04-08-2016, 10:57 PM
"Show off" Red said, chuckling as he watched his friend fly over them. His smile grew wider seeing that he had a shocked Revan grasping tightly too Thor.
"Kind of a ladies man isn't he?" Chuckling again.
The path began to even out for Frost and Red, in the not so far off distance the sounds of the other primes moving about drifted towards them. Tents and small campfires littered the area.
At least we will have a place to sleep Red thought. With out realizing it his hand had been brushing Frost's, who now was looking at him with her icy stare. Red was glad he was wearing his helmet or else his name would be Red Hood due to the shade his face now was.
"So Frost, tell me more about yourself" Red said, trying to take the attention off of the awkward moment. Frost raised her brow skeptically at Red.
"Uh you know just figured since we are going to be fighting together, wouldn't hurt" Red said, stammering as he spit the words out.
What the hell is wrong with me? Red thought angrily at himself. Usually he had no problem talking to women, mostly because he didn't care. But that icy stare that Frost gave off seemed to pierce through him, as if he wasn't wearing his masks at all.
"Kind of a ladies man isn't he?" Chuckling again.
The path began to even out for Frost and Red, in the not so far off distance the sounds of the other primes moving about drifted towards them. Tents and small campfires littered the area.
At least we will have a place to sleep Red thought. With out realizing it his hand had been brushing Frost's, who now was looking at him with her icy stare. Red was glad he was wearing his helmet or else his name would be Red Hood due to the shade his face now was.
"So Frost, tell me more about yourself" Red said, trying to take the attention off of the awkward moment. Frost raised her brow skeptically at Red.
"Uh you know just figured since we are going to be fighting together, wouldn't hurt" Red said, stammering as he spit the words out.
What the hell is wrong with me? Red thought angrily at himself. Usually he had no problem talking to women, mostly because he didn't care. But that icy stare that Frost gave off seemed to pierce through him, as if he wasn't wearing his masks at all.
You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.