"You could have chosen like Wiccan or Kate or somebody that is not me for this..." he was muttering. "I am nowhere near cool enough for this place. Don't get me wrong, I'm cool, but I'm cool in a 'oh hey, you're way too cool to be hanging at this science fair' cool, not 'fit in in a Kesha song' cool."
He knew why he'd been chosen. It was the same reason he was always chosen for missions he felt like a total awkward beetle in: the suit. It was all 'Beetle, we need you here to scan the thing' and 'Beetle, we'll need your lasers to pwew pwew at the thing' and 'Beetle, we need you to do that energy thing the scarab does where it messes with magnetic energy fields and makes that weird woop woop noise.'
Scanners were useful in a situation like that that might require tracking missing people.
But having appropriate powers for the job wasn't the same as being good at the other parts of the job, like not looking out of place as he stood there in his trendy clothes that he would've never worn in his free time in a million years.
"I am like radiating nerd right now." He glanced at Cho. "You. You are also radiating nerd. So much nerd. The scarab has a nerd detector and he says you're registering at 5400 kilo-Urkels."
He liked Cho, really he did, but the guy had this tendency to swagger around like he knew he was absolutely the smartest guy in the room, much like Tony did. It was just in the way he carried himself and talked and, you know. existed. That wasn't really some horrible crime when people like Cho and Tony really were often the smartest people in the room but Jaime had a thing about humility. So whenever he was around people like that, his sarcasm tended to be a mostly-gentle heat-seeking missile looking to cut them off at the knees and knock them down a peg or four.
He couldn't help it. After years of busting on Paco when he said cocky things, it was almost reflex.
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"You could have chosen like Wiccan or Kate or somebody that is not me for this..." he was muttering. "I am nowhere near cool enough for this place. Don't get me wrong, I'm cool, but I'm cool in a 'oh hey, you're way too cool to be hanging at this science fair' cool, not 'fit in in a Kesha song' cool."
He knew why he'd been chosen. It was the same reason he was always chosen for missions he felt like a total awkward beetle in: the suit. It was all 'Beetle, we need you here to scan the thing' and 'Beetle, we'll need your lasers to pwew pwew at the thing' and 'Beetle, we need you to do that energy thing the scarab does where it messes with magnetic energy fields and makes that weird woop woop noise.'
Scanners were useful in a situation like that that might require tracking missing people.
But having appropriate powers for the job wasn't the same as being good at the other parts of the job, like not looking out of place as he stood there in his trendy clothes that he would've never worn in his free time in a million years.
"I am like radiating nerd right now." He glanced at Cho. "You. You are also radiating nerd. So much nerd. The scarab has a nerd detector and he says you're registering at 5400 kilo-Urkels."
He liked Cho, really he did, but the guy had this tendency to swagger around like he knew he was absolutely the smartest guy in the room, much like Tony did. It was just in the way he carried himself and talked and, you know. existed. That wasn't really some horrible crime when people like Cho and Tony really were often the smartest people in the room but Jaime had a thing about humility. So whenever he was around people like that, his sarcasm tended to be a mostly-gentle heat-seeking missile looking to cut them off at the knees and knock them down a peg or four.
He couldn't help it. After years of busting on Paco when he said cocky things, it was almost reflex.