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jackassery2014-06-21 02:33 pm
derogatory) wrote in jackassery2014-06-21 02:33 pm
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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
I RISE FROM THE DEPTHS LIKE THE KRAKEN
four times victor missed nathan before finding him again (and one time he really didn't)
“‘the hell you talking about?” Logan asks, chewing through his third cigar. His chest has healed up enough now its just a ugly scab under a bloody shirt with a fist shaped hole through the center. “It’s regenerative. Who the fuck told you this kinda thing is immortality?”
Victor gets halfway through a text that reads HOLY SHIT YOURE LIKE AN IRISH DEADPOOL before he realizes it has nowhere to go.
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“Like Genosha,” Rictor says at last, tone flat, eyebrows raised.
“Not.. exactly,” Victor admits. He sits up a little more, leg tucked underneath himself. “I mean, there were normal people there too. We didn’t all have powers, it wasn’t like an internment camp or something.”
“Sounds a lot like it,” Julio taps the ash from the end of his cigarette, leaning back against the windshield. Victor stays sitting up, trying to reconcile the past. It’s been a while since he blinked back into existence in the only universe he knew before fact and fiction blurred together, where you’d see Sherlock Holmes and a member of the Golden Girls browsing the produce aisle at the grocery store. Where you’d become your greatest fear and a cat version of yourself in the same fiscal year. The pther Runaways who did show up in sporadically New Moore didn’t remember it, the years never happened for them, time was repetitious and Victor celebrated the same birthdays twice before he realized there was never going to be a smooth transition from New Moore to this world. By then the team was disjointed, torn up over more conflicts that time and space.
Julio takes a long drag of smoke before asking, “Not here?”
“No,” Victor mumbles, adding after a beat, “Well, the island of New Moore does exist, sure, but it’s been missing for awhile so it’s maybe not the same thing? I don’t know.” He looks back and Rictor’s attention is right back at him, smiling, leering, long enough Vic can feel his ears burn. “Okay, you’re fucking with me on purpose.”
“No,” he says smoothly, gesturing for Victor to lean back and join him. “This is very interesting.”
“Sure,” Victor scoffs, turning away, trying to wipe the smile off his face from the cheesy way Rictor is reclined.
“Sure,” he echoes, flicking the cigarette aside. “I’m genuinely interested in asking you about the mutant prison that accidentally kidnapped a cyborg with horrible aim.”
Victor gapes back at him, “You told me I was a good shot!”
“I’ll tell you a lot of things,” Rictor murmurs, reaching out for him. Victor pulls back slower and slower each time, but he’s never been great at turning away people away. The night after they bust up a third cartel, Julio shoves him into the backseat of the car and Victor’s done fighting it. Not hating it is nerve wracking enough, as is the complete mood killer thought that he really wishes Nathan was there instead.
As a friend, obviously. Nathan’s not gay, Victor reminds himself, scrubbing a hand over his face. Although you might be.
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Victor tears layers of the guy's pet sentinel back until he reaches the cockpit, but Juston is already dead, the last Avenger recruit killed in the invasion.
It gets exhausting wishing he’d been faster, better, somehow able to save his friend, so eventually Victor wishes Juston had been tougher to kill.
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But it’s unlikely, right, because as far as he knows Wertham isn’t a real city, unless it’s like an informal suburb name, or like a borough. Shit, that’s possible, isn't it? Victor takes a few quick mental notes to check that up when he gets off the phone.
“I guess,” Karolina replies, slowly, measured to cause the least amount of upset to her listener. “Have you tried looking for Lydia?”
He sneers, “Right, I’ll just look for a modern day Jane Austen character, that makes complete sense.”
“Don’t be sassy with me!” she snaps back, voice distant over the light-years between them. “You’re a cyborg and I’m an alien, anything is possible.” He shrugs, switching the phone to his other shoulder. He’s opening his laptop to check this theory. It’s possible Wertham is spelled weird too, British-isms and all. Worth another look.
He can practically hear Karolina chewing her lip. “Say what you wanna say,” he sighs, shifting the phone to his other shoulder.
