[Despite his normal reserved hands-off tactic with everyone else, Ava had always been different. He lifted a hand to the back of her head to bring it forward so that he could kiss her forehead affectionately. It was good to not feel cold, to be able to walk about and interact again. Whatever he had done to earn a spot back in the tank, he hoped to avoid it in future.]
That was me as well, though I suppose male approach to dragons seems more along the lines of killing them to be some saviour. A pet would be much better, though it seems they aren't so easy to be tamed. [And as for 7B, he had his own opinions on how she had been kept which he largely kept to himself.] You would have benefited from the responsibility of a pet back then.
[His hand seemed like he would keep it and the oddity of what had happened still played in his mind now that they were discussing it. What had it felt like? Nothing except the surprise at the end when pain had laced his hand. It had been nothing more than a sneeze, ordinary in sensation as it was every other time that they had occurred.
Even now, he rubbed his nose and felt nothing different. Unlike what she described, he couldn't experience any pressure within him announcing when whatever happened might reoccur. Maybe it was a one-off oddity? Maybe it was something more he was going to have to figure out on his own?]
Shades of what you could do? You've given me the impression that even now, you don't control your powers very well. And besides, what do I need a latent power for? That's not... [what he was built for. What he had seasoned himself on.
Rumlow was an underdog when it came to super-people, but he was top of his class when it came to regular men and women. That's the position he enjoyed being in, good but not so great that everyone had to moon-eye him. He had out-grown the notion that he needed special powers, super-soldier serum or all that nonsense.]
I don't have powers, never have. I'm far too old to be developing something special; special shit is for youngsters where they have years to master it.
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That was me as well, though I suppose male approach to dragons seems more along the lines of killing them to be some saviour. A pet would be much better, though it seems they aren't so easy to be tamed. [And as for 7B, he had his own opinions on how she had been kept which he largely kept to himself.] You would have benefited from the responsibility of a pet back then.
[His hand seemed like he would keep it and the oddity of what had happened still played in his mind now that they were discussing it. What had it felt like? Nothing except the surprise at the end when pain had laced his hand. It had been nothing more than a sneeze, ordinary in sensation as it was every other time that they had occurred.
Even now, he rubbed his nose and felt nothing different. Unlike what she described, he couldn't experience any pressure within him announcing when whatever happened might reoccur. Maybe it was a one-off oddity? Maybe it was something more he was going to have to figure out on his own?]
Shades of what you could do? You've given me the impression that even now, you don't control your powers very well. And besides, what do I need a latent power for? That's not... [what he was built for. What he had seasoned himself on.
Rumlow was an underdog when it came to super-people, but he was top of his class when it came to regular men and women. That's the position he enjoyed being in, good but not so great that everyone had to moon-eye him. He had out-grown the notion that he needed special powers, super-soldier serum or all that nonsense.]
I don't have powers, never have. I'm far too old to be developing something special; special shit is for youngsters where they have years to master it.