Scott was first puzzled, then a little uneasy at Sloane's choice.
"Switching pantheons on me?" he said cautiously. He had, after all, met an incarnation of a powerful Norse god, who occasionally doubled as an unassuming physician. Maybe there really was more to Sloane than met the eye. But nah, that was silly.
"Just for the record. I had nothing to do with cloning Thor. The guys you want for that are. . ." He grinned. "Ahh, never mind." Then, with an assessing look at Sloane, he said, "Odin's not such a bad identity. I'm not a big fan of his . . .ahh, brother, is it?"
Scott was tempted to mention his own experiences with Asgard, but he decided to leave it for another day; possibly some time when he was really really drunk. Which didn't happen often, and possibly never would in front of Sloane. Once you knew a man well enough to drink and let your guard down, maybe then you could talk about the time you and your teammates fought Loki to a draw.
Sloane's question took him a little by surprise. Scott didn't recall ever being asked what he would have named himself. "It's probably just as well I didn't get to pick my name. I probably would have gone with something hideously uncreative like 'Laser Boy'. And then --" In a self-mocking tone, he said, "Then Marvel Girl would never have taken me seriously." He shook his head. "We really were such kids."
Thinking about Jean, and the old days, sent him back through a complex series of emotions, some of them in places he doesn't really want to go. He reminded himself that this was a professional conversation -- what was it about Sloane that made Scott feel constantly on the verge of confessing to him? -- and sorted back through Sloane's remarks for something neutral he could grab hold of. "The day you got here. You said you met Logan?"
Oh, good one, Summers subconscious. Way to go for the neutral subject.
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Date: 2007-06-22 06:42 pm (UTC)"Switching pantheons on me?" he said cautiously. He had, after all, met an incarnation of a powerful Norse god, who occasionally doubled as an unassuming physician. Maybe there really was more to Sloane than met the eye. But nah, that was silly.
"Just for the record. I had nothing to do with cloning Thor. The guys you want for that are. . ." He grinned. "Ahh, never mind." Then, with an assessing look at Sloane, he said, "Odin's not such a bad identity. I'm not a big fan of his . . .ahh, brother, is it?"
Scott was tempted to mention his own experiences with Asgard, but he decided to leave it for another day; possibly some time when he was really really drunk. Which didn't happen often, and possibly never would in front of Sloane. Once you knew a man well enough to drink and let your guard down, maybe then you could talk about the time you and your teammates fought Loki to a draw.
Sloane's question took him a little by surprise. Scott didn't recall ever being asked what he would have named himself. "It's probably just as well I didn't get to pick my name. I probably would have gone with something hideously uncreative like 'Laser Boy'. And then --" In a self-mocking tone, he said, "Then Marvel Girl would never have taken me seriously." He shook his head. "We really were such kids."
Thinking about Jean, and the old days, sent him back through a complex series of emotions, some of them in places he doesn't really want to go. He reminded himself that this was a professional conversation -- what was it about Sloane that made Scott feel constantly on the verge of confessing to him? -- and sorted back through Sloane's remarks for something neutral he could grab hold of. "The day you got here. You said you met Logan?"
Oh, good one, Summers subconscious. Way to go for the neutral subject.