A Break in the Weather

[stands_for_something]

There's an old man sitting at a table in the Forum, reading his way through a pile of mail and enjoying one of the first balmy days this part of the Nexus has had in a while. To all appearances, the letters are a series of magazine-publisher sweepstakes entry forms, if anyone feels like reading over his shoulder.

Setting one down, he sighs, then looks up and turns a question toward whomever might be around and inclined to talk. "Does anyone have a story of a particularly satisfying way they quit a job? Or if you're management, a satisfying way you dealt with a problem employee?"

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[brave_heart_verity]

She'll tuck it back into her wallet, which goes back into her bag. Girls and their lack of pockets, right? "Not really. I mean, having the documentation helped me prove to people that I could do what I said I could do, but other than that, it was all on me. Which I didn't mind, I had some pretty specific requirements. But the curse is extremely marketable, I didn't need help. There were other people who could have used it more."

[stands_for_something]

Maybe that's why '90s heroes had so many pouches.

"Ah. Were you able to find a job you liked, at least?"

[brave_heart_verity]

It all begins to make sense.

"It was okay. My boss was pretty nice, and the work wasn't horrible. I got to work from home and could afford a nice place in a safe neighborhood. I didn't have much to complain about." Except the pain. Always, always the pain, and the isolation, and... nothing important.

[stands_for_something]

"You make it sound nice," he observes gently, "but that's not the face of job satisfaction." It's important to him. It will always be important to him.

[brave_heart_verity]

She sighs, looking down and trying not to fidget too much while she thinks.

"My job was to verify whether people answering surveys were being honest. It wasn't Tracy's fault that it hurt. It wasn't Mister Stark's or yours or mine or anyone's really. It doesn't seem useful to complain when there's nothing to be done about it." And gods know he's got better things to worry about.

[stands_for_something]

Gramptain rests a hand gently on one of hers. "Sometimes it helps just to talk; to know someone else understands how you feel, even if there's not much they can do. You don't have to go it alone."

[brave_heart_verity]

The touch is a surprise. Maybe it shouldn't be; he's basically the nicest person ever born. But still. She's surprised, and then she's smiling. "You keep coming here to relax and I keep screwing that up. I wanted to help you this time."

[stands_for_something]

"Who says you're screwing it up?" he counters amiably. "I feel better, being able to give someone a moment's comfort."

[brave_heart_verity]

"I... uh." She has no good counter for that.

This is a rare moment in her life; treasure it, Gramptain.

"How are you so perfect?" The question comes out without her entirely meaning to ask it out loud. "Because. Um. You're just. You're so nice."

[stands_for_something]

Verity's question surprises a laugh out of Gramptain, and he smiles. "I'm not perfect; I've got my faults, like anyone. But I've got good intentions, I care about as much as I can, and I make sure to follow through. It's not a bad way to start."

[brave_heart_verity]

Excuse her now she needs to blush until she melts into the ground.

"It's a better place to stop than most people I know." But then, thinking about the people she knows...

[stands_for_something]

"I was never much one for stopping," he admits.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Which is lucky for the rest of us, but..." She trails off, because it's really not her business. Not even a little.

[stands_for_something]

"But?"

[brave_heart_verity]

She shouldn't make faces like that, they might stick.

"Don't you get tired?"

[stands_for_something]

"Everyone gets tired," he admits, albeit indirectly. "Sometimes, you rest while you can, sometimes you just have to push through."

[brave_heart_verity]

He knows she can see what he did there, right?

Does he know how hard she's fighting the instinct to give him a look?

"I don't think anyone would blame you if you wanted to retire." Instead of doing paperwork. Lookin' at you, solar energy solicitation.

[stands_for_something]

He admitted it.

He chuckles. "I did say I wasn't good at stopping, didn't I? SHIELD's gone in some unfortunate directions under the past couple directors. It needs someone to bring it back into line. Someone who's willing to let go of power they shouldn't have, and yes, I appreciate the irony of doing that instead of retiring."

[brave_heart_verity]

Kinda.

He's got her smiling again, so if that was a goal, mission accomplished. "So long as you appreciate it."

She glances at the paperwork again, then gives him a curious look. "Just to satisfy my curiosity... what would I have to do to get the clearance necessary to help you?" No promises, and he can imagine what kind of sacrifice dealing with SHIELD would be on her behalf. But.

[stands_for_something]

"Hard not to." A smiling Verity is a good thing, and Gramptain will take it at any opportunity.

"You'd need to work for SHIELD. Analysis branch, tier six would be the earliest you could see this stuff. Your talent might get you fast-tracked, but I understand it's less than pleasant for you to do that kind of work."

[brave_heart_verity]

Oh, it's so easy to not appreciate things. She's an excellent object lesson on that subject. But she loves that he doesn't care.

"Mm. And there's already a Verity Willis in your world. That could get complicated."

[stands_for_something]

Impressive that his caring and not-caring both seem to make her so happy in such a short span of time.

"In our business, alternate-universe duplicates aren't all that strange," he points out. "It does complicate the vetting process somewhat."

[brave_heart_verity]

Anyone who ever told him she's straight-forward and noncontradictory was lying.

"Your business. I haven't signed up yet," she reminds him. "Do you have a vetting process for that kind of thing?"

[stands_for_something]

"With what you did for Clint, you at least dabble in the world-saving business," he points out mildly.

"For you, it'd probably be a series of thorough interviews, with an empath sitting in for some of them."

[brave_heart_verity]

"That was a one-time partial success." She kind of deflates, thinking about it. As introductions to the heroing lifestyle go, it's a lousy one.

"An empath?"