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every ship is equal, and no one is more powerful than the sea.
HOW TO PLAY
- Give me as many "five things" prompt for any characters or fandom that you know I'm into
- I will try to write it
- no promises.
COMPLETE
five moments of gay panic for victor
four times victor missed nathan before finding him again (and one time he really didn't)
five disastrous toasts from victor and nathan's big gay wedding
five things about avenger victor and supervillain karolina
five times chase and victor were not friends
five ways victor's bad end could've gone
four successful missions nathan and victor went on (and one that could have gone a lot better)
five moments inside the mentor's lounge
five times victor regretted letting nathan move in
fuck i had more but i'm too drugs to remember them i'll be back AGAIN
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victor
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chase
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eyyyyyyyy high five gross murder dreams
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im so pumped for these prompts dude
five times victor and chase were not friends
“My bad, right?” Chase says easily as they emerge fresh from a summoned hell, hands in his pockets and leaning back, not expecting to get punched. Victor’s getting better at not living up to people’s expectations.
“Two questions left, cabrón!” he snaps, shaking off Nico clawing at his arm. “You wanna waste the rest of them now?”
“Wasn’t a waste,” Chase grumbles and likely in a move he learned from a Bourne movie, tries to kick Victor’s legs out. It doesn’t work, since Chase isn’t the ninja he invasions himself as, but it hurts enough for Victor to stumble and kick right back.
"Blair Witch!” Nico cries and both boys are placed in a respective corner, similar to the ‘time-out’ spell she had to use on Molly a few weeks back, but this time with the victims forcibly facing the walls. She paces between them, staff raised, temper higher. “If I said we’re cool now, we’re cool,” she orders, voice sharp in the entryway of their new Malibu home. She rakes a hand through her hair, hissing, “Is that so hard to grasp here, people?”
She turns to talk with Chase in hushed tones, while Victor twists and grimaces in his own corner, eyes closed because that movie was messed up, why are you making me relive that?? Karolina chirps, "We never should’ve let Molly show you scary movies!" reaching for his bruised knuckles.
A week later the bruises and black eye have healed, and Chase leans against the dash, griping about Leapfrog calling him “Master Mancha” again. He puts his hand on Victor’s shoulder and his skin crawls so viscerally it shoots sparks through Chase’s fingertips.
"Sorry! I’m sorry!" Victor yelps and aches with how easy it is to smile and pretend not to hate someone deep into your processes. Must be how your dad did it.
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“So they heard all about your evil destiny and decided to let you in anyway, huh?” Chase drawls, leaning against the door frame. “Guess it helps your grandpa basically founded this thing.”
“Yeah, total nepotism,” Victor murmurs as he eases a stack of legalese ridden release forms onto his new desk. “I take it you’re not stoked.”
“I just told them it wasn’t a great idea to have Ultron Jr. on the team,” Chase shrugs. He’s older and somehow more built up, as if being a P.A gives him more of a chance to ‘roid our than being a teenage superhero did. Maybe that's from the deathmatch, or his brief stint as a celebrity- apparently they get paid to go to the gym or something. “But I guess you have a knack for joining up where you’re not wanted.”
Chase was always mean, that was fine, Victor admits, chewing the inside of his mouth. It’s not like he and Chase had the most functional friendship, even when they were on good terms, so yeah, fine. To the surprise of literally no one, him getting sent to the Murder World didn’t make him a kinder, gentler Chase. He can coat it in some concern for The Avengers, for the people he’s decided to run with years later, but Victor’s glad, with everything else that’s changed as they grew up, that the guy’s still an asshole. It shows a battle royale doesn’t have to strip away a person’s humanity, even if that humanity is him being a complete jerk.
Victor saw the games, hunched over his laptop and sick, his rescued friends’ numbers blaring from his cellphone, tempting him to break the silence, to check on them at last. The desperate, childish hope when the story broke that Chase and Nico had some kind of New Moore experience, that the deaths don’t matter on the island, that they were the ones hallucinating, with lost time or whatever excuse they were going with after the reality (non-reality) of his three years away crashed in on itself. But no, there it was in Youtube HD, for everyone to watch each agonizing moment. So he saw what Chase had to live through and he knows kid gloves and understanding are the right ways to act, no matter how mean Chase stayed. It’s what a good person would do.
