Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D rp (Includes Seasons 1-3 and the first part of Season 4)/Avengers Open and Accepting!!!!! discussion

((Where tech classes and computer courses are taught, its filled with computers))

Wes found his way to the communications room, smiling at the tech around him. He found a computer and once he figured it out, he logged in, scrolling through various new articles. He mostly was looking for anything about his parents, making sure that his parents were at least still alive, just because he never spoke to them didn't mean he wanted them to be in danger at all.

Anne was somewhat wandering in the Helicarrier. She had only been on one a handful of times and they where all mapped differently, so she was adjusting. walking into communications, the female smiled to herself, not noticing wes. She sits and begins looking for the certain thing she needed.

Wes looked up from the computer after a few minutes, looking around the room, smiling when he realized that he wasn't alone. "Hey Anne" He said, turning his chair to face her. "Not in class? What a rebel" He joked.

Blinking suddenly, Anne yelped and threw her pocket knife at him, it burying in his shoulder. "Holy shit..wes I'm so-so sorry." She stuttered softly, getting up to pull it out. "I don't have any powers. So not really required of me to go to that class. Ghosts cant help in the battlefield."

Wes looked at the knife in his shoulder, and waved her off "It's all good Anne" He said, his voice a bit pained as reached up and pulled the knife out. "It'll heal" He assured her, giving her a small smile, unable to really do much more cause it hurt a lot.

"Sorry. I promise I do it all the time. Just everyone knows to move." Anne murmured, taking it. "Sorry, sorry. " shifting slightly she tucks her legs beneath her and tilted her head "Why are you here?"

Wes shifted a bit to reveal pressure on his shoulder, before he looked up at Anne "I don't need practice with my powers, I blow things up fine and I always grow back. Don't really need training for that, and school has never been my kinda deal" Wes answered.

[[*bangs head against table after reading the tarmac topic*]]

"Hmm...still? What if you where able to harness your regenerating time? Make it faster?" She debated, pulling up a log an ex-shield had written. "Here, this gives an example" now anne? She was totally nerding out. "School hates me as well, which is why I flick it off an keep walking"

Wes shrugged with his good side. "I could always do things to lose more limbs, wouldn't that work the same." Wesley suggested, before thinking of what he could do to lose more limbs and gain them back. I don't do school or classes, that's Wren's thing, she teaches me the necessities" He added.

"Alright, but," Anne muttered, running a hand through her hair as she scrolled through the computer, finding an article about her mother. "Goddamnit. "

Wes looked intrigued hearing her swear. "What's up? Everything alright?" He questioned, using his feet to push his computer chair towards her, stopping at the computer next to her.

"Yeah, I uh..." Eyes snapping to his she exhaled and shook her head "No. Actually. My mothers in jail again. For god knows what."

Wes scanned the article that Anne had read "Damn, that some shitty luck there Anne" He said, patting her shoulder empathetically, although he really didn't know what else to say to her.

"You really have no idea how to comfort someone, do you?" Anne snorted. Shaking her head she read through it. "You never told me why you where on the computer"

"Nope" Wes responded, popping the 'p' sound. "I was just making sure my parents were alive at least, don't really care much passed that, but they are still alive" He answered.

"Your mother didn't hug you much, did she?" Anne deadpanned. "I'm glad you care enough to check"

"What's a hug?" Wes replied back in the same tone "Wren cares about them, I'm pretty sure we were mistakes, and they only did the bare minimum in raising us. And dropped us at the first chance" Wes explained.

"Don't be too terribly upset. But you need a hug. So here" she embraced him briefly and moved back, laughing. "My mom divorced my dad when I was three. Dads basically raised me and my brothers. She wasnt always in the picture"

Wes awkwardly hugged Anne back "It's not a big deal, the trauma will be great for my inevitable comedy career when being a hero doesn't work" He responded, a goofy smile on his face. He didn't care much for sappy emotions and feeling, preferring to joke and sass.

"You're depressed in reality" she raised a brow "The silliness is showing it" poking him she moved away, looking around.

Wes chuckled, shrugging a bit "I've heard it both ways" He retorted. "Lets talk about literally anything else other than my shitty childhood, everyone has mommy or daddy issues" Wes said, still grinning.

Jacob walked into the Communications room and saw three others. He recognized them from earlier on in the day. "Look who I ran into again, hey all, Hi sis." He said jogging down the steps over to his sister. Seeing the look on her face he sighed. "What'd she do?" He asked knowing it had to be something to do with their mother.