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[doeswhathewants]

[Serrure's Starkphone is balanced on the ledge of a building, filming him in profile as he leans over that ledge, elbows on the concrete top. Lemons are piled near waist high next to him. One is in his hand.] When life gives you lemons-

[He turns to the camera and grins, then chucks the lemon in his hand down at some unsuspecting person below.]-toss them off of a very tall building at people.

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[doeswhathewants]

Why? I've found better forces to hide behind.

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[worldofourown]

'Better' is a matter of perspective.

[ With Saya - and her special blood - gone, it's not like anything can kill him. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

Is it? No. I think not. Heroes always triumph, trust me.

[He's confident that Thor could at least fight this guy to a standstill, even if Serrure has to play up the emotional connection that the Norse god obviously has with Serrure's resemblance to his brother. And there's Coulson, Serrure's fairly certain he can be a big help.]

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[worldofourown]

Such idealism.

But you are only a child.

[ He's made enemies since his first day in the City. And he's survived so far. Adding more to the list doesn't phase him. If anything, it's like being back home. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

A cold hard fact where I am from.

Why do you enjoy the pain and fear of others, Karl? Did someone hurt you when you could not protect yourself?

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[worldofourown]

What a fairytale world you live in. No wonder Repunzel likes you.

...Aspiring to be a therapist when you grow up?

[ Yes. Someone did hurt him. Pre-Chiropteran Karl was the biggest Moe imaginable. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

What are your intentions with her? She isn't the sort of person that should be harmed.

Not at all, you are simply an easy read. [The most blase look ever though inside he's pretty sure he hit a bulls eye.] Someone took away your power and now you seek to destroy that memory by taking away the power of others? How cliche.

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[worldofourown]

Touching.

Not that my intentions are your concern.

[ A snort. ]

...Do try not to prattle about healing my supposed wounds with 'patience' and 'understanding'. The power of friendship, maybe.

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[doeswhathewants]

Healing. [He laughs.] Oh no, it is far too late for you to heal.

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[worldofourown]

[ He agrees. ]

Perhaps with some of your magic blood, I can hope to.

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[doeswhathewants]

Not even if you asked nicely.

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[worldofourown]

[ He wasn't planning on asking. ]

At least you agree that your blood is magical.

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[doeswhathewants]

I agree that you think it is. But as we both know, your thoughts and perceptions are... skewed.

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[worldofourown]

Not in this instance.

[ Idly. Almost to himself: ]

Who were your parents, I wonder...?

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[doeswhathewants]

The Queen of France and a Gypsy Prince, of course.

In all instances.

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[worldofourown]

Of course.

...Whatever helps you sleep better at night, little man.

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[doeswhathewants]

I sleep the sleep of the truly innocent.

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[worldofourown]

I know.

[ A rather unhealthy gleam in his eyes. ]

Fetchingly innocent.

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[doeswhathewants]

Are you ever not trying to be a creepster?

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[worldofourown]

Is that a trick question~?

[ It's his default mode. Alas. ]

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[doeswhathewants]

No?

Perhaps you should refine your etiquette. Take a few classes.

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[worldofourown]

Says the boy dropping lemons from a rooftop.

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[doeswhathewants]

That is how you know you are in dire need of said lessons.

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[worldofourown]

Pft.

When you graduate to higher levels of fun, we'll talk of lessons.

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[doeswhathewants]

What, like perving on children? No, thank you.

[HAHA his old self and Karl probably would have gotten along.]