It has been a while -Evie-

[Martin Pratt]

The guy was dressed to work out. He wasn't on duty, so his stuffy uniform was folded on top of his bag. He had his running shoes on his feet and some dark basketball shorts on. He hadn't trained this way in a long time, however. Dotted about the training field were wooden dummies meant for his training. They weren't in any real order but the exercise was for him to destroy them all and not get winded (or tired.)

He drew in a deep breath, working on keeping his heart steady then he ran for the first one, arms pumped by his side and his feet dug into the ground. It was almost like being back in the desert. His flac digging into his hips, his kevlar pushing a dent in his forehead, his pack weighing him down. He was missing the rifle in his hands, but that didn't really register in his trained brain. He was looking at some inanimate enemies and they needed to be destroyed.

As he arrived at the first one, he skidded to a stop beside it and opened his mouth. Now usually when he used his power, a hiss escaped along with it, but he was moto--motivated--so he roared along with it. The clear liquid (almost like saliva) shot up his throat and out his mouth like a hose not turned on all the way. As soon as it got past his mouth, it caught fire and he was now a human flamethrower--excuse me-- meta flamethrower.

That's right. He is meta and he is damn proud of that. Not like the last four years of his life where he spent it pretending to be otherwise. Oh no. Not anymore.

The flames, red and orange in color, hit the dummy and it caught flame instantly. He didn't wait for it to burn completely. He closed his trap and the rush of flames ceased, but the dummy burned on. He ran to the next one and the process started again. It didn't take the roaring man long until all fifteen or so dummies were aflame.

He was covered in a sheen of sweat (non flammable) and his chest felt deflated like it always did after he used his power. He needed to hydrate and rest. His throat was burning, but there was a smile on his face.

"Burn baby, burn. Disco inferno, yeaaah." He sang, high pitched and off key.

[Evangeline Covington]

After spending ten years of her life discovering and developing her power, Evie was certainly advanced in weather manipulation. However, while she could cause storms or force the sun to shine through the clouds (that and more), she was still human. Even though she was a human with a gift, she still had to perform simple every day tasks in order to maintain the lifestyle she had. Evie was a fan of martial arts and had become quite skilled at it since she graduated from the Hammel Institute. Having martial arts as a particular hobby of hers meant that she had to keep fit for it, which meant that she would have to take part in daily training session in order to keep in shape.

Wearing a pair of sweats, a tank top and some comfortable running shoes, Evie headed down to the training field. She figured she would just run a few laps today as she was aware of the fact that she would gain a sufficient enough work out by simply assisting others by training them with their powers. On days that she simply had to teach her art class did she push herself when it came to working out.

The brunette stepped onto the field after fitting in a few stretches beforehand (hey, the last thing she wanted was sore muscles in the morning). Looking up into the sky, Evie noticed that their were a few grey clouds rolling in, threatening to rain and ruin her training session. "I don't think so..." Evie murmured with a sigh. With a moment of concentration and a lazy flick of her hand, the stormy clouds floated on by, away from the training field. After beginning her laps with a light jog, she noticed that she wasn't the only one participating in some training.

Evie continued to jog casually around the field as she eyed her companion, attempting to identify him (it was clear that the person was a male). She was easily able to identify the man as he produced fire from his mouth, lighting all the wooden dummies before him on fire. It was Martin. An amused grin formed on Evie's lips as she slowed her jog down into a walk and began to make her way towards her friend. She stood behind him once she had reached his training area, crossing her arms (smile still intact) as Martin caught his breath. Evie chuckled in delight as he began to sing...off key too. "Having your own campfire sing-a-long are we?" She questioned cheekily, her eyes glinting with amusement.

[Martin Pratt]

Over his heavy breathing, he didn't hear the sounds of approach. So he didn't know he was being watched until the voice spoke. His head shot skywards first, he wasn't really sure why he looked there before in front of him and then finally behind him. He blinked a few moments as he tried to process who that was standing in front of him, grinning. He pinged down on it almost immediately after his search for her name began: Evie! From ten years ago (no shit, ten years ago?!). He laughed a little and looked towards his feet in some form of embarrassment. He laughed a little more and squinted up at her, his head to the side. "Yeah, and you aren't invited." He teased before he opened his arms for a hug.

"How you been girl?!" He was honestly glad to see her. Most of his co-workers were older than him, ergo he didn't really...connect with them. Most had had too much responsibility in their life to be as immature as he--sometimes--can be. And some had even been around when he himself was a student, so it was odd. But, seeing his old classmate there standing in front of him was like...a diamond in the rough. Not to mention the fact he still thought she was mighty fine. That brought a small twinkle into his eye.

