“If the Light ever goes on the fritz, we’ll all have much bigger problems.” It’s strange, talking to someone who isn’t used to treating the Light as an unfaltering fact of life. There must be people – civilians in the City, maybe – for whom Guardians and the power of the Traveler are more story than solid truth. But Ghost has never spoken with them. He is a part of the Light too, born from it, trusting in it, depending on it. He supposes it makes sense for Tony to be so wary of it, but Natasha’s pragmatism is welcomed. And as frustrating as its intervention must be, he’s comforted to know it’s watching over them, so far from the Traveler’s reach.
He does a double-take when Stark wraps it up, but he’s only too quick to dart over to Blaze. He hovers in front of her, the half-spins of his shell betraying his concern as he calls out gently. “Blaze? It’s time to wake up, Guardian.”
She returns suddenly, pushing herself up almost before her optics have powered up. There’s an automatic reach for something beside her that isn’t there, a flex of her hands before she swings herself round to sit on the edge of the table, head snapping round to glance over the room. Ghost follows her, watching carefully.
“It’s all right, Blaze. We’re in-”
“Ghost. I know.” Her voice is calm, but she still seems – feels – a little disoriented. She blinks, looks at both humans. Everything seems all right - no angry faces, no alarm from Ghost. No bullet holes. “How long was I out? Did you find anything-?” She pauses. Takes a slower look around, then down at herself. Something has changed, something subtle enough that she’s going to take a minute to place what feels so odd. “...What did you do?”
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on 2018-07-04 10:23 pm (UTC)If the Light ever goes on the fritz, we’ll all have much bigger problems.” It’s strange, talking to someone who isn’t used to treating the Light as an unfaltering fact of life. There must be people – civilians in the City, maybe – for whom Guardians and the power of the Traveler are more story than solid truth. But Ghost has never spoken with them. He is a part of the Light too, born from it, trusting in it, depending on it. He supposes it makes sense for Tony to be so wary of it, but Natasha’s pragmatism is welcomed. And as frustrating as its intervention must be, he’s comforted to know it’s watching over them, so far from the Traveler’s reach.He does a double-take when Stark wraps it up, but he’s only too quick to dart over to Blaze. He hovers in front of her, the half-spins of his shell betraying his concern as he calls out gently. “
Blaze? It’s time to wake up, Guardian.”She returns suddenly, pushing herself up almost before her optics have powered up. There’s an automatic reach for something beside her that isn’t there, a flex of her hands before she swings herself round to sit on the edge of the table, head snapping round to glance over the room. Ghost follows her, watching carefully.
“
It’s all right, Blaze. We’re in-”“Ghost. I know.” Her voice is calm, but she still seems – feels – a little disoriented. She blinks, looks at both humans. Everything seems all right - no angry faces, no alarm from Ghost. No bullet holes. “How long was I out? Did you find anything-?” She pauses. Takes a slower look around, then down at herself. Something has changed, something subtle enough that she’s going to take a minute to place what feels so odd. “...What did you do?”