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The suturing of her wound felt longer than when she did it herself. Myla could have went to her room and taken care of it but her work would have been mediocre, at best, compared to the advanced capabilities within the academy. Most of her scars came from her own shoddy stitching. There were many things that she was capable of regardless of her disability, but doing a perfect stitch was not one of them.
As she laid there on the medical bed, her mind easily wondered, somehow ending up on Kane. There was something about him that perplexed Myla. Perhaps it was the fact that she knew nothing about him beyond his name and that he didn't hesitate when it came to killing. That would be enough to pique anyones interest. But what confused her more was how comfortable she felt around him... safe. Of course, having her life saved by him would do that to anyone for a time, yet she found herself almost sad that she'd never cross his path again. Ridiculous.
Myla sighed softly when the procedure finished. She adjusted her top as she sat up and grabbed her things. She had no desire to linger around the others and recount an evening she had yet to fully come to grasp with. It was late. She didn't need a clock to tell her that. And whatever adrenalin rush she might have had had long worn off, leaving her sore and fatigued. "Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S.," she said as she moved to her feet.
"My pleasure, Ms. Murdock."
The moment she stepped out of the infirmary, she could hear the lights shut off and the entire wing shutdown. Myla slowly made her way over to the elevators and ascended to her room. It was quiet. She was thankful for that. Manhattan always had so much noise that it was hard for her to sleep. Whenever she would just about doze off there would always be something in the distance, a siren, a cry for help, a gun shot. It didn't matter. Something that required her attention more than a few hours of much needed rest. But out here it was just the whistling of the wind around the tower and the soft sounds of the ocean washing up to the shore.
Myla needed a shower but her eyes were fighting to stay open already. She opted for changing her clothes as a temporary fix until the morning. She needed sleep. It took her longer than she would have liked to find the bedroom. Then the moment she fell backwards onto the soft mattress it seemed like whatever sleepiness she had immediately left her. She laid there, for what felt like an eternity, as her mind replayed the night's events over and over again. And for some strange reason she kept coming back to the small, intimate encounter in the bathroom. Why couldn't she get it out of her mind?
It was only then, with the thoughts of a stranger's safety and a weird anxious feeling in her gut, that she managed to finally drift off.
As she laid there on the medical bed, her mind easily wondered, somehow ending up on Kane. There was something about him that perplexed Myla. Perhaps it was the fact that she knew nothing about him beyond his name and that he didn't hesitate when it came to killing. That would be enough to pique anyones interest. But what confused her more was how comfortable she felt around him... safe. Of course, having her life saved by him would do that to anyone for a time, yet she found herself almost sad that she'd never cross his path again. Ridiculous.
Myla sighed softly when the procedure finished. She adjusted her top as she sat up and grabbed her things. She had no desire to linger around the others and recount an evening she had yet to fully come to grasp with. It was late. She didn't need a clock to tell her that. And whatever adrenalin rush she might have had had long worn off, leaving her sore and fatigued. "Thank you, J.A.R.V.I.S.," she said as she moved to her feet.
"My pleasure, Ms. Murdock."
The moment she stepped out of the infirmary, she could hear the lights shut off and the entire wing shutdown. Myla slowly made her way over to the elevators and ascended to her room. It was quiet. She was thankful for that. Manhattan always had so much noise that it was hard for her to sleep. Whenever she would just about doze off there would always be something in the distance, a siren, a cry for help, a gun shot. It didn't matter. Something that required her attention more than a few hours of much needed rest. But out here it was just the whistling of the wind around the tower and the soft sounds of the ocean washing up to the shore.
Myla needed a shower but her eyes were fighting to stay open already. She opted for changing her clothes as a temporary fix until the morning. She needed sleep. It took her longer than she would have liked to find the bedroom. Then the moment she fell backwards onto the soft mattress it seemed like whatever sleepiness she had immediately left her. She laid there, for what felt like an eternity, as her mind replayed the night's events over and over again. And for some strange reason she kept coming back to the small, intimate encounter in the bathroom. Why couldn't she get it out of her mind?
It was only then, with the thoughts of a stranger's safety and a weird anxious feeling in her gut, that she managed to finally drift off.
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William lingered back near the elevator and let Aria wonder around the staging room for the training facility. If she had spent any time at all at Xavier's school then it had to feel familiar, even to some small degree. After all, it was him that allowed Tony Stark to replicate some of their own training technology, but added his own advancements and spins, as he usually did. He himself even felt a bit odd and out of place being down there. It had been a decade since he stepped foot in this building and wondered the halls, yet it also felt like yesterday. But there was still something missing and that was all the friends he shared his time with before the academy closed. Unfortunately, they would not be waiting in some room.
