What drew May to the party in the caves tonight is anyone's guess. She doesn't look like she's interested in celebrating. In fact, she's staying far above the dance floor, observing the throngs of people from a cavern up above. Arms crossed above her chest, she lets her gaze sweep the group.
She could have stayed away, stayed somewhere quiet and heard about the festivities in the morning. But when you get this many people in one place, when you make them forget the troubles they face for too long, people tend to get reckless.
She doesn't know all of them, but she doesn't want to see any trouble tonight. Sometimes the thing that people need to be protected from most is themselves.]
[simulation]
[Standing on the edge of the roof, May takes a deep breath. The air feels crisp here- clear and clean. It's a lie, of course. The air doesn't actually exist. But it feels fresh, which is enough for now.
Inhale. Exhale. The quiet up here is calming, almost so much so that she forgets what she came up here for in the first place.
Almost.]
You're not chickening out on me, are you? [She says, turning to glance over her shoulder at the person she was coaching through the whole 'flying leap from building to building' thing. There's the slightest trace of a smile on her lips, the question dry, goading.]
melinda may | agents of shield
What drew May to the party in the caves tonight is anyone's guess. She doesn't look like she's interested in celebrating. In fact, she's staying far above the dance floor, observing the throngs of people from a cavern up above. Arms crossed above her chest, she lets her gaze sweep the group.
She could have stayed away, stayed somewhere quiet and heard about the festivities in the morning. But when you get this many people in one place, when you make them forget the troubles they face for too long, people tend to get reckless.
She doesn't know all of them, but she doesn't want to see any trouble tonight. Sometimes the thing that people need to be protected from most is themselves.]
[simulation]
[Standing on the edge of the roof, May takes a deep breath. The air feels crisp here- clear and clean. It's a lie, of course. The air doesn't actually exist. But it feels fresh, which is enough for now.
Inhale. Exhale. The quiet up here is calming, almost so much so that she forgets what she came up here for in the first place.
Almost.]
You're not chickening out on me, are you? [She says, turning to glance over her shoulder at the person she was coaching through the whole 'flying leap from building to building' thing. There's the slightest trace of a smile on her lips, the question dry, goading.]