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     Everything within her, her instincts and impulses, tells her to attack the buttons, to play. - And yet, she’s reminded of a time in Oklahoma, with her father. And she refrains. 

     She also refrains from speaking. Instead, she removes her knapsack from her shoulder, unzips the side, and retrieves her father’s figurine ( that she’d stolen from her friend, Bobby ). The Wolverine.  There he is, in all his plastic glory, though a bit dirty due to dessert sands. Next, she tugs at the dog tags she had hiding beneath her shirt collar, and without removing them, she dangles them for his sight, but quickly tugs them away as if he’s about to take them from her. Lau shoves them back down, hidden behind fabric of her shirt where she feels they’re safe, closer to her heart. 

     She’s going to do as best she can, conveying the news without verbal verification, merely because she feels uncomfortable, uncertain as to whether or not she can honestly trust him, what with the likes of HYDRA in cahoots with her creators at Transigen. If need be, she has her file within the same bag, her identification as well as Logan’s wallet. 

what follows is a bit hard to comprehend, for it’s so very outlandish and impossible. of course tony’s heard of the x-men through s.h.i.e.l.d., but he’d never troubled himself with that side of the group. after all, he has the avengers to watch after… or had the avengers to watch after. admittedly, and rather sadly, it takes a few, long seconds for what the SILENT individual is trying to say to sink in, but once it does he’s left speechless even further. the dog tag she’d snatched away before he could look closely, the comic — but how? as far as he’d been made aware, mutants had started to —— DIE. awhile ago by now, though no one knew completely why ( or so they claimed ).

❛ your old man is the wolverine? how the hell is that possible? ❜   of course tony’s curious and skeptical, very little tangible proof put forth at this point, but convincing proof nonetheless. it’s his own uncertainties that keep him hesitant to trust the small child, though the elevator comes to a stop at a floor only for a small group of employees to stare at the duo before assuring him they’ll take the next one. giving a small yet taut nod of thanks, he’s looking back to her.   ❛ take us to the top, f.r.i.d.a.y. ❜   the a.i. is always there when he’s around, the lift now carrying them to the highest floor that very few actually have clearance to. not once does his gaze leave hers.   ❛ i don’t care how you do it, but you’re telling me everything. — and you’re telling me why my name was written on that paper. ❜