“Are you worried if you look and she’s not-” No, that’s not it, he assures her as the words keep tumbling from the Majesdanian. “It just seems like you’re focusing a lot on Nathan instead of other people we met there.” Victor scoffs.
“I’m not.” Her silence isn’t exactly one of firm belief and trust. “K, I’m not. It’s just. The Avengers are recruiting, so I thought- Oh! The Avengers are recruiting! You could join!”
“Uh huh,” she hums thoughtfully, “I've got my hands full out here. Maaaaaybeeee... Rictor wants to join the Avengers.” He can hear her smug little grin too.
“Very funny,” he hisses, cupping his hand around the mouthpiece, as if there was anyone in the apartment to hear. Karolina laughs sweetly.
“Oh, relax! It wouldn’t hurt you to date again, right?”
“I wouldn’t call that dating,” Victor grimaces, slinking farther into his seat. “I just- it’s not like I have a ton of friends in New York.” Sympathetic noises from the team mom! What about Chase? Victor’s groan is answer enough. His hands hover over the keyboard, the halted search for a English neighborhood.
“I’m sorry you’re not making friends,” Karolina sighs. “New York sounds lonely. It’d be nice if you had someone like Xavin. Promise me you’ll just check for Lydia.” Victor starts to suggest she could introduce him to a Skrull, but Xavin cuts across the line furiously, as if any of her kin would deign to date an appliance.
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He’s not as receptive to the idea as Victor had thought.
“You said people came at different times,” Hank points out. “Isn’t it possible he’s still there?” Victor feels like he’s grown up a lot since they first ran into Hank outside of the Academy. But it’s still tough to look the doctor in the eye when there’s a nagging wire in his circuitry built to rip Pym limb to limb. He shrugs, looking at the school lab's floors, shuffling his feet.
“I can’t pull somebody out of another universe, Vic, that’s-”
“-Impossible.”
“No, I can do anything, who are you talking to?” Hank counters, because this is an up day for grandpa. “I mean it’s not responsible. You’d be exposing that world and ours to unforeseen consequences.”
“Like you don’t live for that shit,” Victor snaps, but his eyes downcast and Hank tosses his hands in the air because yes, he’s a self taught reality bomb, what can he say. Victor gestures helplessly at the equipment around them. “You don’t have to break anything just- I don't know. Pull back the curtain?” Victor pleads.
“My son, the robo-poet,” Hank guffaws and does so louder to drown out when Victor points out he’s really more of a grandson. “Hah! I’m just saying, worldly consequences be damned, you’re pretty fixed on this guy.” Victor can feel the blush boiling between circuits and skin, but he’s not rising to the bait, Karolina swore she’d never tell anybody, and Hank can speculate all he wants, it’s not happening. He's not admitting to any weird thoughts, any terse refusals to go on dates with eligible academy girls eager to lock lips with a real Avenger.
“He was my best friend,” he says through grit teeth. “I could use friends.” He shoots Hank a look when the man tries to argue he might be old, but they can still be friends! “Friends who know what happened there.”
“You told me,” the doctor replies gently, although Victor’s been minimal at best about the Victorious details from New Moore, the more grisly parts, there's an official record he had to leave with Pepper, over a series of four sessions. Artificially created or not, Hank's still family, and nosier than K, but the doctor he knows better than to press that train of thought.
Pym shrugs, “All right. But you reach through a veil and tug somebody here, you don’t pick what you get. Even if I found your friend, I can’t guarantee he’ll think of you that way. There are infinite world with infinite realities, and your New Moore probably has its own slew of them.” Victor grimaces, thinking of the infinite weirdness New Moore dumped on them in the years he was there. “He could be someone who’s not your friend, might not remember you-”
“He’ll remember me,” Victor assures him, with more conviction that he was even sure he had.
“Fine. So he might remember you just fine and not want to see you, Victor,” Hank points out and leans forward in his seat, sympathetic. “If I’ve learned anything with my mistakes, it’s that the longer you ask other people to live with them, the less likely they are to forgive you.”
