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Adventuring in Space

WHO: Cloud Strife, Everyone on board the Twin Roses (Tommy, Wanda, Sansa, Soldier), Anyone coming over to visit them!
WHERE: Twin Roses, network, any other ship if needed, where ever everyone else is,
WHAT: Space flying, whatever everyone wants to do, have fun
WHEN: During the space event and going off planet!
WARNINGS: No warnings so far...

Cloud made sure to nab someone that had the pilot datapoint to chart their ship to where they needed to go. He felt a little guilty in switching datapoints but the security one might be more useful. They didn't know what they could be heading towards and fighting might have to happen. He could protect the people on the ship. For now he's wandering around the ship trying to get used to being in space. It's different and he's not sure how he overall feels about it just yet. He knew that Cid would be losing his mind about even being in space. Cloud kept quiet as he glances out a window into the view of space. The reality of the feeling seemed weird. Maybe it would sink in a bit more as he stood there.

Cloud could be doing something on the ship, a chore, anything. But instead he's being quiet, mostly observing, looking around in spots of the ship that maybe he shouldn't be venturing into. Do you need him for something?

He might be in the recreation room using the treadmill early thinking that no one is around. Cloud will get off and start doing squats as part of a routine exercise. Doesn't matter who joins him here people of the crew or even visitors can sneak up on him.

The dining area is the last place he'll before turning in during the evening hours.

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Steve looks down but doesn't have long to really dwell on his own broken heart. Tommy keeps talking and Steve knows he's on borrowed time before the kid runs away.

"Hey. I just said, I wasn't here for really anything. But we ran into each other now and I do want to talk with you. I have for awhile."

He exhales guiltily.

"I should have sought you out before. I'm sorry."

Have for a while. Which is why Steve had basically been Persona Incognito since being in Tommy’s mind. He doesn’t buy it.

“Don’t apologize, dude. My trouble is a lot of bullshit for people to put up with. So stop pretending I do anything but make you uncomfortable.”

"Hey!" Steve reaches out to hold Tommy's shoulder before remembering and letting it go. Still, he moves a little closer and tries to put into his voice all the sincerity he has. "Hey, Tommy. That is not what happened. You do not just make me uncomfortable, okay? I care about you. And I care about what I saw."

He steps back a little and gives Tommy space. This is his trauma that Steve was exposed to. It wasn't his choice and Steve wasn't going to force him into discussing it.

"I want to talk about it with you. Not if it hurts you or if you don't want to. But...if you can, I want to talk about what I saw.

"I want to help."

Help? Tommy glares at that word more than the unwelcome touch. Who the fuck did Cap think he was? What did he think he was going to do?

“You don’t know me. And there isn’t helping. You can’t fix the fucking past!”

Not even Billy could do that.

"You're right," he keeps his voice even but louder so Tommy can definitely hear. "You're right, you can't fix the past.

"And you can't change it or protect it or ignore it because it will always be there, Tommy. Our mistakes and our triumphs are the ground we're built on. I don't have the history you do but I know what it's like to bury something that hurts, hoping that kills it."

He tries to reach for Tommy again, broadcasting the movement so he can avoid it easily.

"Nothing kills it. The only thing to do is make peace. I want to help however I can with that."

In a way it was amusing that Cap thought he needed to broadcast his movements. There was no way he could ever move fast enough for Tommy to not avoid, not even at this range.

But he lets Steve touch him. Because it might get the guy to shut up sooner. And when he’s done Tommy just shakes his head.

“There’s no peace, Rogers, when your life is a war zone. You don’t know anything about this. About them or what they did. What anyone did. And you can’t. You’re captain fucking America. Everyone fucking loves you. Everyone fucking wants you. There is no way a guy like you knows how to help this shit. Time. Time buries everything. And for me there is more time than you can imagine.”

"Yeah. Everyone wants Captain America. People don't usually care as much about Steve Rogers."

It's not the same but it runs along a similar road. Steve gives his arm a light squeeze.

"I was never abused. You're right. I don't know anything about a parent doing to their child what yours did to you. It was evil and it was wrong and you weren't to blame for that. I saw it and you didn't do a damn thing to deserve what they did to you. But I didn't live it and I don't know what that's like.

