fic: cold sheets (spyverse, marsh/crow) | G
An original fic thing that will make sense to approximately one person. Marsh trains child spies; Crow is one of his projects.
if you want to imagine Marsh as Liev Schreiber that's probably pretty accurate
cold sheets
spyverse, marsh/crow (sort of?)
506 words
G
summary: The first night alone in a new city is always a little lonely.
warnings: Sort of implies a relationship between an adult in a position of authority and a (just barely) not-legal teenager. And stuff.
The bed is big and soft-- it's the sort of hotel room that's meant for two people, with a king-sized bed and a moderately impressive view and a kitchenette that came pre-stocked and paid for. He's the only one here, though, and the thought fans an achiness in his chest that he hasn't been able to get rid of since he left the base.
He sits down in the middle of the comforter, liking the way it squishes under him, and sets the laptop down in front of him, fixing the screen a little. On the other end of the video feed, Marsh raises an eyebrow at him. "You should have been in bed fifteen minutes ago."
Crossing his legs under him, Crow glances out momentarily towards the windows, towards the lights of skyscrapers and the night sky. The sheets are cold-- a welcome contrast to the humid summer air, and he likes it. "It's just the timezones-- it still feels like it's dinnertime. I'm not used to it." He glances back towards the laptop, running a hand through his hair, grimacing a little when he catches sight of himself in the webcam viewscreen.
"Just pretend it's a nice long nap," Marsh soothes. Crow flickers a smile. "It'll be easier in a few days."
A sigh. He leans forward, curling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. The room feels strangely quiet-- no one breathing next to him, just the soft hum of air conditioning. "I'm not really sleepy."
Marsh offers him a grin that somehow seems condescending and sympathetic at the same time. "Did you bring books like I told you to?" He nods. "You can read for half an hour. Lights off after that, though. And I want you to set your alarm for 8 so you can get up and start getting a feel for the place. Got it?"
Resting his chin on his crossed arms, Crow smiles a little, softly, immediately comforted. It's the routine, and the orders-- it settles him down right away. "..'kay."
Marsh eyes him for a moment, a soft grin playing on his features. There's a moment of quiet between them, comfortable-- nothing but the air conditioning and the sounds of the city singing outside his windows many floors below. He can't help it, he yawns.
"Ah. Go to bed." Marsh shoos him with a hand, and Crow nods, rubbing at his eyes, grinning a bit despite himself, although it's sleepier. "You've had a long day. Go get some rest."
Making a tired noise, he nods a few times, uncurling himself from his balled-up position so he can reach the laptop. "Love you."
"I love you too. 8 AM, kiddo."
"Yes sir." A soft smile, and Marsh chuckles, waving him off. Crow pauses for a second before closing the connection and shutting the laptop's lid, setting it on the bedside table so he can go scout out the lightswitch again.
Within a minute he's curled up in bed, and asleep mere moments later.
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if you want to imagine Marsh as Liev Schreiber that's probably pretty accurate
cold sheets
spyverse, marsh/crow (sort of?)
506 words
G
summary: The first night alone in a new city is always a little lonely.
warnings: Sort of implies a relationship between an adult in a position of authority and a (just barely) not-legal teenager. And stuff.
The bed is big and soft-- it's the sort of hotel room that's meant for two people, with a king-sized bed and a moderately impressive view and a kitchenette that came pre-stocked and paid for. He's the only one here, though, and the thought fans an achiness in his chest that he hasn't been able to get rid of since he left the base.
He sits down in the middle of the comforter, liking the way it squishes under him, and sets the laptop down in front of him, fixing the screen a little. On the other end of the video feed, Marsh raises an eyebrow at him. "You should have been in bed fifteen minutes ago."
Crossing his legs under him, Crow glances out momentarily towards the windows, towards the lights of skyscrapers and the night sky. The sheets are cold-- a welcome contrast to the humid summer air, and he likes it. "It's just the timezones-- it still feels like it's dinnertime. I'm not used to it." He glances back towards the laptop, running a hand through his hair, grimacing a little when he catches sight of himself in the webcam viewscreen.
"Just pretend it's a nice long nap," Marsh soothes. Crow flickers a smile. "It'll be easier in a few days."
A sigh. He leans forward, curling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. The room feels strangely quiet-- no one breathing next to him, just the soft hum of air conditioning. "I'm not really sleepy."
Marsh offers him a grin that somehow seems condescending and sympathetic at the same time. "Did you bring books like I told you to?" He nods. "You can read for half an hour. Lights off after that, though. And I want you to set your alarm for 8 so you can get up and start getting a feel for the place. Got it?"
Resting his chin on his crossed arms, Crow smiles a little, softly, immediately comforted. It's the routine, and the orders-- it settles him down right away. "..'kay."
Marsh eyes him for a moment, a soft grin playing on his features. There's a moment of quiet between them, comfortable-- nothing but the air conditioning and the sounds of the city singing outside his windows many floors below. He can't help it, he yawns.
"Ah. Go to bed." Marsh shoos him with a hand, and Crow nods, rubbing at his eyes, grinning a bit despite himself, although it's sleepier. "You've had a long day. Go get some rest."
Making a tired noise, he nods a few times, uncurling himself from his balled-up position so he can reach the laptop. "Love you."
"I love you too. 8 AM, kiddo."
"Yes sir." A soft smile, and Marsh chuckles, waving him off. Crow pauses for a second before closing the connection and shutting the laptop's lid, setting it on the bedside table so he can go scout out the lightswitch again.
Within a minute he's curled up in bed, and asleep mere moments later.
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