“Actually,” Victor says over a shoulder, life insurance forms between his hands with plans for the future that may or may not include cyborg tyranny. “The way things work out in that bad end future of yours, I’d say I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Avenger or not, Victor’s fine not being good for now, as long as it’s better than Chase.
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The cool thing about being a highly advanced cybernetic being is that you don’t have to pull the emergency stop on the elevator. You can just mentally slam the thing to a halt around the fiftieth floor and watch Chase lurch against the far wall of the elevator. Victor keeps a current between himself and the floor so he doesn’t move an inch, braced for the sudden jolt, eyes fixed forward.
Chase cradles his bruised elbow in one hand, terrified looks shifting into low, resigned resentment. He pushes hair out of his eyes, stepping forward to jam at any button, as if the elevator is going to move without Victor asking it to.
“You’re a fucking dick,” he growls, glancing at the cyborg from the corner of his eyes.
“You wanna say something about me and Nathan, say it right here,” Victor replies, voice clear. He can feel the corner of his mouth turn, the ease it would be to fall into a smirk, to maybe drop the elevator halfway to the ground just to scare the other guy shitless. It would be easy, but not right. Avengers do the right thing, something that’s been an uphill battle since the nanites fused. “If you wanna be shitty about it, do it here. You and me.”
Chase scoffs, “Okay, you're both dicks.” When he stands his ground, jaw set, Chase continues, “Start the elevator, this isn’t funny.” Victor turns out the electricity to the cabin before Chase can hit the emergency call button, and his voice is shrill in the dark, “Hey, esé, you think I’m scared of you? If you can’t take a couple jokes, maybe you’re the one with the problem-”
“You’re the problem!” Victor cries and snaps his mouth shut, sparks more noticeable in the darkened elevator.
Chase sighs.
“It’s friggin weird okay.” What is, Victor hisses. “You being gay now.” The silence hanging between them is thicker than the darkness their eyes are adjusting to. Chase shifts his weight audibly, continuing, “I know we aren’t besties or whatever, but you go off the grid for a while and then you’re back and dating guys? I get we don’t hang out, but it’s just. Weird.” Vocabulary hasn’t ever been Chase’s strong suit, and Victor has a feeling ‘weird’ is a substitute word for something that might have actual emotional weight to it- not that either guy would want to admit it.
“Okay,” he says slowly, a little disappointed this didn’t go the route of death defying drops or a round of superpowered fisticuffs. When did he start preferring that over friendly reconciliation? Probably when Chase sucker punched Nathan, for starters. “You’re the one who pierced his ears, though,” Victor counters with a small grin, but Chase has never been good about being teased.
“Right, well,” he sniffs, and Victor can spot through the shadows that his shoulders are tossed back. “You’ve seen me naked, and I’ve seen you like, way more times than straight guys should see some other dude’s junk, so I guess I should’ve known you were gonna go queer.”
Victor twists his face in disgust, “Dios- So this means now you think I was thinking gay stuff about you?”
“Obviously!” he declares. “I mean if you’re gonna go after a rando European, and I’m way hotter than him.”
Vic resists the urge to gag. “Yeah, no.”
“Why not?” he asks, honest curiosity over his shrouded features. Chase staggers backwards again when the elevator kicks back to life, lights snapping on, wow we are not having this conversation. “What the hell! I have it on several gossip magazines' good authority I’d be a catch for numerous little wannabe starlets, you think you’re too good for that?”
Victor sputters in disagreement, betrayed by the inexplicable blush creeping up his neck.
“Ohh,” Chase says, turning from him, arms up. “I get it,” he nods sagely. “Not just thinking the occasional gay thing about my hot bod, huh?” He waves the topic aside with a sanctimonious smile. “You don’t have to say it, I saw it bad with Karolina and Nico, and I don’t wanna put you through that either. Your secret crush stays with me.”