"So you got to tell me the story about how you got back here." He glanced backwards at the burning dummies and figured he should probably put them out. He grinned a little and dipped his head towards the water hose coiled at the base of the wall like a snake. "Gotta clean up first, though. You can talk and walk at the same time without tripping, right?" He was totally kidding, and winked just to prove it. He took three steps backwards, still looking at her before he started walking towards the water hose.

[Evangeline Covington]

It was impossible for the grin to leave Evie's face. Martin Pratt had been an old friend of hers, back when she had been a student at the Hammel Institute. Her grin faulted for a moment as she felt a pang of guilt, instantly regretting not staying in contact with some of her fellow students when they had all graduated and went their separate ways. Evie had gone off to college to study art among regular humans after she had learned to control her powers. While she had loved the course and had graduated with flying colours, she missed being with her own kind. She grew tired of having to conceal her complete identity when mingling with humans that couldn't possibly understand what it like to have gift that was a burden all at the same time. So it was after college when Evie returned to the Hammel Institute and became employed as an art teacher and a power trainer. She had been on the staff for about a year now.

Evie's grin soon returned as Martin began to tease her. He was just like how he was back in the schooling years, which pleased her immensely. She gave him a look of mock hurt at his teasing comment, before stepping into his embrace to share a hug with her old friend. It was then Evie realised that she had missed Martin and she couldn't help notice how attractive Martin had become. He was attractive in their schooling days, but it was clear to see that he had grown into his looks. He was all man now. "I'm good." Evie began with a twinkle in her eyes as she moved casually out of Martin's embrace. "Although, my day has slightly improved." She added cheekily, referring to the fact that Martin had brightened her day as she playfully nudged him in the ribs.

"I think I can manage." Evie replied to Martin's question with a chuckle. "I was never a klutz, you should remember that." It was true, with Evie's martial arts, she had learned to be very graceful over the years. She began to walk next to him as Martin headed over to the water hose. "As for my story, there's not much to it really." She said crossing her arms. "I graduated from Hammel, went to college, graduated from there, then I returned here. I guess I missed being around others like me." She finished with a shrug. "What about you? How did you manage to find yourself back here?" Evie asked with a smile, curious as to what drew Martin back to their old school.

[Martin Pratt]

Martin was also a bit guilty in the not-keeping-up-with-old-friends. After he graduated, he slumped himself to college even though he really didn't want to go, but he had the money so why not? About half way through the first semester, Martin wasn't any closer to picking a major and his future was just as much undecided as it was when he graduated. Then he got snagged by a Marine Recruiter and well... He withdrew from college and headed on over to Paris Island for some good old fashion training and he spent the next four years neck deep in desert sand and the threat of getting shot. It wasn't much of a future, but he was good at it. The only reason he got out of the military was because his sister begged him too. She was about to graduate high school, and learned about what really happened to their parent so she wanted nothing to do with their godparents--for the same reasons as Martin; lying and betrayal. She had no where else to go, so she moved in with Martin and that was what brought him to Hammel. It was the one place he could be himself, and the one place he knew Lea would be safe.

He squeezed her tightly when she stepped into his arms. Man, he really missed the spunky brunette and her half-hearted threats of a martial arts butt whoopin' when he antagonized her a bit too much or was about to do something stupid.But getting back to the present, Martin was glad to be reunited with her because now he knew he'd enjoy himself. He laughed as she said her day had improved, it definitely didn't help his ego either. "Now why is that?" He goaded, just wanting to hear her say it. He chuckled at her reply to his taunt as they started walking.

"Now I wasn't saying you were a klutz. I was saying you couldn't multitask." He then proceeded to a safe distance of six or so feet, just in case there was physical retaliation. He listened to her short story about how she returned. "Really? You didn't come here to hide from the cops, or anything?" He joked, knowing he was probably pushing it already, but he couldn't really help it. He had ten years of teasing to make up. "And me? Well I didn't sit through college, man I told you I wouldn't. But everyone said 'it's something you have to do.'" He mocked with movement of his hand like it was a puppet.

