’s easier to catalog the milligrams than it is to catalog each individual capsule. She can do that part later.

He pauses to look at her, telling her he’s hungry, and she smiles.

“Lunch sounds good, actually. A break could be nice.” She considers to think about local restaurants. “I think there is a seafood place nearby.”

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The soldier nods, expression grim. He is scary, now more than he’s ever been. He looks like a refugee from the set of Apocalypse Now and becomes even scarier when he speaks. Still, his rifle is pointed toward the floor, finger reflexively outside the trigger guard. Angela doesn’t like guns, but she knows by now, those are the signals that he doesn’t intend to shoot.  His suspicion is that it’s maybe some of the kids who like to come see Angela. She’s beautiful by anyone’s standard, and looks unusual for this part of the world. She’s gentle and kind, she gives away food. Of course they love her.  “Go ahead,” he murmurs, nodding at the door. “I’ve got your back.”

Angela smiles as he relaxes his guard slightly. He taught her what she knows about guns, so she’s well-versed in the signs that he’s showing. He’s going to give her a chance to check out whatever may be happening outside. Her attention refocuses on the door and she opens it carefully, staying slightly behind it, in case an attack is coming.

Her blue eyes scan the doorway before she shifts out from behind the door, looking around. She crouches down, a little girl poking her head out from behind a nearby tree, looking at the woman. Angela offers a wave before motioning for her to come over, but the girl quickly shakes her head and runs the other direction. 

“False alarm,” she tells Jack, watching until the girl is out of sight before standing. “Just a curious little girl.”

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“Hell, I’d have paid out of pocket for extra condoms, if it came down to it.” He grunts, then laughs. “Remember, we used to hand ‘em out to the cadets after those hygiene lectures? I didn’t know what to do, so I just did what they did to us in the Army – sat ‘em down for those awful STD lectures and stuff like that.”

He starts to say more, then hears a noise outside. Stealthy, the sound of fabric against wood, as if someone’s brushed up against a railing or wooden siding. Morrison goes for his gun. Likely a civilian, but he’s not one to take chances.

“You hear that, Geli? That one of those kids outside that comes to help you out? You expecting anyone?”

Angela laughs as he brings back the memory. She remembered him coming to her for the medical side, a bit of fear mixed in with the facts to keep everyone smart about their actions. She’d never been one for fear terrifying people into being smart. Helping Jack had been good, helpful. She appreciated his eagerness to learn. He still held that.

The noise catches her attention, almost at the same time that it catches his. She tilts her head, standing carefully, but not moving. She shook her head.

“I’m not expecting anyone, but I have been telling them all to be careful when coming. Let me go first, in case it is?” She looks at him for confirmation before moving forward to the door. “You will only scare them.”

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“I kind of thought you’d say ‘yes’ about going with me, but I kind of thought you’d say ‘no’.” The smile has disappeared in the interim of their talk, but is resurrected now with full force. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you wanna go.” The soldier falls quiet as she begins to work. He muscles in a second crate, then drops to his knees beside her and begins pulling out items so he can help her go over the supplies. He feels oddly excited and carefree, like a child at Christmas. “Okay, I got ten boxes of condoms, a dozen blankets, and twenty bags of saline for IV drips.” There’s more than that in there, but he figures he’ll start slow. “Can I ask you something, since it doesn’t matter anymore? Did anyone ever steal your inventory? Back then, I mean. It was Overwatch, sure, but drugs are drugs.”

Angela catalogs what is in the boxes for a long minute, her gaze again drawn to him as he helps. He starts going through, making a list of the things that he’s found in his crates. She pauses at his question, looking over at him as he asks. For a moment, she says nothing, finishing marking on the tablet.

“Rarely, but yes. There were a few times that we thought they were just missing, but it became regular. I had Athena alert me when they started to disappear. I did eventually catch them - a new recruit - and spoke to them.” She pauses to look at him. “I never filed a report. Instead, we started therapy to fix the problem. It worked, and they stopped missing. Other than that, it was usually condoms that would disappear. I just started ordering more.”

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“I won’t break, Angela. If a whole damn building can fall on me and not kill me, I’m unbreakable.” 

He manages a little smile and places his hand over hers. He doesn’t miss how careful she is with them, remembering how long he’s been alone and how he’s programmed to kill what moves toward him too fast. “I won’t go until dark, but you can come with me, if you wanna see what’s up. I’m just meeting some people bringing some stuff onto the docks. I pay them for supplies, then give ‘em to you.” There’s a slightly seedier element to the whole thing (where the supplies come from, for instance), but he doesn’t go into it. Instead, he pries the lid off the first crate so Geli can inventory. “Y’know, this is kinda peaceful compared to the old days, huh?”

“No more buildings, Jack.” Her voice is soft, worried as always. She worries for him more than she worries for anyone else in the world, but she has to stop. She reminds herself that he is strong. He’s a leader. He’s intelligent. He knows what he’s doing.

“... I want to go.” The words are soft, almost like she’s not sure. She smiles at him, nodding along. “I don’t mind going. I want to see what you do for me.”

