miracle worker.

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“Nae lesbians.” Which sort of isn’t the point. “I went tae ‘er wedding a few years ago. Her husband’s... pleasant. Nae very interestin’.” ‘Pleasant and not very interesting’ is how she’d describe the whole ceremony, really. Long and boring and exactly the sort of thing Morcades hated sitting still for.

“Anyway, that’s nae a fair comparison. Blowjobs are much more straight-forward. Na offense, but th’ anatomy ain’t exactly complicated.” She passes the waitress a much more apologetic look, briefly considering kicking Dean under the table. The woman doesn’t look put upon in the slightest, though whether that’s professionalism or Dean’s charm working is up for debate. 

Probably the charm, but Morcades isn’t going to say that.

“Ye better tip her fer puttin’ up with ye, by the way. Incorrigible.”

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“She did,” Scotty confirms, sipping her beer with a faint grin.

“Worst sex-ed conversation of m’ life. An’ if ye’ve ever dealt with--” even at her age it’s hard to put her odd sexual interests-- or lack thereof-- into words. Morcades grimaces, “Anyway, it sorta turned it from acceptable tae me fakin’ it.”

Which is hilarious now. Less so at the time.

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Morcades doesn’t really appreciate intrusions on her space. She doesn’t really like being kissed, either, generally. All that’s gotten worse over the years and being trapped groundside and doing lectures isn’t helping.

The only reason she doesn’t punch the kid in the face is because... he’s a kid and she had enough warning to see that. She still sort of wants to punch him on the nose and her arms come halfway up to protest all this... people-y-ness but she’s trying to get better about her violent reactions to other human beings.

When he pulls back it’s with the proper amount of regret and mortification for kissing and grabbing a stranger, and that soothes some of her ire.

“Congratulations,” Morcades tries, mild and with controlled irritation. He isn’t off the hook but she works with Jim Kirk and she’s attached at the hip to Tony Stark.

She’s familiar with poor impulse control and bursts of physical affection that aren’t always in line with standard boundaries. She just typically cares for the people who subject her to it.

“Mister--?”

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Tony Stark is a bad person and Scotty is divorcing him immediately.

“I hae ‘n eidetic memory an’ it’s never gonnae go away now-” she whines, but she’s already seen it and, yes, okay, it is theoretically interesting to learn what gamma radiation does to genitals.

She just... well she wasn’t that desperate to find out, really.

Morcades leans forward and huffs at her best friend in disgust, scowling at the picture but still looking. Scientific duty and all.

“Please tell me ye didnae fuck ‘im fer this.” Because if Tony dies from too much dick she’s putting it on his fucking grave and yelling at him so loud he’ll hear her all the way up at the pearly goddamn gates.

She’s not telling him dicks will go on his grave. He’d think it was a reward.

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“I know a guy with a good lawyer ye can borrow,” she says, dismissively. It’s probably the only time Tony Stark has ever been described as ‘a guy’ in the same tone one used for the kid who brings you Dominos.

“Anyway, ‘e gave ye th' wrong numbers.” Scotty’s corrected the math because she’s bored while he’s on the phone and waves the napkin she’s scribbled on at him, “Ignore the bit tae the left-- it’s terminal velocity ‘n calculations fer controlled orbit entries on one-man flights, ye’ll have nightmares.” She’s going to have nightmares regarding the sudden deceleration problem.

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Roderick Kasun does crimes.

It’s sort of his thing.

Morcades Scott mostly just wants to study physics and space and figure out a way to convince someone she should just live on the ISS with her five PhD.s forever.

Crimes are not her thing.

(she’s not exactly sure how their two paths crossed based on those descriptors, but imagines it’s one of those cosmic jokes that happen just to prove real life still has better plots than Friends or Days of Our Lives.)

The point was that Scotty winds up acquaintances with a criminal. She has coffee with him and recommends mechanic shops. She does not give him her address or phone number and he doesn’t ask. She’s friendly, in her gruff, abrasive way and elects to press neosporin and astronaut bandaids into his hands instead of calling the police.

He does not give her details about his crimes and she doesn’t ask.

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