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.
“You don’t even eat meat, this isn’t you.”

Victor reaches the penthouse of the evacuated building, stepping over shattered glass as he approaches her. Karolina shoots him a bored glance over her shoulder.

“I dunno,” she hums, sun in her hair, between her fingertips. Her sandals touchdown on the floor and Victor stops in his tracks, careful to keep a distance after he saw what she did to the concert hall earlier that week. “How would you even know what is and isn’t me?”

“Because I know you!” he cries, feeling desperation creep into his voice. Normally he’d fight it, try and make himself seem tougher alongside his new team, or braver next to Nathan. But in the light of whatever is left of his friend, he can’t muster the effort to be anything beyond the anxious teenager they picked up in East LA. “Look, the Avengers are gonna be here soon, they’re not gonna wanna talk you down about this,” Victor pleads, chancing a few steps forward. “Karolina, if this is you then just explain it to me. I’m on your side.”

“Oh, I know you are,” she beams, light behind her so bright Victor cringes away on her approach, as she singes the carpet beneath them. “You’re gonna be all about wiping humans off this planet. You’re just mad I got to it before you.”

“That’s not what this is,” he says, hurt, because the people who believe in him just dropped to a single member. “I don’t want that. You don’t want that either, you love Earth.”

“I don’t,” she replies and it’s so instantaneous Victor feels his resolve falter, his stomach ball into a tangled mess of wires and circuitry at the hooded look over Karolina’s eyes, her growing disinterest.

“So. You don’t love Earth,” he manages at last, voice tight. “Talk me through this. You wanna take the planet from humans- for what? There’s nobody left from your planet to colonize it. The Skrulls?” His eyes anxiously rake across the shelled out husk of the room, the distant firefights. Her husband-bride is probably still keeping the rest of the Avengers busy, but not for long. “What’s the end-game here?”

“What’s yours?” she counters. “When you’re done pretending-” (“Dios, I’m not, please, I’m not pretending!” he moans.) “-and you wipe out humanity, then what’s your plan?” She tosses a wave of color over her shoulder, an ebbing burst of illumination in the shape of hair, the idea of human features out of habit, blurring at the edges as she rails on, haughty, “You haven’t got one, so super sorry if I don’t feel like sharing mine with you.”

Victor spits at thirty thousand volts, “I haven’t got one because I’m not a supervillain!”

“Oh,” Karolina smirks. “So maybe you’re just scared?”

“This is stupid,” he hisses and rips the wall out by the wires inside, hurling it between himself and her advance. Sheetrock and sparks fly, but neither party flinches. “You don’t scare me!” he shouts over the din of cracking rebar, the burning framework between them. Maybe it’s in his programming, the need to imitate normal lifeforms, but he can feel Karolina’s own smirk on his face as he crows, “Sorry, but I’m not exactly worried about being defeated by sunshine.”

She’s close enough that steam rises around them as her arm snakes forward, catching Victor’s in a razor sharp grip, her fingertips warm as they press against his muscles.

“The metal under your skin gets pretty hot, huh?” she murmurs, holding on too tight for Victor to wrench himself away. “Fused together. Must get painful.” The grossest part is the smell of burning flesh isn’t a new sensation after hanging around an immortal for the past few years. Then it’s gone, burned up and Victor feels his legs give out beneath him, fast enough he’s worried she took them too.