every ship is equal, and no one is more powerful than the sea.

[derogatory]

FIVE THINGS MEME

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

Comments

[derogatory]

iii.
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.