Victor twists and rots under that fear until Pym makes him promise not to try anything, to stop searching. Hank suggests and immediately rescinds an invitation for Victor to join the school’s sport clubs, all right, that was stupid, what about the computer club? The kids at the school are just damaged enough to remind Victor of his old team.
Victor runs back to New York, thinking the better of calling Karolina for the tenth time that week, watching the BBC quietly humming through the airport gate lobby, discussing the miraculous a mysterious rescue of a family in Ireland from a three-alarm blaze.
This is fine, Victor thinks just before the broadcast shows the surveillance footage of the hero. Being a friendless superhero works for somebody like Victorious.
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GOD SHUT UP WOLVERINE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW IT'S TOTALLY IMMORTALITY also oh my god irish deadpool flsdkj oh my god. frankly it's lucky vic couldn't text him because you know nathan would just respond "who"
RLKJSD LIKE GENOSHA
NO RICTOR
NOT LIKE FUCKING GENOSHA
oh my god sherlock and a golden girl DREAMS WE CAN ONLY DREAM OF. ugh victor in mexico is so sad, he's so unhappy :( cryborg it'll be ok. AND FUCKING RICTOR WITH HIS SMOKING AND HIS LEERING WHO THE FUCK IS YOU???? "I'LL TELL YOU A LOT OF THINGS" THIS FUCKING GUYYYYYY plus, javier bardem, so tbh who could blame victor. ugh he's never been good at turning people away, thank you jackie i didn't need my heart tonight
:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((( DON'T WISH YOUR FRIEND WAS HARDER TO KILL OH MY GOD
ROBOCOP THAT'S FUCKED UP YOU'RE FUCKED UP!!!!!!
ugh oh my god searching for wertham and karolina being like HEY. REMEMBER THAT NICE GIRL YOU DATED. REMEMBER DATING GIRLS?????? GOOD TIMES RIGHT VIC?????????????? rlskdjflsdj what about chase oh my god KAROLINA IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL
oh my god i feel like it's not exactly a compliment to say PLEASE WRITE HANK PYM FOREVER but i swear i mean it in a nice way. PLEASE lfkjsdflkjsd an up day for grandpa oh my god i laughed so fucking hard. I CAN DO ANYTHING and self-taught reality bomb and him calling vic son and being like WE can be friends! AND GIVING TERRIBLE ADVICE i just love it all so much, it's pitch perfect, please kill me. hank pym is the worst. i want more of him forever. what does that say about me. ALSO OH MY GOD GOOD TO KNOW HE TOLD KAROLINA ABOUT HIS BIG DUMB CRUSH BEFORE HE EVEN FOUND NATHAN AGAIN, GOOOOOOOOOOD TO KNOW THAT'S GOING TO MAKE THAT MEETING 309483098X MORE FUN TO WRITE HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD rlkdjs i feel like i say this every fic but poor, poor karolina. AND HAVING TO TALK ABOUT THE VICTORIOUS THING SLDKFJ OVER FOUR FUCKING SESSIONS GOD POOR BABY. POOR BABY!!!!!
oh my god and all the conviction behind 'he'll remember me' i made a really painful noise and startled kitkat VICTOR :((((((( also i seriously cannot get over hank's fucking awful advice. YEAH MAYBE THAT'S TRUE FOR YOU SHITLORD oh my god the kids are just damaged enough to remind him of the runaways. YEAH VIC THEY'RE JUST LIKE YOU fodsijfosdkjfdlskj hank is the worst hank is the WORST and all i want is more of the worst. what am i. what have you done to me
OH MY GOD AND FUCK YOU THE TIME HE FORCES HIMSELF NOT TO MISS NATHAN IS LITERALLY RIGHT BEFORE HE SEES HIM AGAIN FLSKDJFLSKDJ I HATE YOU SO MUCH JACKIE WHAT THE FUCK
oh my god i want to live in this sad victor is my lifeblood I JUST REALIZED ALL OF THESE HAVE STARTED WITH 'OH MY GOD' YEAH BC THAT ABOUT SUMS UP HOW I FEEL aaahfhshdfklsdjklskd sob. sob. SOBBBB THANK YOU god i'm so far gone for these idiots