"Can I trust you?" (PAFP, GxG)

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    Song looked affectionately at the child in her hands as if it were hers. Then she looked up at the mother with her same cold looking expression through her piercing eyes. "You're baby has teeth which means that they'll hurt at this age. She needs to bite something and releave the pain. Here." she brought a 5 dollar bill out of her pant pocket that she had found on the street, sticking in the snow. "Use it to buy a teething ring." she almost sounded like she was demanding it, but it was really just her speaking. She always sounded harsh so she refused to talk to people.


    "Oh no, I couldn't take your money."


    "Please, I insist." Song sounded just a tad bit annoyed and the women picked it up quickly. She the bill and thanked her, but Song didn't give the child over. Not yet anyway. Then she started to sing. It was quiet, but some if they listened could hear it. She was singing that one song from the movie Rapunzel. She once watched it with little kids at the library and it stuck in her head. The baby seemed to be soothed by her voice, just as many as the other passengers were. To think a cold girl could have such a warm voice. After the baby had fallen asleep in her arms, she passed the baby back.


    "Singing might help too." she added softly and she returned to her sit. Ah, good they had almost reached their stop.


    Clio had watched, curious at first as she saw Song being benevolent. Then she had started to sing. Now, Clio could have guessed with her name actually being Song she could have some sort of singing talent. It never seemed to pass through her thought process though. Song's voice was a warm melodic sound that would soothe anyone listening's ears. A smile threatened to tug up the corners of her mouth- which never happened. Something about Song was different- in a good way.


    "I didn't know you could sing," Clio arched her almost perfect eyebrows when Song came back over and sat down in her seat again, "You should sing more often with your voice sounding like that." She offered with a ghost of a smile. She cast one last smoky gaze back at the mother and sleeping infant to confirm what she had just seen.


    When Clio had first ran up to Song she had seemed distant, slightly fearful, and not trusting at all. But this was a different side, a softer side of Song that she had just now seen the infant bring out in her. A side Clio knew she should be aware of. But never the more, Clio found herself enjoying Song's company more every few seconds.


    "So where do we get off the bus?" Clio asked song after a few seconds of silence. She pushed back stray chestnut locks that threatened to get in her face again as she watched Song for an answer with (she hated herself for it) a sliver of relief and the tiniest speck of trust in her smoky gray gaze.

    Song looked down at her combat boots and, was that a bit of a blush forming on her face? She was proud that the girl had complimented her singing. Wait, why did she care? Could it be that she was happy someone had gave her a compliment? She hadn't really received praise from anyone because, well she didn't even speak to anyone so how could she? Though she shouldn't have been happy that one person, espscially this person, had complimented her. She was a Shield agent for crying out loud! This was the person/group she should keep her distance from, not accepting compliments from. Though here they were, going to her home. Her last home in Manhatten after the girl left, if she left peacfully. God, what had she done.


    As this war raged through her head, she almost completely blocked out what the girl had said on pure accident. Crap, now what? Song turned to look at her, stare into the beautiful grey eyes.... Wait why had she described them like that? Though what she saw in those eyes was a hint of relief and, was that trust? What a fool the girl must be for trusting a beast like her. If she got to close then.... No, she didn't want to think of that. All she had heard was 'off the bus'. Oh! Right they were still in the bus. She looked out the window on the other side.


    She then stood up as the bus came to a halt. "We get off now." she said in her once again demanding tone. She silently cursed as she stepped over the girl and got off the bus. She nodde to the bus driver when he said good bye and Song just stood in front of the building in front of therm before proceeding. She didn't want the people on the bus to know she lived here.


    Clio watched as Song ducked her head. Was that a blush she detected appearing across Song's cheeks or was it a trick of the light on her eyes? Clio smiled inwardly with only the very faint remain of a growing ghost of a smile. She watched the light dance around Song's face as the girl looked up with a slightly bewildered expression. Had she heard a word Clio said? Didn't matter, Song still had an answer when the bus stopped moving on the road.


    Clio followed after Song as she stepped off the bus's steps and down beside Song. She felt her arms for coldness (an instinct) and felt her own blush blossoming across her cheeks as he realized she still had Song's jacket on. Wait, she had just referred to Song as Song, not target. Huh, when did she start doing that? She stuffed her hands in her jean pockets in thought and felt the cold form of the earwig. Reality seemed to jolt back to her as she slowly covered her smoky gray eyes in a slow, comprehending blink. She was here on a mission. But what was her 'mission' turning in to?


    "Do you know where the bathroom is?" She looked apologetically at Song without a hint of lie in her eyes. It was true, she actually did have to use the bathroom but that was only a side reason of her wanting to use the bathroom. She needed to contact somebody before they sent in a retraction team to 'save' her since she hadn't contacted anybody for a while.