"So I joined the military. Spent four years there and when I got out, I spent time with my little sister and moved her up here, got a job as a security guard." He smiled, just a little proud of himself--he did make it through a couple of tours in Afghanistan and Iraq and make it back alive, afterall. As he made it to the house, he cranked the knob to get the water pumping and then picked up the nozzle and pulled back the trigger, which shot a single, yet strong, blast of water at the brick wall. He rotated the gadget on the handle to change the stream so it was wider yet strong and headed towards the closest burning dummy.

"So what do you do here?" He asked with a dart of his eyes to her and then back at the dummies. Man she really matured in the face and body since he'd last seen her. She was a glorified woman now.

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[Evangeline Covington]

By just becoming aware of the fact that Martin was around, Evie automatically knew that her life at Hammel would improve. Not that she didn't enjoy her life already, but there is always certain people in your life that you just click with without even trying. Martin was one of Evie's people. She grinned sheepishly as Martin attempted to coax her into admitting that it was he that brightened her day. "Have you forgotten? I don't admit things freely. Let's just say that you missed me too and be done with it." Evie replied playfully. While her words were humorous and light hearted, Evie was and always would be a stubborn woman, if she admitted things (particularly connected to her emotions), she wouldn't be direct about it.

"Oh, so you're not insulting me, only to insult me with another insult?" Evie questioned light heartedly, raising her eyebrows and placing a hand on her hip. However, it wasn't long before Evie was chuckling with laughter. She found it difficult even to act serious when she was so pleased with the presence of Martin. "I was always relatively good back in the day. If I can recall, you were the one always getting into mischief." Evie challenged playfully, closing the distance between them and nudging Martin once more.

Evie listened to Martin's story thoughtfully, taking everything in. There was that pang of guilt again. Martin had joined the military, faced war and could have been killed. The sad thing about it was that Evie would have never known if her old friend had died because she had lost contact with him. However, rather than breaking down into a chorus full of apologies that wouldn't change anything, Evie took the humorous turn. That was in the past, it was time to catch up with Martin. "The military huh? No wonder you have these." Evie replied, pinching Martin's upper arms lightly, as she indicated that she was referring to Martin's guns. They had clearly been through a lot of work over the years. "It was like receiving a bear hug when you hugged me." Evie teased.

Evie watched and followed Martin as he gathered the water hose and stood next to him when he began putting the flaming wooden dummies out. "I'm an art teacher." Evie stated simply, a small smirk forming on her lips, waiting for Martin to tease her once more. "Well that and I'm a power trainer in my spare time." She went on, glancing at the dummies then back at Martin's face.

[Martin Pratt]

"Stubborn." Martin accused her, though he didn't forget. He knew all too well that she never changed her mind. Like when she never let him look off of her homework. But he knew how much of a lost cause it was, so he let it go. She had said it already anyway, right? He grinned to himself though it was a mutual feeling. "It's ok, you made my day pretty awesome." He was man enough to admit it, and he didn't have a problem being honest with Evie because she was Evie! He laughed a little when she said 'insult' so many times and tried to work through what she said to understand it.

He didn't. "Uhm....what? Don't talk like that. Imma Jarhead. It's far beyond my comprehension." He told her with narrowed yes, though he was only kidding to some extent. He wasn't stupid, but what she said didn't make sense, to him. "Relatively is the key word there. Only reason why I got caught more than you was you always quit just before I got caught." He replied, even though that wasn't one hundred percent true. Martin was pretty mischievous back in the day because he was springing out of authority because of what he found out about his godparents. At that time he did things wrong just because it was against the rules. He didn't really enjoy sneaking out and partying in the club district, but he did it anyway, just because it was like saying 'F-you, man!'

He chuckled low in the throat when she brought attention to his arms because of being in the military. He hefted his arms up and flexed them, eyeing them as well. To be truthful, he actually didn't get all the ripped being deployed. He ate three MRI's a day with two-thousand calories a piece...he got pretty marshmallowy. It was when he returned state-side that he became a workoutaholic and got his gorgeous bod (he knows how good he looks). "Yep. There is nothing better do to anyway. Lea won't let me cook and you can only clean the house once a week without it being weird." He explained lowering his arms to his sides. "Speaking of, you should come over for dinner sometime, meet Lea." The invitation was out and he put on his best cutesy face; the big puppy eyes and pouty lip. He hoped her tolerance for that look was down the drain since she hasn't seen in in a good amount of years.