“That is not what is happening,” he insists, hands through his hair, but fine, whatever, if it’ll get Chase to drop the whole thing, or at least feign civility, let him believe that.
This works until Chase and Nathan get into a snit fight three days later, and the assistant bites back with, “Well, your boyfriend is in love with me.” and Nathan laughs so hard he chokes on his Pad Thai.
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Karolina’s diplomatic mission with the Badoon went south, really south, and there’s been radio silence for just long enough Victor is willing to take Chase up on the offer to get extremely drunk.
“No boyfriends allowed, though,” he adds, shooting Nathan a sullen glare over Vic’s shoulder. Nathan tosses his hands up, leaning back at his own desk- they’ve been grounded on desk duty until Tony gets back from space.
“What a shame,” he bemoans. “I was looking forward to meeting your new boy toy.”
Chase has to pick the most dive bar he can find, because far be it for them to be grieving and safe, no they have to put their lives in danger between pints too.
“You called it a pint again,” Chase smirks and Victor burns red to his ears, no you imagined it, you’re drunk, Stienburger.
“It’s not fair!” Chase laments, three shots in. “She never called me from space! Well, I mean, yeah, she did sometimes. But she called you more.” Victor picks at the corner of the bottle’s label, an absent shrug. Chase rolls his eyes, “Guess if I’d been a gay too, I’d have got that honor.”
“She didn’t call me about gay stuff,” Victor counters, adding reluctantly under Chase’s unfocused but skeptical stare. “Not all the time. She probably thought you don’t like talking on the phone.”
“Who likes talking on the phone!” he moans.
“I like it,” Victor replies, processes slightly dulled enough to not fully think through that comment. He cringes, twisting on the barstool, adding hurriedly, “I don’t hate it.”
Chase grins around the neck of his bottle, “That in your programming?”
“Yeah,” he replies, sarcasm dripping. “I’m programmed to be fine with long phone conversations, it was probably something my mom put in so I’d always remember to call.”
“Smart lady,” Chase rolls his eyes, knocking back the rest of the drink in a fluid tip of his wrist. He slams the bottle down beside the fair collection he’s already amassed between them. “God this sucks.”
“I know,” Victor groans, scrubbing a hand over his eyes, trying not to think about where Karolina could be, what prison the last of the Majesdanians is languishing in.
“Nah, I mean drinking with you,” Chase counters, knocking shoulders with the other man. “You keep nursing that beer. Shouldn’t you be doing non-stop tequila shots or something.” That’s a hell of a stereotype, Victor says but Chase is already leaning over the bar to grab a bottle of José, keep a look out, cryborg.
( Victor staggers past, almost eating it when he leans down to kiss Nathan as he passes to clear the guest room. No way Chase is going to flag a cab home, he argues petulantly when Nathan points out that Chase is a dick and they don’t invite dicks to sleepover- not figurative ones anyway.
“He’ll just take a cab to another bar and probably die,” Victor slurs in that know-it-all tone, like being an expert on how Chase operates while intoxicated is anything to be proud of. He staggers down the hall, out of sight.
Nathan fixes an unsteady on his feet Chase with a firm stare. He’s just about to lay down some ground rules regarding puking when the Runaway cuts in,
“I get it, I’m shit,” he hisses, tugging his hair, eyes locked on the ceiling. “You don’t like me cause I’m fucked up through and through. But I’m not the worst thing to happen to our team, believe it or not.” Nathan protests that he dislikes Chase because he’s an asshole, and if you are motherfucking gonna say Vic is-- “No, idiot. Alex.” Chase fixes a squint at the other guy, “You dunno-- ‘Course you don’t, Small Wonder wasn’t there yet. Okay. Okay, well how about this.” Nathan groans audibly, but Chase pushes on with the Runaways recollection hour. “Alex was our friend and he sold us out to our parents. He tried to kill us because we didn’t wanna be crime lords too so we drowned him.” Nathan’s eyes open, he’d been trying to drown out the drone of Chase’s story, but that last piece is hard to miss. He glances to Chase from the corner of his eye, head resting against the back of the couch.
