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I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth

WHO: THE SENTRY and THOR
WHERE: RUSSIA.
WHEN: Late at night.
WARNINGS: Idk feel free to aVOID this one.
SUMMARY: While conspiracy theorists rave on about what was behind that attack on a Russian cityblock, one Golden Guardian and another Golden-haired God fly over just to alleviate anxiety.
FORMAT: whatevah

Bob's feet landed on a rooftop lightly, barely perceptible in the pitch darkness of the evening. The block was not completely reconstructed and there was no electricity yet to expose his presence there.

Russia. He wasn't sure why he'd come, or why he'd come tonight, but more and more his thoughts had been drifting. He'd seen rippling darkness, violent red storm clouds, heard Russian voices over the sound of still darkness. He didn't know what it meant, exactly (or he didn't want to) but here he was, all the same.

Feeling unsettled, Bob rose back into the air again, the wind lightly rippling through his cape and his hair.

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The mansion's main television had been on a 24-hour-news channel, but Thor had been ignoring it - it was a stream of noise about politics, for the most part - until St. Petersburg came up. "Some people here in Russia believe it was done by aliens," a reporter explained, making her way through the construction site, "some believe it was a covert attack by the another country, and some," she stopped dramatically in front of the camera, "are asking if the two are mutually exclusive." Abruptly, a picture of the Porter building.

The mansion was empty, so Thor had no one to tell he was leaving, and he was glad for that. He would have had to say why.

On his way over the sea past Finland he met a thunderstorm, and decided to take it with him. He didn't want to alarm anyone, and the clouds and the rain would hide him. He slowed a little, but he was much faster than a natural storm: thunderclouds tore through the sky in his wake, pouring down on an unsuspecting countryside too quickly to fell a single tree, until they hit St. Petersburg and hovered there; but Thor thought, as he set down on the tallest building outside the wreckage, that this was still best. The people would largely be asleep, and he was just a shadow in the rain.

Edited 2011-07-08 20:36 (UTC)

The weather is what Bob noticed first. He didn't think anything of the sudden onset of fevered raindrops falling, pattering his cape as they picked up speed, but the thunder created another prickle of tension in his chest.

He turned, eyes widening behind his wet bangs.

"No," he said, quietly at first. His eyes flared bright suddenly, two lamplights that were the only things that distinguished him from the darkness and rain around him. He flew closer, though still kept a distance of thirty feet or so between himself and the other obscured figure among the clouds.

"You're not supposed to be here," said Bob again, hoping his voice was stern. He couldn't face him here, not yet. He hadn't been prepared. "You can't, this wasn't--" He turned abruptly and barreled further toward the sky, putting more space between them.

At first Thor had thought it was the man who had destroyed the block, but even through the sound of the storm he recognized that voice: it was the Sentry; and the fates, he thought, take pity on the people of the world if the two were the same. He swung Mjolnir and hurtled after him.

Eyes widening, Bob hurtled faster into the air, swerving away from St. Petersberg toward the sea. It was right behind him, and try as he might he couldn't help but leave behind a road of golden as he flew.

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, swerving again. "You're not part of me! Stop it! Go away! I won't let you destroy anything else!"

Yet, he still zoomed upward into cloud cover, illuminating them briefly.

The Sentry was fast, and the distance between them wasn't getting any smaller. The clouds rolled back before them. They would do nothing to slow the Sentry, and Thor needed what light the moon could give, and he needed to be heard. "Robert!"

Suddenly Bob dived lower toward the sea, until he flying only feet above the water. He cast a fearful look upward.

"What do you want?"

If it couldn't be called suspicious behavior, it was certainly strange. Thor said nothing until he was close enough to be heard easily over the waves. "Why do you flee?"

"Because you're--!" Bob took a breath inward, catching his breath before he realized he was speaking to a voice he recognized. He turned, looking at Thor over his shoulder.

"Thor?"

"Aye." Thor slowed, plainly wary. "Why do you return to Russia?"

"Because I had--" I had a dream about it. "I wanted to see if there were any answers. About what happened..." he said, after a long hesitation. "Why are you here, Thor?"

"The same," Thor admitted. It was difficult to fault him for that, but there was another unanswered question, one he hesitated to ask. "Come, we'll speak on land." He turned and flew back toward the shore.

Edited 2011-07-12 19:16 (UTC)

Bob nodded, waiting in the air for a moment before he flew after Thor, landing where the water met the ground. He shook his hair free of water like a dog would, then wrung out his cape between his hands.

"What is it?"

Thor frowned at that. How could he not know?

"You fled from me as though from death's own touch. Why? Who did you think me?"

"I wasn't sure. It was too dark to see, you could have been..." Bob hesitated for a moment, letting go of his cape. "Anyone."

The last of the storm was moving again. A curtain of rain swept over them.

Thor stepped closer, feeling keenly the muddy earth, the slither of wet grass, the weight of uncertainty. So many things rested on the truth, but the Sentry's eyes held nothing but an inscrutable glow.

"Robert." He laid a hand on his shoulder. The Sentry - Robert Reynolds, for that matter - was his friend, he believed that; and no matter how terrible his answer, he would help him. Somehow. "Are you certain?"

It took several moments before Bob tried to look at Thor, let alone meet his eyes. When he tilted his head up finally his hair fell into his face, guarding his expression. The glow in his eyes faded.

"Of -- no, I'm--" He looked away. "Certain of what?"

"This story you tell," Thor said, tilting his head to follow the Sentry's eyes. "Is there nothing more you would say?"

He turned up his head, looking at Thor and hoping that his expression didn't betray his fear.

"Do you think I'd be here for another reason?"

"Aye." It came without hesitation. "Would that I could think of none." He paused. "Can you swear to me that nothing is amiss, and all you say is true?"

Bob drew back, turning his body away. When he finally spoke, his voice took on a nervous lilt that he couldn't extinguish: "I don't know, I can't... I didn't do anything that I remember."

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I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth

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