We'd be memorable. [Wally shoves the last of his fifth (sixth?) candy bar into his mouth, petting Springsteen on the head where he's laid it on Wally's knee.] Hey, get your cast over here. I still have to draw something on it. [no dicks and boobs though which honestly just sucks the fun out of everything] Maybe I'll put a huge recruiting ad on it. You can be our first billboard.
We need to agree on what we're labeling ourselves in order to do some kind of recruiting strategy. [Still, she shuffles over and extends her arm. After a little of angling, she bares the underside of her arm, since Loki did a number on a good deal of the rest of it.]
And this might not be the best place for a billboard. It's like a highway that no one ever travels.
[ There was definitely an argument about the Daredeviling. And she may or may not have torn the house apart looking for any hint of where he might have gone, so... ]
His stupid costume's here.
[ Her voice comes partially muffled, like she has a hand to her face. ]
"It is pretty stupid, huh?" is the insensitive one, and she thinks it, but doesn't go with it. (It's not that stupid, but it feels easier than confirming their loss.)
The other thing is "it's stupid and he has a spare. Probably." But she doesn't know that. Lil would have a better idea than her.
So, she goes for something else. She goes for something she's seen Kanaya explain to others, even if Kate doesn't like to float on this shred of hope.]
I once saw someone explaining that we can tell if someone's on their way back. That while they don't get messages, they can still show up as being "one" of us. I've never really tested it here, but ...
[ There's this pause on the other end. Like Lil is trying to decide if she's going to throw the coffee table out the window or just stand there and scream -- whatever it takes to loosen the impossibly tight knot in her gut. Last time she'd lost someone important, she'd gone to Matt. Now that he isn't here, she has nowhere to run, no one to take it out on. But what she won't do is cry, not on the phone with Kate.
So she lets out an unsteady exhale in a most remarkable show of self-control, which is probably less due to actual self-restraint and more because she hasn't fully processed this yet. ]
Wha, like ah tea na'e? [Wally asks with a pen cap between his teeth. What is the dealio with team names? Their team doesn't have a name back home and they operate just fine. ...he's drawing hearts around his signature ok]
I don't know if it's legitimate. When Loki's taken off, we were still able to send messages, but who knows. It's ... [She shrugs vaguely, even if Lil can't actually see that.]
Sorry. These things don't get easier.
[And as she looks around the office, she's really thinking of how it's not easy for her, either. Her and Matt, they had a system. They had it worked out.
Now she's a little at a loss. But she can barely focus on that, and in a way, the fact that she's talking to Lil is making that easier (or harder, depending on the perspective).]
[ Mentally, she's telling herself she's been through things a hundred times worse than this -- the concentration camps, the experiments -- but none of that feels more painful, and it isn't much of a comfort. ]
Kate -- [ But she will not. Flip her shit. On the phone. ] Hon, I'm gonna need t'call y'back.
Why do we even need a name? Why don't we just say we're a superhero team or group or something. Do we have to register it for taxes or something? [Wally caps the pen and leans back to examine his work. Beautiful. He took up so much room.]
We'll need funding to do the things we want to do. That we don't have a name to go along with our organization might not help. I mean, we are talking something bigger than just a stateside team. We need to look organized and together. What if the team you have back home tried what they were doing, but had no official stance, no way of trying to sign the dotted line? [Given what he's told her, Kate thinks she has a point here. She even waits to check out her arm.
The team I was on back home was kind of under Justice League jurisdiction. [Wally dumps the pens into the shopping bag and plucks out the Twizzlers.] And I don't know how the League did that stuff.
[Partially because it was all very secret but mostly because he never cared about the bank stuff before so he didn't spare it any thought.]
Soooo, that might be why you just want to run it on our own. You don't know where we should begin, right? [She's asking to be clear. There are further questions, but she needs this one answered first.]
Grahhhhh I dunno. [Wally scrubs his hands through his hair, Twizzler rope between his teeth.] I just feel like such a loser, waiting for the okay from grownups to get something done. God, and I just said 'grownups' unironically like I'm five!
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