“You ever drowned?” Chase asks, arms folded tight over his chest. A small, tight nod. “Yeah. You’re not the only team that did shit to protect ourselves. But Not Vic.” Nathan leans forward, watching Chase try and say something nice about a guy is a little like watching Nico try to pay someone a compliment, like a dog walking on it's hind legs. “For being a future doombot he’s the only one who never- wait, when did we kill that DJ? Hold up, I think Vic was there-” Annnnnd then it's over.
“Okay, time for bed,” Nathan shakes his head, easing onto his feet and guiding Chase by his elbow into the guest room, handing him over to Victor, who’s already half asleep on the guestbed.
“You can’t both sleep here,” Nathan orders, dumping Chase to the bed and trying to coax the cyborg back onto his feet. He gives up after a few unsuccessful tries, throwing his hands in the air because, fine! But if Vic turns you gay don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“I won’t,” Victor assures him with such serious expression Chase laughs until he wheezes. )
“You are a good guy,” Chase mumbles after he’s calmed down and then Victor laughs, yeah right. “No, I mean it, you’re a good guy.” There’s enough booze between them to put down Tony on even his worst days, so Victor hesitates, not one hundred percent sure he heard properly. “You are, Vic. I really believe that. You’re a good fucking guy.”
Propped up on his elbows, Victor smiles, slow and sloppy and agrees, “Yeah, you’re a good guy too, Chase.” Chase’s friendly hold around him is like play-fighting with a wild animal, a snap of its jaws away from taking the game too far.
Chase bumps their foreheads together, voice throaty when he adds, “Until you’re not.”
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“Don’t worry, I have a plan!” Chase shouts over the thrum of shelling, the whine of the persistent fire alarm. The Avengers headquarters was built to withstand an assault from the outside, not so much an alien army materialization in the on-site R&D floors.
“Really?” Victor twists his neck back to look at him. They both duck for cover when a door is knocked off its hinges, but luckily its only from the force of air shooting through the hallway, no hostiles set into their cover room just yet. “I was just gonna throw shit at them until they stay down,” Victor shrugs, waiting until his ears stop ringing to speak again. “What was your plan?”
Chase grimaces, turning back to the shattered floor to ceiling windows. “Pretty much that,” he concedes, adding, “Okay, so now we both know the plan!” The Fistigons help him lift some of the heavier office furniture, and Victor is happy to haul out every lurching along old computer at the passing Chitauri. A tragic but heroic end for their processes, it’s a heroes death for stilted Windows 11.
“When are The Avengers getting here!” Chase hollers over a dying gasp from his weapons; they’ve run out of shit to throw. Victor side-eyes him. “I mean the real Avengers.” Fair enough.
“How much juice you got left?” Victor calls, standing shoulder to shoulder with the former teammate as the Chitauri sentries inch through the openings in the walls.
“None,” Chase gulps, before he notices the energy gathering in Victor’s palms. “Aw, hell yeah- are you gonna supercharge the fists?” Victor grins, shrugging with one shoulder before tossing over the power source to the Fistigons, which sputter out fire and electricity, enough to knock the approaching enemies into the East River.
“All right! We still got it, huh, Magniño?” Chase laughs, clapping him on the shoulder with a still warm gauntlet.
“Sounds like you guys had everything in control,” Nathan says over his book. Victor shrugs, towel wringing at his hair, still smelling ash and soot even after the shower. New York survived another day, but their headquarters and some of the onsite staff needed a cleanup when it was through.
“I guess,” he murmurs.
“You can restart the Runaways at this rate,” Nathan adds, feigning innocence when Victor tosses him a withering glare. “Can you not make that face? We both know I’m joking.”
“No, I get it,” Victor groans, sitting at the side of the bed, feet shuffling against the floor. “I- You know when you’re around someone and you used to be friends and you kinda forget all the bad stuff and you’re friends again?” Nathan squints, weighing this over in his mind, the difficult task of envisioning Chase as anything friendlier than a punch to the neck. “But then later you remember that actually you don’t like each other, or you had nothing in common, or all the shit you’ve pulled and it’s just-” He gestures obliquely. “It sucks.”
