Molly doesn't trust Sam. It's not that she actively distrusts him, but he is a grownup, which means he doesn't get trusted. And Nico pretty much doesn't seem to trust anybody, but Molly thinks that they can probably trust Jack and Bunny, even though they're technically really really old. And she's only 12, and Nico will probably not like it, but Nico doesn't know everything, and Molly still believes in Santa and everything.
Maybe even before you're grown up, you grow up too much to know things for sure without any solid reasons.
It doesn't hurt, of course, that Molly knows that sort of forced patience. That 'we really don't have time for this but I'm not gonna just yell at you to do it' sort of patience. Nico has it, a lot. And Victor sometimes. Chase mostly just yells, but sometimes he tries, even if he's bad at it. And even if Jack's been magic for ages and ages, he was probably a kid when he started being magic, and magic stops you growing up, right? Like Never Never Land, where Peter Pan lived there for ages and ages, and he was still a kid. Not like, a grownup in a kid's body, but a kid inside, too. Because of magic.
None of this is a conscious thought process in Molly's head, of course, but it's all rattling around in there somewhere when she looks at Jack and listens to what he's trying to explain, and seeing how scared and tired he is. So before she answers, she just steps forward and flings her arms around his neck in a tight hug. 'Cause he clearly needs one.
"I can probably kick their butts just fine," she says seriously, a little muffled by his sweatshirt. "As long as I won't get in trouble for doing it."
She lets out a breath and lets go of Jack, stepping back and looking up at Nico. "We should go with them. Jack and Bunny won't hurt us and we gotta stay somewhere. As long as Iron Man's not there, it'll be okay." She says this with that sort of pure belief that some kids have that their dads can save them from anything, that their moms will always love them. The kind of belief that Molly had that Chase didn't die in that explosion in New York, that Old Lace had saved him. And hey, Nico - she was right that time, wasn't she?
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Maybe even before you're grown up, you grow up too much to know things for sure without any solid reasons.
It doesn't hurt, of course, that Molly knows that sort of forced patience. That 'we really don't have time for this but I'm not gonna just yell at you to do it' sort of patience. Nico has it, a lot. And Victor sometimes. Chase mostly just yells, but sometimes he tries, even if he's bad at it. And even if Jack's been magic for ages and ages, he was probably a kid when he started being magic, and magic stops you growing up, right? Like Never Never Land, where Peter Pan lived there for ages and ages, and he was still a kid. Not like, a grownup in a kid's body, but a kid inside, too. Because of magic.
None of this is a conscious thought process in Molly's head, of course, but it's all rattling around in there somewhere when she looks at Jack and listens to what he's trying to explain, and seeing how scared and tired he is. So before she answers, she just steps forward and flings her arms around his neck in a tight hug. 'Cause he clearly needs one.
"I can probably kick their butts just fine," she says seriously, a little muffled by his sweatshirt. "As long as I won't get in trouble for doing it."
She lets out a breath and lets go of Jack, stepping back and looking up at Nico. "We should go with them. Jack and Bunny won't hurt us and we gotta stay somewhere. As long as Iron Man's not there, it'll be okay." She says this with that sort of pure belief that some kids have that their dads can save them from anything, that their moms will always love them. The kind of belief that Molly had that Chase didn't die in that explosion in New York, that Old Lace had saved him. And hey, Nico - she was right that time, wasn't she?