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charliewebb:

The man she was greeted with at the door seemed oddly familiar to her somehow. How exactly she wasn’t too sure- she didn’t go out much these days, and never really had friends at school. This boy looked a little younger than her as well by a few years, so she doubted they were even in the same class. Charlotte furrowed her brows a little at the question. “W-We’re not closed quiet yet, just in the p-process of closing for the night.” She told him with a small smile before nodding. “Y-Yes, we still do. I-I’m Charlotte. My um.. m-my parents left it to me after they d-died, in the battle of N-New York… y-you know with the um, a-aliens?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest and looking up at him curiously. “I-I’m sorry, who a-are you?”

A strangled gasp for breath passed through the lips of the young man as the girl spoke, the news she shared coming as a shock to him. Of course there had been casualties during the Battle; that much wasn’t news, nor was it surprising. But the fact that someone he had known, someone who had been so nice to him every time he used to come in growing up, was now gone, was a lot to try and process. He hadn’t even consciously realized before this moment that he had come to this place is search of the woman who had been this girl’s mother, just in the hopes of finding some familiarity. His lip once again began to tremble, and he had to bite down on it hard to keep it controlled. He turned away for a moment, taking deep breaths to try and regain his composure, reaching out of instinct to the spot at the collar of his shirt where his headphones usually rested, only to remember that he had put them away and he couldn’t rely on that comfort in this particular moment. After taking a few more deep breaths, he turned back to face the girl, giving a small shake of his head, keeping his face averted. “Uh...I..I’m so sorry. I...I knew your parents. I used to uh...I used to come in here with my Mom all the time. She uh..she was friends with your Mom I think” He explained with a nod of his head. As he he raised his glance to Charlotte, he found himself remembering more of those moments from his childhood, one’s that included the quiet girl who always seemed to have her nose in a book. Sighing heavily,  in the hopes of relieving some of the heavy tension in his chest, he shook his head again. “I’m Clark Abraham. My...mom was...is...Shelby Abraham”

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After his impromptu night spent in the company of Kitty Pryde had made him feel liberated, further departures from the cycle that Clark had been set on for a couple months now were definitely necessary; which is exactly what had brought him to Brooklyn. He had remembered quite out of the blue earlier that day that there was a bookstore there that his mom used to bring him to when he was a kid, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was still there. Sure, it wasn’t exactly an “exciting grand adventure” but it was something different from his routine; and anyways, his job offered plenty of excitement as it was.

As he approached the store, a small chuckle escaped his lips as he read the sign, the pun of the name still as funny to him then as it had been all those years ago. He paused just outside the door, exhaling a deep sigh, while pulling the buds out of his ears; it was a rare action for him, but this was a rare moment where he wanted to be able to take in the atmosphere of the store the way it was meant. Pulling the door open, he stepped into the shop and was instantly hit with a blast of nostalgia. It looked almost exactly the same as he had remembered it, and as he ran his hands softly along the shelf closest to him, the memories of the visits to the store with his mother came rushing back with vivid clarity. He could almost hear his mother chatting away with the lady who owned the store, Mrs.Webb, who she'd been friends with, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep it from trembling. It was at that moment that he heard a voice speak from behind him and he turned to see a beautiful young woman, who he assumed had to be the new owner, or else an employee hired to work there. "Hi" He said weakly, his voice still heavy from the emotions he'd been feeling only seconds ago, before he quickly cleared his throat. "Um hi." He tried again, this time his voice sounding a lot more normal to himself. "I'm..I'm sorry if you’re closed. The sign outside said open" He said with a nervous chuckle. "I just..I used to come here as a kid and...does um...does the Webb family not own this store anymore?" He asked curiously.