“No,” Nathan replies cheerfully after a pause, shutting the book with a snap. He stretches across the bed to shove his foot against Victor’s side, right between the ribs. “Not even a little.” Oh, great, thanks, Victor grumbles, batting his leg away. “What! I ran around with complete twats, every last one of ‘em.” Of course, so were the Runaways- boyfriend excluded- but Nathan keeps that observation well under wraps. “Forgive me if I don't waste everybody's time pining after the good old days.”
“'s not pining!" Victor writhes under the accusation. He tugs at a fresh bandage over one of the day's earlier burns. “You miss Kelly,” he counters petulantly.
“Parts a Kelly, yeah, who wouldn't. Not really the case with a twat we see everyday, who can't get a basic sandwich order right, neither.” He fixes Victor with a grin, arms out when that joke doesn't land, he's a robot fit to be fussed tonight. “Fuck's sake. You must’ve got serious brain damage if you’re gettin nostalgic for Chase,” he mutters, adding louder, kinder, “But I can see how it would suck. For you. You're downright delicate.” Mostly kinder, partly shitty.
Victor lies back against the blanket, swiping at Nathan when he tries another kick. “As usual I regret sharing anything with you.”
“D'you think Chase is crying about how you used to be mates to his girlfriend right now?” Nathan snickers, tossing his book aside as he leans over to hover his face over Victor's- yeah, he definitely still has some soot in his hair. “Who do you suppose it is tonight? Right hand or left? Maybe it's one of those pocket vagina sleeve things you order from Hong Kong or some shit.”
“From Hong Kong?” Victor raises his eyebrows.
“Ah, so I've heard, I've never looked into them myself.”
“Right,” Victor replies, unconvinced, tugging Nathan down over him.
BAM TWOFER'D
BUT I WAS ALREADY HERE!!!!!!!!!!
god i can’t tell you how many times i’ve reread this because. i love chase. JACKIE I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING WHEN I SAY THAT. but i do, i love chase so much because he is TOTAL GARBAGE and you write his garbageness perfectly. i never want to read fic by anybody who thinks chase is secretly a good guy. i just want this. this forever
MY BAD yeah right from the get-go chase is a DOUCHELORD. fjdslk god victor’s getting better at not living up to people’s expectations YOU GO ROBOCOP!! BUT ALSO, NO DON’T. fsdkjflskdjfsd every single time i laugh like an idiot at chase trying to be jason bourne and the two of them getting into a little kicking match IT’S JUST SUCH A FUNNY VISUAL but also, having tried the leg sweep thing many times myself, it is not as easy as it looks so i feel you chase.
FLSDKJF BLAIR WITCH god dammit that’s a good one, i’m so impressed :’) poor victor THAT WAS A MESSED UP MOVIE flksdj of course it was molly. i love you molly. LLSDKJ IF I SAID WE’RE COOL WE’RE COOL conflict resolution by nico minoru at its finest, truly. GOD BUT VICTOR FAKE SMILING AND FAKE APOLOGIZING FOR SHOCKING CHASE flksdj my hoarse little scream at must be how your dad did it. baby. baby NO
UHGHHHHHHHHHHH YESI’M SO HAPPY YOU WROTE CHASE BEING LIKE LOL THEY LET YOU IN? SO HAPPY flkjds scream of course he told them it wasn’t a good idea. of COURSE he did. whatever chase, like your two cents really has any weight to it!! ugh joining up where you’re not wanted, i’m telling you dude he’s the perfect little shithead in this i love it SO MUCH because it makes me hate him. THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW IT’S RIGHT!! ugh and being glad that growing up and going into a battle to the death didn’t make him any less of an asshole. which is totally understandable like. I HAVE FRIENDS LIKE THAT!! it’s so true. it’s comforting the way some things don’t really change even if those things are shitty as hell. flkdsj his basic humanity is being a jerk YEAH THAT’S A GOOD DESCRIPTION OF CHASE better than everyone and their mom calling him sweet in undercover
UGH VICTOR WATCHING THE ARENA MAKES ME WANT TO CRYPUKE and everyone calling him and him ignoring them oh my god :(( MAYBE IT WAS A NEW MOORE EXPERIENCE SCREAM MAYBE THE DEATHS DON’T COUNT SCREAMMMMMM oh my god i LOVE THAT because it’s a totally desperate and futile hope but one that makes LOGICAL SENSE for victor to believe in and sob. sobbb nope it’s all there on the youtubes :( sorry bro.
