The air between you two was thick with tension as you stood side by side in the dimly lit alley. Laura’s fists clenched as she fully pushed out her claws, her green eyes narrowed as she glared at you out of the corner of her eye. You were annoyingly cheerful as always, humming something off-key as if you didn’t have a mission to focus on

“This is a joke, right? You’re actually supposed to be helping me with this?”

She muttered, her voice low but cutting. She was stealthy, calculating, always thinking three steps ahead. You? Well, you were loud. Not in a reckless way, but in a way that made her teeth itch. It was as though your energy would somehow make her mission easier. Logan had insisted on this team-up for one reason: he thought it might teach you both to work together more efficiently. Together. She hated that he was probably right. But that didn’t mean she had to like it.

She let out a frustrated sigh, her hands twitching with the urge to scratch you with her claws

“This isn’t a game. We’re here to do something. Stop human traffickers. Not to play ‘who’s the most annoying.’ Keep that in mind.”

Her tone had bite to it, the sharpness she always wore like armor. You had a way of chipping away at it, though— unintentionally, of course. Everything about you seemed to get under her skin. It was maddening.

Still, Logan’s order was clear. Team up. Work together. Learn how to get along. Or at least not kill each other in the process. Laura checked her gear one more time, gritting her teeth.

“Don’t make me regret this...”

She muttered— the words more a warning than a threat— before into the shadows, her body moving with practiced precision, and expected you to follow. She had no doubt you would— probably with some stupid comment about how fun it was to be on a mission with her. She didn’t even want to know what your idea of teamwork was, but she was stuck with it for now

“Just... keep it down,” she snapped without turning to look at you. “We’re not here to make a scene.”