She watches him for a moment before she shifts over to the crate, kneeling in front of it and grabbing the nearby tablet. She smiles as she starts to take inventory, lifting her eyes up to him.

“In a way. There’s certainly less people poking around while I try to inventory. Inventory days used to be terrible.”

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There are things he should be doing and places he should be going, yet he doesn’t. He stays. Why? Angela does good work, good deeds for others, and he’s helping her. One old vigilante hiding out in some far-flung corner of the world, helping a friend. Helping a woman he loved, and loves still.

“I need to go to the docks tonight,” he says, setting down a big box of metal instruments for her to open. “So when I come back with stuff for you tomorrow morning, you don’t ask where it came from and I won’t talk about where I got it. Deal?”

Smuggling and stealing are both illegal, of course, but Morrison has ceased to give a shit. If it helps a bunch of poverty-stricken people be healthy, he’s not gonna shed tears over some hyper-rich drug or tech companies. 

Her blue eyes always find him without having to search, drawn like magnets to him. She watches him, monitors him like the doctor she is, like he’s a patient under observation. In a way, she supposes he is. Jack has been through so much, new aches and scars, heartbreak, loss. It’s all she can do to keep it together for him. 

It’s selfish, the way that she almost tells him to stay. These people need help, they both know that. But she nods, watching him for a long moment before she steps over to him, her hands moving slowly to rest on his chest. She broadcasts where her hands are for him, so that he always knows, so that he knows where the touch is coming from.

“Okay,” she says softly, looking at him. “Be careful, okay? I don’t want to have to come find you and patch you up again.” There’s a smile to her face, but a concern in her eyes that belies her worry. “One piece. That’s the deal. You always come back to me in one piece.”

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“Catch.”

Angela’s voice is a gentle correction, soft as her hand moves through his blond hair. She can’t help but laugh at the honesty of his answer, agreeing, though she doesn’t say such aloud. Let Jack wonder a little. It can’t hurt him. 

“Your father is nice, too. It’s nice of him to give you food that I don’t. And he did choose out your barn, you know. But yes, he is louder.” Her eyes glimmer in mischief as she turns her eyes up to Jack from her crouched position next to their son. “Much louder.”

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“I like Mommy better, she reads me stories and she’s nice. Daddy barks a lot and it’s too loud.” Liam is only half-attending the discussion, focused more on his little Fischer-Price barn, which moos when the gate is opened. It’s his favorite toy and it’s difficult to distract him from that. “But Daddy gives me better food than Mommy does, so it’s a Clutch 22.”@valkyrieangelhealer

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you’ve earned some rest, jack

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“Learned it the hard way, Geli. That’s what Sundays are for.” He grins, melting a decade from his features. Proud of himself? That’s an understatement.

Morrison takes both her hands into his and kisses the backs of them before peering over the knuckles with restive eyes. He still loves her like crazy and wants her even more.

“Before you ask if that’s a hint, it’s a hint.”

Thinly veiled amusement greets his statement and she smiles as he takes her hands, pressing kisses over them with reverent care. It touches her, even as he teases. She can’t help a laugh as he confirms an unspoken question.

“Then what are you waiting for, Jack? I’m right here.”

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You better lock it while I’m in there with you. ;)

“Yes, I think we have learned that lesson.”

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He’s surprised at the display of affection. She isn’t cruel to him, but when she’s alone and working, she sometimes gets into the zone and doesn’t come out of it easily. Those times, he feels more like a nuisance than a help, and the longer he’s gone, the greater the risk. But this time, she appears glad to see him. It’s nice, and her lips are hot against the chill of his flesh.

“I got everything, eventually. Some things were hard to come by, but that’s half the fun. I like a challenge.”

The Immortal points at the bag in her hands, but his eyes remain fixed on her face. The eyes are so deeply blue, they seem almost violet. Her skin looks even fairer than normal beneath the curtain of black hair. Angela is so beautiful, the rest of his statement catches in his throat and is half-forgotten. Finally, he remembers.

“You need to give me a tip sheet next time so I’ll get back faster. Maybe make it into a scavenger hunt.”

The creature falls silent and slides open a few windows. The weather is fair and temperate, with a cool breeze wafting in and the scent of rain on it. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply – dead, yet somehow able to breathe in the moisture, the pollen, the cut grass. It smells like Heaven. For him, this is Heaven, however bizarre that may sound.

This is peace and joy.

This is releasing what trials plagued him in life.

This is pleasure and enlightenment.

The ruby-colored eyes open suddenly, flicking back to Angela, and a new smile appears. He reaches out to brush her cheek with his thumb, cherishing the warmth of life heating her skin. It almost makes him feel alive again too, although ironically, he feels more alive than ever.

“Almost forgot – I made you something.”

The gift is coiled inside his jacket pocket. He almost doesn’t feel it at first, so fine are the metal links. He removes it and dangles the item out for her to inspect before moving to fasten it behind her neck.

“The medallion is coal and that’s amber in the center. I carved it up myself and polished the amber. It’s crude, I guess, but coal crafted by a dead man must count for something.”

