What even is my life anymore?

[onteamdyson]

Who: Kenzi Malikov-Rumlow, Matt Miller, Poe Dameron
Where: Bucky's room, and then around town!
When: Matt's thread is on May 4th after this. Poe's thread is May 14TH
What: Kenzi "borrows" her "cousin's" room to talk to her "ex-boyfriend" about what the shit is going on. Later, Kenzi sees a very advanced roomba rolling around the street and NEEDS TO INVESTIGATE!
Warnings: Probably strong language. Some heavy topics? Mostly stupidity. Will update as needed.
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May 4th - Matt

So Jefferson hadn't been at the tea shop Kenz had sent Matt to, that's fine. Probably better, actually, considering she doesn't want people to know about them. Not that any of it actually HAPPENED! Except... it might have happened? But probably didn't. Whatever. Either way, she doesn't want to go spreading the news that she was associated with this giant nerd that barely knows how to talk to girls and somehow managed to get into her pants for what proved to be an UNDERWHELMING ENCOUNTER! How the hell did that lead to a brief relationship? Who knows. The less people it gets around to, the better.

Kenzi drags Matt from main street, all the way to a house. Not her house where she lives with her husband, though. That would be STUPID! Seriously, really dumb. Especially when there are cameras everywhere. No thanks. Instead, she brings him to her cousin's house. Specifically, his bedroom. A place they can talk without being ratted out to the popo and locked up for disturbing some shit! Because that is a thing that keeps happening and Kenzi is way too cute to go to prison. Again. Shut up.

Tugging Matt by his wrist the entire way, she pulls him into Bucky's bedroom and shuts the door behind them with a huff. She doesn't want Steve or Nat to see this guy. It's bad enough she had to tell Bucky! He gave her that stupid half smile he does with his stupid face and she wanted to punch him. It's not LIKE that. God.

At least now they could talk.

"Okay, spill. What do you remember? Let's start there." Because it's probably not much and she needs to know which blanks need to be filled.


May 14th - Poe

Whaaaat the FUUUUUCK is that thing? It looks like a rice cooker sitting on top of a beach ball. Seriously, what IS that? Just rolling down the street-- is this some kid's science fair project? Kenzi has to investigate. She's gotta see this thing up close.

Of course, when it's like... almost a block away and on the other side of the street, she ends up looking like a crazy person chasing after this WEIRD CONTRAPTION, but that's fine, probably. It's cool. Someone's gotta be around here with a remote control for it, right? Maybe if she just... gets up behind it and shouts--

"HEY! WHOSE THINGY IS THIS?"

Comments

[onteamdyson]

"Excuse the shit outta you, Miller!" She shoves his shoulder, more playful than actually trying to destroy him for that comment, "The army has shovels. We have guns. Well. Okay, I have knives. And a ninja sword. Had." Past tense.

"Weed's not legal everywhere! And none of the other shit is! You think we're all just drinking maple syrup in our igloos, letting our pet beavers out to piss on the neighbour's snowbank and then say sorry a lot?" STEREOTYPES! STEREOTYPES EVERYWHERE! So vicious. Shows what this Brit knows about the overseas country that has his queen on their money.

The playful vibe dissipates and they're left tense and silent again. He asks a question that she answers with only the slightest delay. "SHIELD. It's... they're not government so it's okay if you've never heard of them." That part is true! Actually not lying! It's the whole... being a member thing. The agent aspect. She doesn't work for those guys. Brock does. So does Steve! Bucky... works with Steve, so technically?

"Is James Bond a real dude? Are you guys keeping him in a glass display case like Lenin, only ... British?"

[notblayde]

"An army! Canada!" He snickers and butts away her shoulder with his own, but is seriously impressed with her answer. "A katana? No kidding?" The way he's eyeing her is DEFINITELY not curious, casual attraction. That was absolutely killed back in the salon when she shot him down. Totally.

"SHIELD?" he repeats, an eyebrow arching curiously up. "Sounds like something from a comic book." But he's not... Denying it. He knows agencies can have ridiculous names, he's heard some of the mission names and field calls back in his day. His day? God, no. Not even. Stop that. "What does SHIELD do?" It's not pressing or accusatory, just curious.

Unlike her question, which definitely isn't a real question.

"That's classified."

[onteamdyson]

"Pawn shop's finest. The best sixty bucks can buy." She misses that sword. It was AWESOME! Farewell, Geraldine. We hardly knew ye. He sounds like he digs it, though. Why that particular fact makes Kenzi smirk and straighten up a little is a MYSTERY because she definitely isn't attracted to him either. She's got a ring on her finger! She's sleeping with a totally ripped, seriously in shape dude that cooks for her on the daily! That's real. This is... fabricated. Whatever attraction, NOT THAT THERE IS ANY, is just what they put in her head. It's got nothing to do with his blue eyes or his weird, noodle-like body. Definitely not the accent.