oh my god i wish you could’ve seen my total whiplash between nodding along like yes, yes absolutely, chase deserves a little gentleness, that is how a good person would treat him to HAHAHAHA BUT YOU’RE NOT A GOOD PERSON ARE YOU VICTOR!!! ATTABOY!!!!! i MAY have fistpumped. okay i totally fistpumped. i fistpumped rereading it for the 15th time too IT’S JUST SO SATISFYING like look we all know chase is shitty but guess what victor is too and this is just the perfect showcase of it. i fucking love it so much. I’M EXACTLY WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE victor you fucker!!!! oh well he’s still good compared to chase, which, uh. set the bar low buddy. that’s the way to go
HAHAHAHHAHA VICTOR SLAMMING THE ELEVATOR WHILE CHASE FLIPS OUT LIKE :-”!!!!!!!!! love of miiiiiine ;3; my cyborg prince. f;lksjdj GOD how easy it would be to drop the elevator AVENGERS DO THE RIGHT THING okay yes, yes they do, so don’t do that, but also………. they do the awesome thing so DO do that. LFKJSD FUCKING “ESE” CHASE. SHUT THE FUCK UP. oh my god he’s every idiot white boy i’ve ever known in that instance, i hatelove it somuch.
ugh IT’S JUST WEIRD and weird being what he uses instead of what he actually means because ew gross feelings!! there are no feelings here feelings are for MOS rldkjs ugh and being disappointed this didn’t end in a fistfight. look nathan would be too okay. FLKSJD AND CHASE CAN’T TAKE GETTING TEASED i love it i love it i love him. except then flkdhslkj LOOK I AM JUST LITERALLY NEVER OVER CHASE BEING THAT FUCKING GUY WHO’S LIKE YOU’RE GAY? OH WELL OBVIOUSLY YOU’RE ATTRACTED TO ME! flskdjf ugh it’s SO FUCKING REAL and SO INFURIATING flkjsdflkjsd some rando european. excuse the absolute fuck out of you!!
flkjsadpofijasdkl AND THEN HE’S LIKE OHHH DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT I DON’T WANNA BE A HOMEWERECKER hfd8psa9iojf;alksdjfiahpousdhfjkalsdjf fucking. CHASE. fucking chase. i swear to god. flksjd YOUR BOYFRIEND IS IN LOVE WITH ME HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA oh chase you wish you very well wish
THE BADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON karolina no :(( please be safe. TONY BE SAFE TOO lkjdsf ugh and chase NO BOYFRIENDS ALLOWED! trust and believe that is one drinking invitation nathan is not at all sore about turning down. HAHAHAHA VICTOR CALLING THEM PINTS i secretly love every time victor slips up on a britishism hahahahahaha YOU’RE FUCKED BUDDY. lfkjsd steinburger!! ugh i can’t help it they’re so cute when they’re sort of mostly getting along. buddies :( BUDDIES WHO ARE SAD ABOUT THEIR MISSING FRIEND! FAMILY!!!