Booklyn usually had a fairly steady flow of people coming in and out, but today was one of the slow days. They were to be expected sometimes, but Charlotte never minded them. It allowed her the opportunity to catch up on work or redecorate the bookshop or just to sit and read the latest novel she had added to her ‘to read’ list. It was nearing closing time, and Charlotte had just finished counting out the drawer to make a deposit when the bell above the door dinged, signalling a customer. It was a little late for a customer to show up, but it wasn’t totally uncommon. Not everyone that came in late was a hero that sought refuge for the night, though that was usually the case. Charlotte stuffed the deposit bag under the counter, walking towards the door to see who had come in. “H-Hello?” Charlotte asked, tucking a stray dark hair behind her ear. 

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the blush was perhaps better left unmentioned, especially considering she wasn’t entirely sure what had caused it. kitty herself never liked it being brought up when she blushed, and with her light skin it was completely obvious each time it happened. besides, it was cute. so instead she smiled a little brighter at his chuckle, pleased to hear it, and she gave a nod at his words. “i am entirely certain– no, no. completely POSITIVE that i want some coffee right now. there is really no better time.” okay, that was a lie. some people kitty knew wouldn’t even let the word coffee pass through their mind after about eight o’clock at night and what kitty needed more than anything was a good nights sleep. coffee wasn’t the smartest idea when that was your goal. after a mission like hers though, kitty needed some burst of energy. everyone had an addiction, and it seemed as though caffeine was developing into hers.

“yeah, you do? …it’s not one of those tiny little store fronts with a ‘best coffee in the city’ sign, is it? because i’ve tried several places with a sign like that, and i’m starting to get the feeling those signs are a lie,” she replied teasingly, her smile still firmly in place. she was tired, and her arm aching, but honestly some proper interaction with someone else was important. and surely it was in her best interest to get along with the people she might end up working with. (okay, okay, she actually was just curious about him and the fact he knew a coffee place was a huge plus). she gave a laugh, holding up her hands in surrender. “I get it, i swear. i would never risk coffee that is so obviously as precious as this will be. i’ve thought long and hard whilst wandering through the wrong changing rooms and locker rooms and i know that it’s want i want.”

she honestly wished she’d looked more into the people she was going to work with. it felt like an intrusion of their privacy though, even if by signing they were agreeing to let information about themselves go public. kitty smiled as she took a step forwards, and held out her hand towards him. “kitty pryde, locker room stalker apparently. but that’s just a side hobby, not something i’m big on.” okay, after seeing him start to change this was probably totally lame, but even if it was late it was better than never. he looked a little different out of a fancy shirt and back to plain clothes. “and you’re clark��right?” oh god, she hoped that was right. it seemed right, now that she was looking over him she was certain he’d been pointed out to her before. she ran into a lot of people here, but some of them and their names stood out more than others. he seemed to be one of the lucky ones whose name was stuck with her. and for being one of the youngest people registered he’d certainly made an impression on a lot of people. 

a smile played on her features as she then gestured behind him, “so, lead the way. i’m in need of coffee and i’m putting my trust in your good taste.”

Clark was surprised to hear that Kitty knew his name. Of course he knew who she was, but that was quite a bit different; she was a renowned member of the X-Men, while he was basically a nobody in comparison. It of course didn’t hurt that she was extremely pretty either, catching his eye any time they happened to pass by each other, and likely would have stuck out in his mind even without her pseudo-celebrity status. “Did you read that on my locker?” He asked her with a playful smirk when she asked whether that was in fact his name, before he nodded his head in confirmation. “Anyways yeah, it’s Clark. Clark Abraham” He added.

There was a playful look of exaggerated doubt on Clark’s features as he listened to Kitty insist that she really wanted the coffee, his eyes narrowing, despite the grin that he was barely managing to keep from spreading across his face playing at the edges of his lips. “I don’t know… I’m kind of regretting mentioning it now. Because if I take you there, and you end up not finishing your cup, I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” He joked, placing a hand to his chin as if in consideration. Finally, he allowed for the playful grin (or maybe it just forced it’s way through) to shine on his features, and he chuckled a bit before letting out an exaggerated sigh of relent. “Alright fine. I’ll take you. But I’m putting my trust in you Kitty Pryde; you better not let me down” He teased, gesturing for her to follow him.