But what I do know, too well, is that time buries nothing. You'll be waiting until the end of the universe for it to stop hurting if you don't look it in the eye."

“You saw two moment. You don’t know that I didn’t deserve it!” Tommy snaps, three steps back in the blink of an eye. And at the same time he slashed his hand through the air, which is accompanied by the walls around them shaking, just a little.

The anger had shoved power through the air, just a little. But his explosions aren’t available to him, so happy news.

“My soul comes from a fucking DEMON. Don’t tell me I don’t deserve this.”

"You were a child," Steve argues back. "You were a child! There is nothing you could have done to deserve being starved and punched, Tommy! Nothing. They were wrong."

He isn't afraid. Tommy doesn't scare him. He steps closer, hands up and empty.

"It doesn't matter where your soul comes from. It matters what you do with it. And there is nothing that I have seen you do that makes me think you're anything but a good person trying to do the right thing. Just like all of us."

Stop having faith in him. Tommy hates it. Steve doesn’t even know anything about all of this.

“I blew up my school.”

There. That should get this sanctimonious asshole off his back.

[ There is more to the story than just that. Steve knows there has to be. ]

Why? Was it intentional?

Why the fuck does everyone ask that? Tommy glowers at the other. How dare he?

“Sure as fuck went to jail for it. Super juvie is fun. They try and turn you into a weapon for assassinations.”

"I didn't ask if you were convicted for it. I asked why you did it. And if you meant to."

Geez, the guy wasn’t ever going to understand.

“Because I make explosions. It’s what I do. Fast, and manipulating molecular structures.”

Still not an answer, right?

"That is what you can do. And what your powers allow you to do. That's not all you do. Really, I would say it's what your powers do to you until you're able to actually control it."

Steve wants to know the facts of this event and he's not going to stop until he does.

"Were you able to control it, then? Did you intentionally blow up that school?"

Dammit he’s so fucking annoying. Tommy glares, and he wishes there was a point to swinging at the man. But Steve could actually take it.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy snaps, hands fisting at his side. “Someone tells you they blow up a building and injure people and kill a guy and you care why? Why doesn’t fucking matter!”

Fucking asshole.

"Why is the only thing that matters!"

Steve gives Tommy the space he needs, clearly, but doesn't back off.

"There is a difference between an abused boy with no support losing control in an accident and someone calculating an attack in order to murder people.

"You talked about your soul? Your soul is the why. Actions alone mean nothing in a vacuum. They tell you nothing. Who you are and what you want to be is all in the why."

Why do people do this? Why do they talk to him? Tommy wants to run. There is nowhere to run here.

“You... missed the memory. In the calibrations room. It was chem class. It... I didn’t know I could do it.”

It had actually been an accident. The powers triggering in the worst place and time.

Steve suspected. He doesn't say anything at first. Just nods and lets Tommy have a second. His voice is soft and conciliatory when it comes.

"Would you have done it, if you had known?"

Would he have done it? Tommy looks down at his hands.

“I killed a kid that day. No. I wouldn’t have done that.”

Steve takes the steps forward he didn't take before and rests his hands on Tommy's shoulders, light as he can.

"Then why are you blaming yourself for it? It wasn't your fault, Tommy. If you could have controlled yourself, you wouldn't have done it at all. It's not your fault you weren't given what you needed to understand what was happening to you. It's not your fault that you were handed to people who abused you. And I don't give a damn where your soul is from. When it got to you, it became yours. And you're doing great things with it."

Tommy laughs bitterly and backs away from that touch. He won’t accept that touch.

“You don’t know me Cap. Maybe that is who I was, but I’m more like Bucky.”

A weapon. One that holds himself back. Because he’s been told that he would lose everything if he did. The only reason more aren’t dead at his hands was because of his team.

"Used? Abused? Turned into a weapon and struggling to come back and to own his own body once more? His own destiny? Yeah, I would say there are some common threads, there."

He drops his hands but doesn't move back. He wants Tommy to know he isn't scared. Will never be scared of him.

He trusts him.

That’s stupid. So fucking stupid. He should be afraid.

“You... I could probably kill you. You should be afraid of me.”

"You probably could." He doesn't doubt it. The explosion sounds dangerous and Steve isn't sure if he would walk away from it. "But I know you won't. I know you would never kill someone if you had a choice.

"I trust you, Tommy."

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