Church looks up, helmet on the desk next to a short stack of papers. His eyes are sort of sunken, sporting dark circles, as if he hasn't slept in a few days- no wonder he hasn't been without his helmet all week. His face drops even further, if possible, at the sight of Tex. He's managed to avoid her since she tossed the bag on the table the day Flowers came back, but he guesses his luck's gotta run out sometime.
"I'd rather you didn't," he replies dryly. "In fact, just don't say anything at all. Just have a happy fucking new year and get out. I've got work to do." With that, he returns his attention to the sheaf of forms in front of him, gripping a pen in an apparent attempt to keep his cool.
"You, my dearest cockbite, and I mean that in the most literal sense." Tex paused as she stepped further into the room, already smelling the tension in the air, "You do not order me around. I take orders from two people, and you ain't one of 'em. Now then gringo, I've got a family that dearly misses me, so if you'll kindly fuck off, I'd like to let them know I'm still breathing." Tex drummed the console with her fingers impatiently.
"S'called regulations, cock nazi," Church retorts. He scowls up at Tex again, fist clenched around his pen, eyes darkening. "Unlike you, I've got a responsibility or two. You can comm out to your pimp any day of the fucking week and go home, but some of us? We get to deal with it. So fuck off and call your boss," he growls, "or if you plan on sticking around and making us miserable, write a motherfucking letter home like everyone else." The pen snaps in his hand, and he shakes it to the floor before the ink can leak on his hand. He starts pawing over the desk and opening drawers with a snarl, trying in vain to tune her out.
Tex felt like punching his lights out solely for the pimp remark, but decided to keep herself in check for a little bit. She let her voice slip into her innocent tone.
"Now, now, Leo sweety, that's not very nice. You know I've got a loving family back home that would very much like to know their daughter's making her way in the universe. It's new years, I'm sure you can let those silly old regs rest for a night or two. I'm sure my sister would love to see you again, after you ran off with me..." She grinned, knowing that would hurt.
Church moves just in time to intercept the three small throwing blades with his right arm, catching two and one slipsiding his ribs. He lets out a small grunt from the subliminal pain- his adrenalin is pumping now- and pulls the two from his arm, then the one from his side. A momentary breath tells him it's a scratch, not a puncture, and he tosses the blades away.
"All right, fuck this," he growls, giving another running lunge and tackling low to hit Tex into another tangled roll of arms and bodies. He gives a throated scream as he begins slamming one fist into the nearest bit of flesh, soft or not, bone or muscle, and plants his mouth against her shoulder, crunching teeth past skin and tendon, intent on taking a piece of her. His mind barely sends him signals of his surroundings, more intent on keeping him out of the fog with a simple mantra: Fucking kill you! I'll fucking kill you, you dirty fucking whore!
Tex grunted as her arm was connected with. It felt sprained, most likely bruised. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming as Church bit into her shoulder. It hurt like hell, like she hadn't been hurt in a long time...then something else clicked in her brain, the pain was still there, but it mingled with something else she hadn't felt for awhile. She managed a smile as a small dose of pleasure surged through her body
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Church rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes. For the longest time, he stares, until the fire in his gut and loin die down. His eyes water, and he blinks at the halogen lighting plate. Broken down again. Right into her fucking hands. Again. There to get her off. Again. Nothing but a fucktoy. Again. Fucking useless to himself and his responsibilities. Again.His hands clench into fists at his sides as his sense of logic drains out with his self-esteem. Slowly, he sits up and looks around the room, dazed, before his eyes lock onto a strewn set of keys across the floor. He blinks, the back of his mind rattling off to him where the keys go, and that he's probably gotta label them for Cap later. He turns on his ass and crawls over, his hand closing around one key- the only one of its kind, the one he keeps forgetting to make copies of because the door to that fucking
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Caboose finally got his hand out of the damn vent grill, when he pried it open he’d inadvertently bent it back over his hand, which meant that it was twice as hard to get free since he’d bent it with two hands in the first place. Caboose had been pulling at it since the fight started, and when he finally got free it was over, and Church was hurt
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"I'd rather you didn't," he replies dryly. "In fact, just don't say anything at all. Just have a happy fucking new year and get out. I've got work to do." With that, he returns his attention to the sheaf of forms in front of him, gripping a pen in an apparent attempt to keep his cool.
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"Now, now, Leo sweety, that's not very nice. You know I've got a loving family back home that would very much like to know their daughter's making her way in the universe. It's new years, I'm sure you can let those silly old regs rest for a night or two. I'm sure my sister would love to see you again, after you ran off with me..." She grinned, knowing that would hurt.
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"All right, fuck this," he growls, giving another running lunge and tackling low to hit Tex into another tangled roll of arms and bodies. He gives a throated scream as he begins slamming one fist into the nearest bit of flesh, soft or not, bone or muscle, and plants his mouth against her shoulder, crunching teeth past skin and tendon, intent on taking a piece of her. His mind barely sends him signals of his surroundings, more intent on keeping him out of the fog with a simple mantra: Fucking kill you! I'll fucking kill you, you dirty fucking whore!
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