As he doused the dummies, he whistled lowly when she said she was an art teacher. "That sounds pretty awesome. Though I hope you aren't the sort we had back in school. That guy loved to talk more about how much was wrong with the dead guys in the head behind the paintings than the actual paintings themselves." It was super boring and whenever they did paint, Martin used his fingers. He didn't get too good of grades in that class but he didn't matter back then. He nodded his head in agreement to her being a trainer. "I bet you kick ass. I'd also not be surprised if you had a bunch of kids begging to be in your class, Miss Thang."

[Evangeline Covington]

"Aw, aren't you sweet?" Evie responded playfully with a laugh as Martin informed her that she had brightened his day. She had laughed even harder as her words confused him. "You're so modest, Martin and you haven't changed a bit...I love it!" Evie was thoroughly amused and meant every word she said. She liked Martin for who he had been when they attended Hammel together and was delighted that he was the same person that she had befriended ten years ago. "Hey, I never quit, I just saw sense when you got us into the most crazy situations...although I do appreciate you taking the blame for some of my actions." Evie replied with a smirk as she reflected on the past. It was true, in some case, Martin had been blamed for her actions, even if she insisted to their superiors that it had been her fault.

Her record for mischievousness was always hidden by her good grades and passion for the Hammel Institute, so sometimes the didn't believe that Evie was the culprit. Martin was more known for his mischievousness, so their superiors just assumed that he had been in the wrong. Evie had felt bad in the beginning, but that soon developed into annoyance, as she hated being even considered as a goody two shoes that never took risks.

Evie rolled her eyes as Martin flexed his muscles. It was times like these when Martin was such a typical guy. "I'm sure the ladies will appreciate all your hard work." Evie replied with a grin. She would have been very surprised if women didn't take notice of the muscles Martin had formed over the years. A hint of seriousness entered Evie's face as Martin mentioned his sister, Lea. Evie had heard Martin mentioned his sister on many occasions back in their schooling years. By the way he spoke of Lea, Evie could tell that Martin was very fond of her. "I'd love to." Evie responded to Martin's invitation happily. "How can I resist when you give me that face?" She added, referring to Martin's puppy-dog look.

Evie chuckled as Martin reminisced the days when they took art. "My class is one of the most enjoyable at Hammel...so I'm told." Evie stated lightly. What she said was true though, ever now and then a student would flatter her by praising her class. Those days were reassuring towards the fact that she was doing a good job. "Thanks Mr. Muscles." She replied simply, crossing her arms with a cheeky grin as she watched Martin put out the last of the dummies.

[Martin Pratt]

"The sweetest." Martin replied with a superior grin. Of course he didn't really believe that, but there was fun in pretending, right? Martin was pretty sure that when he had a girl, he treated her right. He acted like a gentlemen like Janine and Carl raised him to be (even though they turned out to be douche bags), and he tried very hard to never yell at women or even use swear words. On dates he insisted to pay (at least on the ones where he invited them over. He had a girlfriend in college that made him promise that if she ever asked him out somewhere, then she would pay for it. And he always opened the door for everyone. And Martin certainly wasn't the type to screw and run like a few of his marine friends. That was just rude.

"You haven't changed either, Evie." He grinned in reply, glad that she liked the person he still was. After what he'd been through...well you couldn't go through it and not change, but Martin didn't like to reflect back on it or talk about it. "I couldn't upset your rep!" He teased, knowing she hated that all her teachers thought she had been a goodie goodie. "And like I could let you take the blame when most of it was my idea anyhow." He reasoned truthfully, at least that was his line of thinking on it.

He chuckled at what she said about his muscles and gave her that knowing look. 'Of course they do.' His face read, but again, he wasn't just a fan of flings. He liked relationships and the getting-to-know-you part. Not many guys did, but hey. That was who Martin was, even if his reputation said different. He noticed the serious look in her face when he brought up Lea, and was relieved at her reaction. He had wanted the two of them to meet back in school, to show Lea (who at the time had been having sort of an identity crisis) that the girl in the movies or on the magazines wasn't what she had to become. Lea really needed a mom, and while Janine was a good surrogate, she wasn't the birth mother. Lea was too young when their mother was put in prison, but she remembered the love and without it she had always felt a bit lost. Martin had the crazy idea in his head that if Lea met someone he was very fond of, like Evie, who was just awesome, well then she'd be alright. He'd never have said that out loud, however.

