[ Don't worry, Jack. Not a single person is more uncomfortable with his power than he is. Nobody on the goddamn planet. What he's done with it — which isn't a lot — has been at the request of others, and only for situations that really mattered. Qi's repressed memories, Natasha's haunting her to the point of exhaustion. The latter was bordering fatal considering it was happening during a goddamn monster apocalypse.
He doesn't count the monsters. That's a whole nother thing.
He's used it. He's getting used to it.
But he still doesn't like it.
It's not gonna do him any good here anyway. Fortunately, it's kind of one of his least useful skills. He slips his rifle off of his shoulders and onto the ground so he can demonstrate a far better one: running up the thing's back like goddamn Legolas on an Oliphaunt.
You'd think a two hundred pound man with a bulky metal arm wearing boots would move with clunky, heavy aggression. Nope, not this light footed ballerina looking asshole. He ascends rubbery, malleable flesh with minimal impact, then thrusts a metal hand down deep into the muscle at the base of its illicium.
To say the thing is not stoked would be an understatement. Who knew fish could scream? ]
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He doesn't count the monsters. That's a whole nother thing.
He's used it. He's getting used to it.
But he still doesn't like it.
It's not gonna do him any good here anyway. Fortunately, it's kind of one of his least useful skills. He slips his rifle off of his shoulders and onto the ground so he can demonstrate a far better one: running up the thing's back like goddamn Legolas on an Oliphaunt.
You'd think a two hundred pound man with a bulky metal arm wearing boots would move with clunky, heavy aggression. Nope, not this light footed ballerina looking asshole. He ascends rubbery, malleable flesh with minimal impact, then thrusts a metal hand down deep into the muscle at the base of its illicium.
To say the thing is not stoked would be an understatement. Who knew fish could scream? ]