As he led the way out of the fortified concrete building, and onto the as busy as ever streets of Manhattan, he reached into his pocket and pulled his iPod from it out of habit, getting his headphones half untangled before he realized what he was doing and chuckled. “Sorry. Habit.” He said simply, before wrapping them back up and putting the device back into his pocket. “I do pretty much the same thing after every shift. So this is a bit of a departure from the norm” He added with a laugh. The fact was, he wasn’t sorry about it in the slightest; it was nice to have someone to talk to for a change.

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Another day, another mission done and over with. After getting his car tucked in at the maintenance wing, leaving on the windshield a filled out form that outlined all of the necessary repairs and tweaks that needed to be done to the vehicle overnight, Clark sighed and made his way through the large complex building that was the headquarters of the panel. It took him some time to find his way to where he was looking for, and he privately wondered to himself as he wandered through the concrete halls whether he would ever be able to make it around this place without getting lost. It had been a couple of months now since he had started going on panel issued missions, and he still managed to get lost every single time. 

When he finally found the men’s locker room, he stepped inside to find that it was empty, and that his belongings were some of the last left there. This wasn’t exactly surprising to him, given the fact that it was getting to be pretty late, and that most Agents had a tendency to check out well before 10 o’clock (After all, a lot of them had families to get to) Sighing again, perhaps at the thought that he had no such thing himself, perhaps because he was all alone now, or perhaps a bit of both, he turned the dial of the lock on his locker to input the correct combination (S.H.I.E.L.D had offered him a high tech lock that used his fingerprints, but he had declined it, preferring to stick to the tried and true old fashioned combination lock) before pulling it off and taking his belongings out, throwing them down in a heap on top of his empty gym bag. He pulled off his tie and black blazer and threw them onto the pile, and was just about to start undoing the buttons of the white dress shirt he wore. when he heard a voice speak, and his eyes shot up in surprise, finding himself shocked to be face to face with none other than Kitty Pryde.

He of course knew who she was, and once he saw that it was her, and noticed that she was only half through the door, the mystery of how someone had entered the room without him hearing the sound of the door opening was pretty easily solved. As she spoke, he found himself at a loss for words, and he stared blankly, and silently, until long after she had left. Giving his head a good shake, he proceeded with getting himself changed back into his street clothes, though there was no doubt that the encounter he had just had with Kitty was still dominantly on his mind. As he got everything put into his bag, and slung it over his shoulder, he chuckled a bit as he thought about how glad he was that she hadn’t come in a few seconds later, when he would have been wearing no shirt. The thought alone caused a light blush to dust his cheeks, but as he pushed the door of the locker room open and made his way back out into the hall, only to find himself running into her, that blush in his cheeks intensified. Nonetheless, he managed a small, somewhat nervous sounding chuckle at her words, and actually opened his mouth to speak this time. “You uh, you sure you really want a cup of coffee at ten o’clock at night?” He asked. “Because I do.” He added after a beat with a laugh “And I happen to know a great place that’s not far, and I could show it to you. but only if you’re really sure that you want the coffee.There can be no risk of dumping half of it down the sink, because it’s way too good for that treatment.”

kitty gave a wince, looking over her arm and glancing at the gashes. they weren’t as bad as some of the injuries she’d taken over her time as a member of the x-men, but whilst that was nice thinking in the long run it wasn’t doing much for the pain today. the fight hadn’t actually been that bad, just something against a minor villain and luckily not a hero that kitty was supposed to be bringing in. the villain was just amateur, but she’d not been paying complete attention and it meant the guy had gotten in some lucky hits.

