thesphererp | Memory Share (Whack-A-Weed)

[CW: Explosions, Violence toward plant-people]

The air tastes like fresh cut grass and the copper of blood. It smells like the acrid bite of fresh mulch and the ozone tang that came from the discharge of Kree and Skrull weapons. It mixes in with it were the sounds of rustling leaves and creaking word and loud cries of Human and Kree and Skrull pain. Dammit.

Such, he supposes, is war. Because it really is war. It's always war when it comes to the Kree and the Skrull, isn't it? It doesn't matter that Tommy has had weeks to prepare for this since the moment those two agents had interrupted his night out at the gay bar with Teddy and David while Billy was off on all his silly super hero team shit. What mattered was that that night he'd been told in passing that there was a thing coming, so Tommy had been ready.

Just wish David wasn't off on Krakoa right now. Too many plants.

The thought fades as he dances under the stretching out limb of a Cotati warrior. The thing looked like a massive tree with leaf beard and fungus hair and all that weird shit. Plant people, right? He dances under the arm and aims his hands down at the Cotati's legs. Or roots? Whichever. He taps into his powers, feels the tremble of it running through his body, and pushes it out. The limbs start to explode outwards in a cloud of wood chips, and Tommy keeps moving to grab two nearby bystander humans and carries them out of range.

"Go home," he tells them, coming into normal time briefly before delving back to his own speed and grabbing two green and purple clad soldiers, pulling the one Kree and one Skrull out of the way of a pinecone grenade.

Fucking Cotati.

"Unhand me, human," the Skrull hisses instead of being grateful to Tommy.

"Dude, I'm Emperor Hulkling's best friend. Show some respect," Tommy counters before he tackles another Cotati out of the way. "To help save someone, soldier. Or I'm totally reporting you to your boss."

He doesn't have much time to think, even for him. So many lives to save. There were always so many lives to save. Such was war.

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You're a good soldier.

Where was this?

[She has other questions. Specifically if he's talked to Gar about David yet but she waits. This might not be a good time for that.]

North Jersey. David and I have a place there. And I'm not a soldier.

[He's just a hero.]

That's right, you're a hero.

[She smiles.]

I can't say I've been to North Jersey.

Don't worry. It's not worth being there. And I try to follow your example.

I've never thought I was a good role model but I'm glad.

[Wanda pauses thoughtfully.]

I have never asked but what would be your favorite place to live?

You're a great role model for Billy. Mostly. And I care about you too.

[His favorite place?]

Well, here I like the domes. Back home... It'd be with David again. But I can't.

[Her smile shifts into a soft frown.]

Is there a reason you can't live with David back home or do you just mean that it's because you're here.

[Tommy's hands work on forming the dough into a ball so it can rise, and putting it back into the bowl.]

Well, back home there is suddenly a lot of questions as to whether we really are related to Mags, and whether we're mutants, and whether or not that means I'm allowed there. And given who Wanda is there...

[Even if he is really a mutant, which Tommy's certain he was, because that's how Wanda made Billy and him because that was what she believed of herself, being her son was probably a blackball right there.]

Mags? [Her tone is curious and uncertain.] I don't know that name.

Who is that?

[Why would that prevent him from living with David? It makes her sad to think that they might have to be apart, not that Tommy can't see anyone in a flash but it's different when the person you love is with you.]

Magneto. Erik Lehnsherr. Your dad, back in my world. Or, well... Yeah, it's a mess.

[He sighs, shaking his head.]

There's a lot back home, my home, that you don't know.

I honestly don't remember my parents very well. They both died when I was ten.

[She doesn't think that it's this Erik though she would like to meet him someday.]

It sounds messy. I wish I could help.

[Tommy wishes his parents had passed away by then.]

Yeah, it's messy. But I'll try and explain some things without being too dark? We can start with good things like the wedding.

Yes.

I'd like that.

Awesome. I'll be there then. Oh, and I'll tell you about David. And Gar.

Good. I can't wait.

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want to handwave the explanations or write it out?

definitely handwave. trying to talk about several years of marvel plot is a pain

that's what I was thinking too lol END! /fade to handwave