"Yeah, well. We're just that cool." Um. Excuse you. She was two seconds away from making up some awesome alternative facts about the organization she is very much not a part of until Matt cockblocks her Bond inquiry. "Huh. What a coincidence. It's also classified. Need to know basis. You don't need to know."

It's not like she totally has zero idea what she's talking about or anything. Can you introduce her to your boss, Judi Dench?

"Look... no one's supposed to know about the lack of surveillance spy bullshit in here, so we only have a few more minutes. Is there anything else you need to know that we can't talk about out there? Also how good is your acting?"

[notblayde]

A $60 katana? Alright. She either has the most incredible luck or it couldn't have been that good of a sword. Then again, you can find some incredible things at pawn shops and she does seem the crafty type... "Shame you don't have it here. I'd love to see it."

... She has him there. Tit for tat and he can't even argue, just grin and nod in acknowledgement of being matched. He'd come out with it and give a proper answer, if only to get information, but she comes out with a good point.

"My acting?" Matt repeats, but he already has some clue where she's going with it. They need an alibi, some reason to have a rendezvous away from prying eyes. Two exes, suddenly reunited under sudden, stressful circumstances...

"How deep in is your er... Husband?" Look, he doesn't want to get the shit beaten out of him for the sake of research.

[onteamdyson]

He's a smart guy. Quick on the uptake. She can respect that. Actually, she does respect that. Someone that can follow along with her crazy schemes and weird ideas and idiotic theories. She grins right back at him, staring into his eyes for just a little too long.

Until he says husband. The bubble has BURST! Moment over.

"He's, um... I mean he's in pretty deep." Ha. In more ways than one. Damn. "He knows this is fake. Fuck, even our fake marriage is fake." Wait, that needs more explanation. "It's supposed to be a green card marriage. Not a real one. So basically none of it's real, but I still thought--..."

She liked him. Loved him? She's not sure anymore. Not with what Steve told her. She's not sure who to trust and she may literally be sleeping with the enemy.

"He won't find out. We just gotta make it look good for the camera. There's a lot of things I don't tell Brock."

[notblayde]

She stares into his eyes for so long, he starts to wonder if she wants to method act. Something deep inside his mind suggests that he wouldn't mind the idea, something else tickling inside of his chest like a suggestion to go ahead. But it's fake. She looks away, she says the word, and he remembers and squashes that stupid thought.

There's not much he can say to it - To how she reacts, to how she cuts off and chokes. It's uncomfortable, all of it. The weird bubble that sits in his chest at the thought of it all being fake - Hope for something to happen? No. His feelings aren't even real. Worry for her? But he doesn't even know her. And she seems to have something for her spouse, doesn't she? Matt takes a deep breath - Tries to push all the conflict from his head.

She's an ally. Someone stuck in the same bizarre hostage situation as him, suffering from implanted memories like he is. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I'm sure there are," He mumbles as he ruffles his hands through his hair, messing it up. "How far did we go, hm? Impassioned reunion, 'oh Mr. Miller, I can't, it's not like that now?" The laughter behind his voice is choked back as he messes up his clothes and reaches into his pocket for his lipstick.

[onteamdyson]

That's the thing with feelings. Even if they're not real, they feel really real. Really, really real. Her fingers clutch at the bedding so tight that her knuckles turn white before she finally releases her grip, only to do it all over again seconds later. There's so much to sort through. It's a mess inside her head and she feels like she's drowning. Her heart hurts. Like she did something wrong without having done anything at all.

When she closes her eyes, she can still see Matt's face. Closer, a different expression, and his hands--

Again, he pulls her from her thoughts and she plasters a smile on before she realizes what he's saying. Shit. He's funny. Is he always this funny? Dammit. Is he always this tall and within reach and wearing makeup?

"I would never call you mister Miller. Like, literally never in a million years." Meme or not, he isn't a mister anything. "I'm gonna say... this was probably enough time for super hot and heavy reunion makeouts but then I got totes ashamed of my life choices and kicked you to the curb."

It's better if they don't hang out. It's better if she just cuts him off completely right now and never sees him again. But like hell is that gonna happen. She already wants to be around him more, get to know him. See if he matches up with the new memories in her head or if he's something else entirely. She fell for it once already, she's not going to be played again. He'll stay at arms length... but she's not going to stay away.