"Great. How about over the weekend? Give us some time to cover some ground rules." He knew if unwarned, Lea would spout all sorts of things he never wanted said out loud. Like on his days off he tended to not get dressed or leave the house and just play video games. His game of choice? The Final Fantasy franchise. (He was also super stoked about the new Kingdom Hearts game coming out.) He snorted when she confirmed his suspicions about her class, but Martin didn't doubt for a minute that she wasn't a good teacher (her great looks aside). Any kid would be lucky to be in her class. As the last dummy was successfully extinguished he walked over to the wall to turn off the house. Somewhere deep in his mind he had the urge to spray her with a little bit of water, but there was no telling where her control on the weather was (she was probably a master, to be a power trainer) so he passed on it, just in case of what she'd do to him.

"There." He grinned as he got the hose turned off and coiled it back up to how it was. He'd put the dummies back where he got them after they dried off a bit. He didn't want them to be moldy for the next person to use them, after all.

[Evangeline Covington]

Evie had a deep respect for Martin, there was no doubt about that. She didn't need to say it for it to be true. She had meant it when she had called him 'sweet'. She didn't mean 'sweet' as in disturbingly cute, but rather 'sweet' in the was that he presented himself and went out of his way to treat others. In particular, Evie had noticed the way Martin had treated women (even in their schooling days). Although he was a goofball in many ways (Evie had no problem informing him of this fact), he was a gentleman. Evie was very fond of this fact, it delighted her to see that not all men were jerks.

"I've changed in more ways than you think..." Evie responded, mysteriously, winking at Martin to let him know that she wasn't being entirely serious. What she said was true though. While most of her old personality remained intact, she had become a lot more stronger over the years. When she had first started at the Hammel Institute, Evie was a merely a frightened teenager that thought herself to be a freak just because of what she was. Over the years she learned to embrace and control her power, she had become more confident within herself and was now teaching what she had learned over the years to young people that were going through the same issues that she had. The martial arts had been something she had learned to give herself an edge. Well that and she believed that everyone (even meta-humans) should learn at least basic self-defence.

"The weekend is perfect. Just name a time and place." Evie accepted Martin's invitation happily. "What are you going to cook? Or will you not do the cooking to spare the risk of killing Lea and I with food poisoning?" Evie added with a grin, her eyes watched Martin's face playfully. She had never seen Martin cook and wasn't aware if had any skill for it, but honestly, Evie didn't care what was for dinner, she was mostly looking forward to spending more time with her old friend and his sister.

"Good job," Evie began once Martin had finished with the dummies. "but since you've taken time away from my training, don't you think it would be polite to help me finish it?" Evie joked, suddenly excited to show off her powers and train with Martin. Perhaps now that the two of them were back at Hammel once more, they could make some form of routine out of paired training sessions? Evie was gleeful at the thought.

[Martin Pratt]

Martin was pretty modest when it came to being 'sweet'. He just considered that how he acted meant he was a decent human--meta human--being. Even though he knew other guys didn't act that way, and that the way he acted distinguished him from the other guys out there, he liked to pretend that the 'normal' jerkwad of the guy was actually the rare one, and that there were more guys like Martin than not. It was a fantasy world Martin lived in, in that aspect, but there wasn't any harm pretending there was more good in the world than not, right? Well maybe there was if he refused to admit the bad, but Martin had seen all sorts of bad, first hand, but all of that was besides the point.

"Oh really?" Martin asked, even though he caught the wink and knew by that she was joking. He wondered if, though, there was something about her that changed. Maybe she was a bit more charismatic, or maybe she got over the meta-insecurity thing. Martin had always kinda gotten the feeling she didn't like herself because of being a meta. Martin, on the other hand, thought her power was completely awesome. Martin was one of those rare people that was super glad he was a meta. He didn't necessarily love his power because most of his high school years were spent without eyebrows (or partially singed eyebrows), he learned to get over that though, because it couldn't really be helped. Fire tended to burn things when it came in contact with them.

"Great! Probably Saturday, probably dinner time? Don't be too surprised if Lea asked if you want to drink, she's just recently turned twenty-one and she's loving it." Martin chuckled fondly at his sister's expense. She had maintained her spunky nature just like Martin had kept his immaturity, though they had both matured in their own different ways. Martin pulled himself up like the proud guy he was. "I, actually, will be doing the cooking, seeing as I survived eight years by myself, thank you." He nodded his head, proud of himself. He actually wasn't that bad of a cook. He, however, experimented with things more than the normal person might, but that is what you get when you live in the barracks for four years with two other guys with nothing to cook with but a microwave and a hot plate. Martin made one mean ass hot-sauce bacon omelet. "And just for that comment, I'm not gonna tell you."

