*waves Doomed Het OTP flag*
Title: In Labor's rugged school
Summary: It's taken a while for someone worth training to show up at Camp Washington.
Author's Notes: For ilyena_sylph, who asked.
This story is probably as close as I will *ever* get to gen with Slade and Adeline.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
She wasn't brought here to make soldiers. Anyone who makes it to Camp Washington *is* a soldier, hard and tough and thinking they know what war is.
She was brought here to teach them the real thing.
She's here to take soldiers and make them something better. She doesn't know what yet -- she hasn't found anyone suitable. What she makes will depend on the raw material she gets.
She won't, of course, leave her place to find someone herself -- no matter what she's told the brass she'll do if they don't find her decent tools to work with. But she's getting tired of watching the men around her assume blithely that she is simply here to be a nurse or a pretty face. As though she couldn't kill them with a move, unarmed.
She watches the newest bunch be unloaded, of course. She always does.
There are a few there who make her ponder, make her consider them, but the one that catches her eye is the pretty blue-eyed blond with a quick, sharp smirk. He moves as though nothing's quite real but his hands and his feet, the knife she can see at his ankle and the gun resting in the small of his back.
She's seen men who moved like that before. They were always the best killers in any platoon, and the ones who lived like they were already dead.
She has no use for dead men, and if this one can't do more than kill he's no use to her. Adeline turns and walks away.
But walking away doesn't mean forgetting. She pays more than enough attention to get the blond's name, and when she does... she's heard the stories of Slade Wilson -- the crazy, reckless things he did in Korea. He's a legend in some circles. The way he held his platoon together when they were caught without supplies by sheer intimidation, storming the enemy camp, refusing to shoot unarmed women and children.
But he was willing to shoot children trying to kill him, and that's a useful skill.
He has the potential. She is certain of that, and she knows he knows he's good. But she's seen others who could've been as good as she can make them and didn't make the cut. They didn't have the ruthlessness, or they didn't have the guts, or they refused to learn from a woman, or they just didn't *want* enough.
This one is soldier to the core, and when he looks at the people around him he sees both enemies and targets.
He isn't her only option in this group, but he's the one she favors.
He fascinates her, and he makes her want to bite his firm, hard mouth, and he frightens her.
It's because she is afraid that she decides to train him, if he passes the test.
So she tells the brass that the newest recruits will be on the training ground in two days. Last time, she waited for an opponent for a day. None of them had the skill to reach her.
She estimates a wait of about six to eight hours, this run.
And then she'll just see what hotshot Major Slade Wilson can do.
-- Finis
Summary: It's taken a while for someone worth training to show up at Camp Washington.
Author's Notes: For ilyena_sylph, who asked.
This story is probably as close as I will *ever* get to gen with Slade and Adeline.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
She wasn't brought here to make soldiers. Anyone who makes it to Camp Washington *is* a soldier, hard and tough and thinking they know what war is.
She was brought here to teach them the real thing.
She's here to take soldiers and make them something better. She doesn't know what yet -- she hasn't found anyone suitable. What she makes will depend on the raw material she gets.
She won't, of course, leave her place to find someone herself -- no matter what she's told the brass she'll do if they don't find her decent tools to work with. But she's getting tired of watching the men around her assume blithely that she is simply here to be a nurse or a pretty face. As though she couldn't kill them with a move, unarmed.
She watches the newest bunch be unloaded, of course. She always does.
There are a few there who make her ponder, make her consider them, but the one that catches her eye is the pretty blue-eyed blond with a quick, sharp smirk. He moves as though nothing's quite real but his hands and his feet, the knife she can see at his ankle and the gun resting in the small of his back.
She's seen men who moved like that before. They were always the best killers in any platoon, and the ones who lived like they were already dead.
She has no use for dead men, and if this one can't do more than kill he's no use to her. Adeline turns and walks away.
But walking away doesn't mean forgetting. She pays more than enough attention to get the blond's name, and when she does... she's heard the stories of Slade Wilson -- the crazy, reckless things he did in Korea. He's a legend in some circles. The way he held his platoon together when they were caught without supplies by sheer intimidation, storming the enemy camp, refusing to shoot unarmed women and children.
But he was willing to shoot children trying to kill him, and that's a useful skill.
He has the potential. She is certain of that, and she knows he knows he's good. But she's seen others who could've been as good as she can make them and didn't make the cut. They didn't have the ruthlessness, or they didn't have the guts, or they refused to learn from a woman, or they just didn't *want* enough.
This one is soldier to the core, and when he looks at the people around him he sees both enemies and targets.
He isn't her only option in this group, but he's the one she favors.
He fascinates her, and he makes her want to bite his firm, hard mouth, and he frightens her.
It's because she is afraid that she decides to train him, if he passes the test.
So she tells the brass that the newest recruits will be on the training ground in two days. Last time, she waited for an opponent for a day. None of them had the skill to reach her.
She estimates a wait of about six to eight hours, this run.
And then she'll just see what hotshot Major Slade Wilson can do.
-- Finis