Milly is a firm believer in rewards after hard work, and if kicking D-lister butt isn't hard work, then she doesn't know what is. Okay, so, maybe not as hard work as busting up some serious supervillains or taking on TRIDENT affiliates, but between that whole musical fiasco and the time travel nonsense she and Raiden still haven't really talked about, Milly has seen enough hard work that she thinks a little treat is warranted.
Which is why she's dragged Raiden out for ice cream after a long evening's work of patrolling.
She insists on making him wait while she changes back into civilian clothes before they head to her favorite ice cream place -- not too far from the apartment she shares with Teddy, and a childhood favorite. She used to go here with her parents before her mother died, and with her father after that, but her relationship with her dad has been...pretty lacking lately. Crazy how secretly installing a transforming gun into your kid's hand might disrupt father-daughter relations a little. She's not talking to him much lately.
But none of that shows in Milly's sunny disposition even as the last traces of daylight slip under the horizon; she's absolutely bouncing as they arrive. It's one of those road-side ice cream stands, basically a glorified hut with counter service and it's obviously been here a while. "Here we are," Milly declares proudly, hands on hips. "They've got at least eighty different flavors of soft serve, see?" There is, in fact, a very long list on the board next to the service window. "So, what's your favorite, huh? I mean, you have had ice cream before, right?"
Raiden is an expert at ignoring life's problems - it's one of the qualities TRIDENT liked in him, after all. So dancing around the issue of how fucking weird and downright distressing things have been lately is basically the natural way of things for him. Milly seems to be doing fine, and she knows he's there if she needs to talk so... No big deal, right.
"This might surprise you, but I've had ice cream at least twice before." Ha. Joking. It's almost like he's a functional human.
The question of his favourite flavour actually gives Raiden pause though, and he spends a while staring at the list like he's totally new to the concept of ice cream flavours. He remembers the first time he had ice cream; someone at the Stateside relief centre had brought ice cream for the children (and immediately got told off,) but Jack hadn't liked it. It was too sweet.
He's had it countless times since then - it's hardly as if it's some rare, luxury item that only the elite can get their hands on - but that's the thing that comes to mind when he tries to remember his favourite flavour. Raiden heaves a sigh, shaking his head as if it's just the long list giving him problems. "... Vanilla?"
Honestly he's not even sure if he can handle ice cream in this body, but if it goes wrong then that's a fun story for Newt to have about him.
Milly grins at that almost-joke, clearly delighted. There's hope for you yet, Raiden. She's glad for a little levity and is hoping to score some more -- it helps put distance between the terrifyingly bleak Riden she'd met in the future and the one here with her now. It'd been a chilling experience. It's not as though the Raiden she knows now is exactly a beam of sunshine, but the empty shell, concerned only with revenge until there'd been hardly anything left...it had been heartbreaking to see. She knows things have been hard for him already -- the last thing she wants is for things to get any harder. That she could be the cause of it just hurts.
"Vanilla it is," Milly allows with a decisive nod, and then she flashes him a bright grin. "But you have to at least try mine. Deal?"
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Which is why she's dragged Raiden out for ice cream after a long evening's work of patrolling.
She insists on making him wait while she changes back into civilian clothes before they head to her favorite ice cream place -- not too far from the apartment she shares with Teddy, and a childhood favorite. She used to go here with her parents before her mother died, and with her father after that, but her relationship with her dad has been...pretty lacking lately. Crazy how secretly installing a transforming gun into your kid's hand might disrupt father-daughter relations a little. She's not talking to him much lately.
But none of that shows in Milly's sunny disposition even as the last traces of daylight slip under the horizon; she's absolutely bouncing as they arrive. It's one of those road-side ice cream stands, basically a glorified hut with counter service and it's obviously been here a while. "Here we are," Milly declares proudly, hands on hips. "They've got at least eighty different flavors of soft serve, see?" There is, in fact, a very long list on the board next to the service window. "So, what's your favorite, huh? I mean, you have had ice cream before, right?"
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"This might surprise you, but I've had ice cream at least twice before." Ha. Joking. It's almost like he's a functional human.
The question of his favourite flavour actually gives Raiden pause though, and he spends a while staring at the list like he's totally new to the concept of ice cream flavours. He remembers the first time he had ice cream; someone at the Stateside relief centre had brought ice cream for the children (and immediately got told off,) but Jack hadn't liked it. It was too sweet.
He's had it countless times since then - it's hardly as if it's some rare, luxury item that only the elite can get their hands on - but that's the thing that comes to mind when he tries to remember his favourite flavour. Raiden heaves a sigh, shaking his head as if it's just the long list giving him problems. "... Vanilla?"
Honestly he's not even sure if he can handle ice cream in this body, but if it goes wrong then that's a fun story for Newt to have about him.
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"Vanilla it is," Milly allows with a decisive nod, and then she flashes him a bright grin. "But you have to at least try mine. Deal?"