Martin grinned, about to apologize for taking up time for her training, but then he remembered she came up to him, so it wasn't his fault if she couldn't remain focused. He, however, was not going to say that. Instead he looked at her a bit accusingly. "You aren't going to strike me with lighting, are ya?" After he asked, his expression dropped and he laughed. "Sure! I got time before I have to go back on duty, and you know, be a security guard." If Evie asked him to help teach a few training sessions, he'd gladly do it. Not just because he'd be spending more time with her, but would be super cool. She'd have to ask though, Martin wasn't smart enough to come up with that idea on his own.

[Evangeline Covington]

"Yep." Evie responded confidently, a playful glint in her eyes. "And perhaps if you're lucky, you'll discover what those changes are." She added, a little more flirtatiously than she would usually allow herself. However, she was in the company of Martin, which enabled her to make an exception, even if she didn't have much say in the matter. Her flirtatiousness came naturally at this point. Evie tried to recall whether she had been this flirty towards Martin in the past. Had her witty banter been a disguise for flirting? Since she had been a teenager when she she knew Martin back in the day, her answer was 'yes'.

"I'll bring some wine then if she wants to get her drink on." Evie replied with a laugh, remembering the first few months after she had turned twenty-one. Evie could relate to Lea already and she didn't even know the girl. "Well, then I look forward to you impressing me with your cooking skills. No pressure or anything." Evie joked, unable to contain her amusement. She was truly excited about her new plans that she was forming with Martin. Not to mention, Evie was intrigued to see whether Martin was a good cook or not. Any man that could cook was a turn on for Evie...not that she would be admitting this fact out loud anytime soon. "And luckily for me, I love surprises." She added.

"Well, if you behave I won't have to strike you with lighting." Evie gave her witty response, nothing but humor in her tone. Of course she wouldn't really use her powers against Martin, but teasing him was far too hard to resist. "Excellent, you can help me get all fired up for my afternoon art class. Surprisingly enough, training my powers gets my creative juices flowing." Evie said with a laugh. "Maybe if can prove yourself not to be completely useless, we could make a routine out of this." Evie teased again, knowing all too well that Martin was very capable of what she was asking of him.

[Martin Pratt]

Martin watched her for a moment, before he was just being playful, and while that nature was still present, he was curious as to what it was, now more so because she was still teasing him with it. "Oh I definitely will." He said boldly, well, because he knew he would. Sooner or later. As stubborn as she was, Martin knew that sometimes if he said the right thing he could get some of the answers. It was a pretty big gamble, but hey, they were friends and what sort of friends would they be if Martin never pissed her off, a little, every now and then?

"Wine sounds good. I think she'll love you immediately." Martin chuckled at the image of Lea meeting Evie, seeing that she has a bottle of wine and then hugging the crap out of her. It was completely possible. "She's just been making me mix her drinks, trying all the sorts of stuff I had in the freezer." Because Martin didn't own a liquor cabinet. He put it all in the freezer. That is what he got from being in the military. Why waste money when you can improvise? He had a wide assortment of liquor, he wasn't a fan of beer. (Mostly because he was self conscious about what a lot of beer would do to him, but you won't hear him admit to that.)

He stuck his tongue out at her when she challenged him to impress her. He wasn't worried about that in the slightest. Lea called him a good cook (only when he made things she wanted), so he knew he had nothing to worry about. "I'm glad your happy you like surprises too." Martin agreed, else wise she'd probably demand for him to tell her all about the evening he had plotting in his mind. He knew if their roles were switched, Martin would be begging for at least a hint of what was going to happen, and he was pretty glad Evie wasn't like that. At least, not at the moment.

"I'll behave!" He swore, not liking the idea of her hitting him with lightening. She had threatened him with it enough back in the day. He was glad that she never did, because it probably would have killed him, but Martin had always been sure they were empty threats. At least with the lightning. Whenever she had threatened to punch him in the face or kick him in the leg, she always followed through with that. He remembered a particular instance where she had busted his lip open, and his teachers accused him of getting into a fight and when he said he never did, he got detention for lying. He rolled his eyes at the memory of it, but chuckled at her.

"It'd be great if we could. I'll have to ask Romanov if it's alright though--he's head of Security here, it will ultimately be up to him." Martin said, for just a moment he was serious about it, but then he was back to being stoked that the two of them were back together. "Tell me how to not be useless, then, so I'm not just...in the dark about it." He said, amped up to get to doing...well whatever she had in mind.