sdjrapoijsdlkj fucking chase. IT’S NOT FAIR SHE NEVER CALLS ME well sometimes. flksjdlfkjsd i fucking love this because imagine what karolina and chase even talk about on the phone. GOD chase on the phone. I’VE HAD ENOUGH STILTED PHONE CONVERSATIONS WITH MY BRO-IEST DUDE FRIENDS IT’S SO PAINFUL THEY’RE SO BAD ON THE PHONE fldskjflsdkj god poor karolina. flkdsj she MOSTLY didn’t call about gay stuff. lbr vic it was lot of gay stuff. lkfjs PROGRAMMED TO LOVE TALKING ON THE PHONE marianella had her priorities straight with that one. FLKJDS YOU’RE A SHITTY DRINKING BUDDY HEY WATCH MY BACK WHILE I STEAL BOOZE oh my god chase. sometimes he and nathan are distressingly alike, nam flashbacks to lau’s for sure
UUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE CHASE COMING BACK TO THE APARTMENT TO CRASH AND NATHAN BEING LIKE NO NO AND ALSO HELL NO. and chase being all self-deprecating and flksdj god!! I’M NOT THE WORS TTHING TO HAPPEN TO OUR TEAM oh my god don’t start do not even fucking start. I LOVE THAT TWO SENTENCE SUMMARY OF ALEX SO MUCH holy shit stein that is a lot to unpack. and the split second where he thinks chase is actually going to say something nice about victor flksjdflkj NOPE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, IT COULDN’T LAST!! oh my god and these stupid idiots passing out together GOD flksdj if vic turns you gay don’t say i didn’t warn you. once again chase you very well wish FLKDSJ “I WON’T” YEAH VICTOR LIKE YOU REALLY HAD A LOT OF CONTROL OVER IT THE FIRST TIME
ugh jesus i will never be over you’re a good guy until you’re not. OUCH. FUCKING OUCH that STILL stings like a motherfucker. ugh play-fighting with a wild animal I JUST. LOVE HOW YOU WRITE CHASE SO MUCH. IS THAT A BETTER OR WORSE COMPLIMENT THAN ME LOVING HOW YOU WRITE HENK PEM?? it’s just so good dude it’s perfect YOU’RE PERFECT if only they’d given runaways to you
LFKJSDLKJ AHHHHHH CHITAURI IN R&D no no no not the robots i screeched SOMEBODY SAVE DUM-E!!!!! flksdjflj i was just gonna throw shit at them. being of higher intelligence indeed. although in fairness it’s a good plan fKLDSJ THROWING ANCIENT COMPUTERS AT THEM victor stops those are like your family. your elderly decrepit family!! UGH AND CHARGING UP THE FISTIGONS AND THEIR BUDDY COP RELATIONSHIP IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE oh but nothing good can stay, sorry victor
fksdljflkjsdlkj restart the runaways shut the fuck up nathan god UGH BUT. BEING FRIENDS AGAIN UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ALL THE SHIT THAT WENT DOWN ugh that part is also way too real. who hasn’t been there. and this has murder and sacrifice on top of it!! flkjsd sob just poor victor, i feel for him so bad because IT SUCKS MAN. lkfsjd and nathan being like NOPE NEVER BEEN THERE SOUNDS LAME!! i just will always love the differences in their approaches to their old teams and how nathan might miss the asbo shitheads individually sometimes (uh some more than others sorry alisha it’s not you it’s me) and even though he might get jealous of their camaraderie sometimes he still doesn’t miss the team because fuck that, he walked away from them in the end. BUT VICTOR GOT LEFT BEHIND AND HE’S SO DESPERATE TO BELONG OF COURSE HE GETS ALL NOSTALGIC FOR HIS FRIENDS AND HIS TEAM!! flksdjflksdj you’re downright delicate, yeah that’s basically the short version of that. nathan is such a dick YOU DO IT SO WELL I’D HATE IT IF I DIDN’T LOVE IT SO MUCH
LKFJSDAOPIFJSD POCKET. VAGINA SLEEVES. JACKIE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU FOR REFERENCING POCKET VAGINA SLEEVES FROM HONG KONG I KNOW THAT MUST HAVE BEEN HARD FOR YOU TO DO hrsdlkfjasdflkj i’m so proud
ugh UGH i just love this so much. DON’T THINK ME TAKING FOREVER TO RESPOND TO IT MEANS I LOVE IT ANY LESS god i’ve reread it PROBABLY every single day because i just. fucking. love. when you write the runaways I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH and i’m so pumped i got all this lovely douchiness for both chase and victor *A* never stop okay YOU HAVE A GIFT THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT WITH ME I FEEL SO LUCKY