Angela smiles as he mentions turning his hunt into a scavenger hunt. Could prove to provide more mental stimulation. She makes a mental note of it as she continues to search through the bag, pulling out the items that he’s found for her. 

She smells the faint scent of cold and rain as he opens the windows, but it doesn’t stop her from looking through the tokens that he’s acquired for her. She takes a moment to just look at everything, remembering her own selfish reasons for bringing him back, wondering again if it was the right thing to do.

His hand on her cheek distracts her and she turns to face him, smiling at the gentle gesture. His hands are colder than she remembers, but they are there, and that’s what she needs most. One dark eyebrow arches as he mentions that he made her something. A necklace appears and she gets but a brief moment to look at it before he’s moving behind her, fastening it at the back of her neck. She takes the medallion in her hand to look at it. True, it is a little crude, but it still brings a smile to her lips.

“A gift? Thank you, Jack.”

She turns and her eyes find his crimson ones almost instantly. She puts her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself onto her toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips, thanking him with more than words. The kiss is brief, warm, and she pulls back, but stays on her toes to be closer to him.

“That’s very kind of you.”

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It’s stupid, but Morrison always underestimates how well Angela knows him. She’s brilliant and remembers everything, watching the world with laser eyes that miss nothing.

The dress, for instance. She recalls how he admires it. She wore it a year ago and could’ve lost it with a dozen other things since then, but Geli keeps it and remembers.

Part of him wonders if she can guess what the little scrap of paper says before she even reads it. Maybe. He’s predictable to a fault. But it’s hard to think on that once he passes her the paper. All he can think about is the way it felt when their fingers tangled for a moment.

When Morrison spots her next, he sees the playful little smile and wrist tapping. It’s not the desired answer, but he understands. With a heavy sigh, he nods in return. Yes. Okay. I got it. Not yet.

Angela helps him in these situations, making sure he doesn’t cry off too early or miss talking to someone important. It’s not that he needs supervision, but she helps strengthen his resolve.

The first chance he gets, Jack gently catches Angela by the hand and laces it through his arm. Events like this make him prickly and irritable, but that doesn’t keep him from smiling at her.

“Is it my imagination or is everyone here looking at you?” Morrison looks to and fro, then back at her again and lowers his voice even further. “Can we leave yet? I want to be alone.”

There’s a reason that Angela is always asked to go to these things with Jack. The reason she always tells people is that, as Overwatch’s main doctor and Head of Medicine, she needs to be present to do all the fun political stuff that comes with her position. But, she knows one of the main reasons is that Jack will listen to her and stay for as long as he’s supposed to. He’s respected her opinion on such matters for a long time, and someone further up realized that. The good part is that she never minds.

Angela’s slipped away from another politician or something - she can’t keep track anymore - when a hand grasps hers, tucking it safely his arm. She knows by the feeling immediately that it’s Jack and she turns her head up to him in a smile, good-naturedly rolling her eyes at his first question. When he lowers his voice and asks his next question, tacking on the last five words, her heart skips a beat and heat races through her. How quickly he gets a reaction out of her.

“Jack...” Her voice is soft and she glances around the room for a moment, not so much to see if they have been caught as much as to check to see if they can leave. She lifts her eyes back up to him, blue and slightly hazy, before her smile shifts to almost teasing.

“I suppose you have played nice long enough. I want to be alone with you, too. Yes, we can leave now.”

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15. What’re some songs that you want to have sex to? 32. If you could dress/style someone to be as attractive to you as possible, what would they look like? 43. Would you ever participate in an orgy? 44. Do you enjoy seeing your partner have sex with others? Would you want them to do all of the same things that they’re willing to do with you, or would some be off-limits? 45. Do you mostly prefer giving or receiving oral? 50. Have you ever cum without having your genitals directly stimulated?

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15. What’re some songs that you want to have sex to?

“My, so curious, Jack. Very well. I don’t have any particular songs in mind, but... Anything, really. Something with a good tempo that would be easy to follow. Fast or slow, I don’t mind.”

32. If you could dress/style someone to be as attractive to you as possible, what would they look like?

“It’s seldom an appearance that sways me one way or another, but I believe I see what you mean. For men, a well-tailored suit is always appreciated, but I have a special weakness for the process of the suit coming off. Tie off, top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up. It looks a lot like a gift being unwrapped. For women, a sleek dress, with a good deal of skin visible. I think that’s best.”

43. Would you ever participate in an orgy?

“Maybe. I think there would have to be a lot of conversation first, to make sure everyone is comfortable. I’d have to think on this one more.”

44. Do you enjoy seeing your partner have sex with others? Would you want them to do all of the same things that they’re willing to do with you, or would some be off-limits?

“Hm. I do think some things would be off limits, yes. Things such as not using condoms and that sort of thing, I mean. It’s never been presented before, but I don’t think I’d be against it. I imagine it’s nice to see someone else enjoy your partner as much as you do.”

45. Do you mostly prefer giving or receiving oral?

“Either.”

50. Have you ever cum without having your genitals directly stimulated?

“Not yet, but there is a first time for everything.”

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                       I found home within you,                        and maybe that’s not so bad.

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