09-04-2015, 02:05 PM
Vega was pissed. Ivan shrugged. He was sure he'd be pissed too. Then again, he wasn't just healed with the power. And in front of a guy who seemed the only likely candidate available to actually teach him.
Vega could be butt-hurt all he liked. Ivan was looking at the larger picture. That thug had beaten him and killed others. And there were guys like him and worse out there. He needed to train, to be stronger, to be ready. That trumped everything.
If that meant the feelings of men like Vega got run over, well....he could buy the guy a beer when they got together next time. He was probably a good cop or the Cap wouldn't have chosen him. Looked all serious and stuff but eh. Some guys just looked that way. And he had kinda shut him down real fast. So yeah, no hard feelings. Just more going on than he knew.
Thankfully the preacher had at least decided to stay. Ivan waited till Vega was gone and even then lowered his voice. "Sorry. He's probably a good cop but I imagine you don't want others involved."
And now, with the moment at hand....he wasn't sure where to start. Which startled him. And then that pissed him off. And then he decided to screw it and go on.
"You control the power. You healed me. My job is to protect people."
He nodded to the TV screen that was currently running a news feed- the terrorist attacks- along the bottom. A memory of Smiley's uncaring face came to mind and his sense of urgency increased. He didn't really suspect him- didn't seem like something he'd do- but he'd inquire as to his whereabouts. Frustrated, he went on. "There's a lot going on in my city and I can't protect them if I don't know what I am doing."
The pleading he'd allowed in his voice before had been for show. Now it was real. "Please. can you teach me?"
This was far more important than anything else.
Vega could be butt-hurt all he liked. Ivan was looking at the larger picture. That thug had beaten him and killed others. And there were guys like him and worse out there. He needed to train, to be stronger, to be ready. That trumped everything.
If that meant the feelings of men like Vega got run over, well....he could buy the guy a beer when they got together next time. He was probably a good cop or the Cap wouldn't have chosen him. Looked all serious and stuff but eh. Some guys just looked that way. And he had kinda shut him down real fast. So yeah, no hard feelings. Just more going on than he knew.
Thankfully the preacher had at least decided to stay. Ivan waited till Vega was gone and even then lowered his voice. "Sorry. He's probably a good cop but I imagine you don't want others involved."
And now, with the moment at hand....he wasn't sure where to start. Which startled him. And then that pissed him off. And then he decided to screw it and go on.
"You control the power. You healed me. My job is to protect people."
He nodded to the TV screen that was currently running a news feed- the terrorist attacks- along the bottom. A memory of Smiley's uncaring face came to mind and his sense of urgency increased. He didn't really suspect him- didn't seem like something he'd do- but he'd inquire as to his whereabouts. Frustrated, he went on. "There's a lot going on in my city and I can't protect them if I don't know what I am doing."
The pleading he'd allowed in his voice before had been for show. Now it was real. "Please. can you teach me?"
This was far more important than anything else.