she took in a deep breath, moving through the panel building and flashing her card to the guy at the desk. it took a few moments as she went through security, then kitty was inside. all she wanted was to get changed and get home. no, no… get changed, then get some FOOD. and some COFFEE. anything to help her– “oh. shit.” kitty blinked, only a few inches away from the face of a guy. she tilted her head a little, a smile playing on her features as her eyes flickered away from the guy to take in the room. there she stood, half phased through the door into clearly one of the guys changing areas. okay, she honestly needed to start paying more attention. she bit back a grin, then added, “sorry, this is– wrong room. i don’t suppose you guys get a coffee machine in here, huh?” nope, didn’t think so. “okay, buh-bye~”

kitty took a step back, phasing the top half of her body back through the door and into the hall. she finally laughed then, thinking back to the guy (it wasn’t like he was getting changed or anything, it was just the SHOCK of coming face to face with him like that) before swiftly moving into the females room. she was quick to get changed, and it wasn’t long before she left the changing room (using the door this time). and this time when she ran into the guy (what was his name again? began with a ‘c’? she’d seen him around), she was glad it was just in the hallway. “oh hey! sorry about that earlier– i wasn’t paying attention. clearly.” she held up her empty hands, a smile on her face as she added, “my search for coffee hasn’t ended well yet, as you can tell.”

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Fingers tapping along the surface of the table in a rhythmic pattern, Clark was absorbed in the sounds of the music coming through his headphones. His eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses he wore, and his lips moved silently in time with the words of the song, only stopping long enough for him to lift the cup of coffee in front of him to his lips every so often. His expression shifted to one of annoyance as he felt the buzzing of his phone’s vibration in his pocket, and pulling the headphones from his ears, he answered the phone and lifted it to where one of the earbuds had just been. He was silent as he listened to the voice speaking on the other end for a moment, before he simply nodded and said “Alright I’ll be there.” then hung up the phone. Sighing as he placed the phone back into his pocket and pulled his iPod out of it, he started the song over as he put one of the buds back in his ear, while he lifted his gaze to the person who just happened to be approaching the direction of his table at that moment. “You know, there’s nothing worse than getting interrupted at the best part of the song.” He said with a small shake of his head. “Because then you have to start it all over again, and listen to the parts you already heard just to get to hear that part.”

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Ansel Elgort || Clark Abraham || Drifter || S.H.I.E.L.D/Avengers || 23 || Male || New York City, NY || Driver/Pilot/Agent for  S.H.I.E.L.D who occasionally also works with The Avengers || Registered || PLAYED BY DEE

biography:

Clark Abraham always had an edge behind the wheel that no one else seemed to be able to match, or even explain. Sure, he learned to drive at the young age of seven, but that wasn’t entirely unheard of, or even uncommon in the street racing circles he got into in his teens. Yet he still outclassed anyone he ever raced against, accumulating an unbelievable amount of victories in street races all across the country. His streak of victories without suffering a single defeat became the stuff of legends, and the way he disappeared and moved on to the next town or city after each of them, even more so. Most intriguing of all, was the fact that no one knew anything about him. So given all of these things, it’s really no surprise that he was given the name Drifter.

In truth, Clark hadn’t wanted this to be his life. He had goals and aspirations that had nothing to do with racing cars illegally, but when his mother was diagnosed with cancer when he was fifteen, and the medical bills had started to pile themselves up, he hadn’t felt he had any other choice.. His own dreams forgotten, he dropped out of school and did the one thing he knew he could do better than anybody.

It’s not exactly surprising, given the reputation that he built for himself, that Clark ended up on S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, and soon enough, they went into pursuit. No stranger to having to evade the authorities, Clark worked his magic, and was able to evade being captured by S.H.I.E.L.D for nearly two months, before they finally pulled out the big guns and were able to bring him in. It was through S.H.I.E.L.D’s analysis of his DNA that they discovered that Clark was actually a mutant,  born with highly enhanced reflexes, which, coupled with his skills as a driver, made him the very best at what he did. Once they heard his story, they offered him a deal to be pardoned of all of his crimes in exchange for him agreeing to work for  S.H.I.E.L.D; a deal which he took without so much as a second thought.