the first time captain rip hunter meets captain eve baxter, he’s named michael carter and she, bonnie baxter. she’s the one greeting them - the lady who has introduced herself as mrs xavier and himself - at the door of the so-called refuge, a smile on her face, her light hair neatly tucked between her ears and her hands clasped in front of her. she barely looks two years older than her and still, she exudes a confidence that makes him feel younger than he is. he restrains the urge to hide his face into mrs xavier’s long coat and stands up straighter, staring back at her even if her attention’s mostly on the older woman.
“i trust you’ve had a nice travel, mother,” she starts, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
her tone sounds slightly haughty and if it wasn’t for her somehow, genuine, smile and curious glint in her eyes, he would’ve probably spit the clever retort that has been rolling on his tongue since he had been picked up from the center. instead, he pokes his tongue in his cheek and lets himself by pushed in by mrs xavier’s gentle hand.
“we did, bonnie, thank you very much,” she takes a quick look around the pantry, tutting fondly when kids passed them, laughing, “and i can see you’ve held the fort in my absence.”
her smile widens and as she ducks her head to hide a blush, a few rogue strands fall back into her eyes. it makes her vulnerable, it makes her less perfect-like and, for some reason, it makes him like her.