He watched Aria wonder around. Her fingers brushed the name tags of previous students as she paced about the circumference of the room. Eventually she made her way towards the large control panel and double doors that lead toward the training room. "This must be a holoroom training area."
Will pushed off the wall and slowly walked across the room toward her. "It is. Very similar to Xavier's, in fact. Tony got the plans from him and then added his own spin on it." He watched her press some buttons and look it over. He wasn't going to stop her. Nothing that she could press on there would cause any problems. It just set up the environment for training. Anything she could think of could be designed on there.
Aria snuck a glance down at her watch and then spun around to face him. "Thanks, William. I think I needed this," she said with a soft smile.
William nodded his head and returned the smile. "Glad to help."
"I also think my body is going to start screaming at me to go to bed soon. I'm up much later than normal."
"Oh yes, of course." He once again nodded his head and motioned his hand toward the elevator.
"Night, Will! Maybe I will catch you at breakfast in the morning." Aria hurried past him while giving him a quick wave.
"Good night," Will called after her as she hurried into the elevator. He gave her a soft smile and a wave as the doors closed.
Once alone, Will's right hand raised to rub the back of his head with a soft sigh. He didn't know what to expect out of this strange group of strangers. They were all so different. And some lead him to question if a place like this was somewhere they belonged. But nevertheless, he tried to remain optimistic and hold out hope that they would all remain. They needed the help. Whether or not they all liked one another, too many heroes were gone for them to ignore this any longer. If they did, who knows how long it would be until they were next?
William waited awhile until he thought it had been a long enough time for the elevator to drop off Aria. He then pressed the button and waited for the lift to come get him. Pressing the button that lead to his floor made him small, if only a small fraction. He was happy to be home. No one really knew how much he had missed this place. When the doors opened, everything was exactly the way he remembered it. It was like coming home after a long vacation.
He wasn't particularly tired. While everyone else might have easily fallen into bed, Will suffered from an overactive mind and a terrible chase of insomnia. So rather than lay in bed staring at the ceiling for hours, he sat himself down at his desk. If he was going to be awake at all hours of the night, he had to be useful. Will turned on the computer and wasted no time deep diving on the internet to see if he could find anymore leads or their next course of action. Little did he know he wasn't going to get any sleep at all, nor find a single ounce of new evidence.
He watched Aria wonder around. Her fingers brushed the name tags of previous students as she paced about the circumference of the room. Eventually she made her way towards the large control panel and double doors that lead toward the training room. "This must be a holoroom training area."
Will pushed off the wall and slowly walked across the room toward her. "It is. Very similar to Xavier's, in fact. Tony got the plans from him and then added his own spin on it." He watched her press some buttons and look it over. He wasn't going to stop her. Nothing that she could press on there would cause any problems. It just set up the environment for training. Anything she could think of could be designed on there.
Aria snuck a glance down at her watch and then spun around to face him. "Thanks, William. I think I needed this," she said with a soft smile.
William nodded his head and returned the smile. "Glad to help."
"I also think my body is going to start screaming at me to go to bed soon. I'm up much later than normal."
"Oh yes, of course." He once again nodded his head and motioned his hand toward the elevator.
"Night, Will! Maybe I will catch you at breakfast in the morning." Aria hurried past him while giving him a quick wave.
"Good night," Will called after her as she hurried into the elevator. He gave her a soft smile and a wave as the doors closed.
Once alone, Will's right hand raised to rub the back of his head with a soft sigh. He didn't know what to expect out of this strange group of strangers. They were all so different. And some lead him to question if a place like this was somewhere they belonged. But nevertheless, he tried to remain optimistic and hold out hope that they would all remain. They needed the help. Whether or not they all liked one another, too many heroes were gone for them to ignore this any longer. If they did, who knows how long it would be until they were next?
William waited awhile until he thought it had been a long enough time for the elevator to drop off Aria. He then pressed the button and waited for the lift to come get him. Pressing the button that lead to his floor made him small, if only a small fraction. He was happy to be home. No one really knew how much he had missed this place. When the doors opened, everything was exactly the way he remembered it. It was like coming home after a long vacation.
He wasn't particularly tired. While everyone else might have easily fallen into bed, Will suffered from an overactive mind and a terrible chase of insomnia. So rather than lay in bed staring at the ceiling for hours, he sat himself down at his desk. If he was going to be awake at all hours of the night, he had to be useful. Will turned on the computer and wasted no time deep diving on the internet to see if he could find anymore leads or their next course of action. Little did he know he wasn't going to get any sleep at all, nor find a single ounce of new evidence.