“United We Stand”

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HE never expected to make it back. He never expected to survive all this. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you and helping you out, as one of his favorite tunes says. It was indeed a little bit ironic. But he made it. Not all of them did. But, those that were still here would probably need someone to talk to.. And he still was the only surviving adult. Even though he was a mess himself, it was always his duty to be there for them. Hell, he wanted to be there for them. Especially Nat.

"You're not completely wrong," The vigilante stayed on the safety of the subway platform, black cloth mask covering unseeing eyes gazing at the crime leader while every other sense alight and telling him everything he needed to know about the Russian. There was notable scent of copper in the air wafting up from where the other lay. on the tracks “There’s nothing I can do for your lack of morals.”

His head tilted to the side, ear pointed towards the tunnel. “You have forty five seconds to make your decision before you become nothing more than a red smear on the front of the E-train. I suggest you think fast.”

HIS lips formed a smile, a rather wicked one. Or perhaps it was a smirk. Not to the vigilante in front of him. To death knocking on his door. It has happened before. Yet that didn't make this any less bitter. “Who is lacking morals now, hm? ” he asked, blood exiting his lips as a cough was forced out.

EDWARD Richtofen. For an odd reason the name ringed a Bell. Was it from Weaver? Probably. Maxis too, perhaps. Sam had shared some fancy stories. Most of the names he heard came from either Major Carver or Grigori. But no matter how much thought he put into it, he couldn’t remember why was the name so familiar. Whoever he was, he looked as lost as him, yet in different ways.

Should he tell him? I mean, could you really trust something as big and classified as this to a total stranger? Well, this total stranger didn’t really seem surprised about everything that was going on around them. Especially that disciple, wrecking havoc in the other part of the street. Thank God it seemed unable to spot them. “Agh, fuck it. There goes nothing. I am a part of Requiem. Their pilot, to be more specific. We investigate the Dark Aether and everything that comes with it. Outbreak zones, facilities, aetherium crystals and well.. The undead.” he made a pause, pointing at their surroundings. “The other guys, the kind fellas that did this to me, are Omega. They basically started this by opening up project endstation, or whatever the fuck that nazi experiment was called. They want to unfuck this situation. We don’t get along. There’s the cold war too so, Russia and America don’t get along in general.”

Sharing what one knew might’ve been beneficial for both of them. Although where this one came still remained a mystery. It seemed that whoever or whatever kills him, he will always be back in some shape or form. It seemed however that this time he hadn’t been killed, instead what the others thought they ended, never ended. Ultimis Richtofen was alive! And he had went through the portal after the kids. The cycle continues, in another universe? In the future?

Next time, before you go through the portal, shoot him this one twice or three or four times in the head to make sure he is dead, and no matter how hard it feels at the moment, shoot the little boy too. You know what the little Eddie is capable of becoming, right?

The boy who had went through the portal obviously knew more, but was this one there to kill his younger self, the director of Requiem? Probably not, but you never knew once he got his hands into the good information.

          “ Ze Dark Aether ? “

Those words were like music to his rather selectively hearing ears. He knew now at least that he was on the right path, and in the presence of the right people.  Whether they liked his presence or not, they would at least, for now, have to get used to it.

          “ Can’t ve all get along und try tzo learn the mysteries of ze Dark Aether togezher , vouldn’t zhat be sweet ? “

Maybe he was trying to make friends to help him while he was there literally all alone… Obviously this man was from another universe, meaning that whatever tests had happened in this universe’s past aren’t something he would know about, so the only logical thing for him to guess was…

“YEAH... That would be nice..” the pilot murmured under his breath, scanning the area around him. Place was in chaos. Whatever strike team did for Kravchenco and Omega seemed to be working. It certainly left a mess behind but, it was.. Fixing shit?

- I promise you, once we get out of here, I’m going to show you, three nights in a row, why Argentinian meat is the best in the world.

-  And then what? You’ll take me to the movies? 

-  Yes, but only if you don’t fall asleep. Promise me you’ll stay awake.