The Bharatnatyam pranam is like learning to cycle or swim. You may forget literally every other thing, but you never EVER forget how to do the pranam(and like the first few asamyukta hasta, they be imprinted on there)
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The Bharatnatyam pranam is like learning to cycle or swim. You may forget literally every other thing, but you never EVER forget how to do the pranam(and like the first few asamyukta hasta, they be imprinted on there)

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A Captain Marvel fanfiction. One-shot, complete.
AO3
Summary: His injury is more severe than expected.
Characters: Talos, Soren Talosâ Daughter, Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Nick Fury
Warnings: A brief gore warning at the beginning; blood/injury/medical stuff
Talos could feel himself fading, the Beyond curling its peaceful fog around his mind. Every buckle and swerve of Mariaâs ship felt muffled, and his head lolled on his shoulders. Someone strapped into the seats behind him wrapped their hands around his head, holding him still.
Soren was sitting at his side, lithe arms clamped around his chest to keep him in place. A rough, comforting purr echoed in her chest as a sharp turn pulled at the blaster shot, Talos leaning his head back and hissing at the pain.
There was a small hand on his shoulder, hesitant and warm.
He tried to keep himself present, tried to give Sorenâs leg a reassuring squeeze, but his thoughts felt slippery, like trying to hold tight to water.
There was a cheer as Maria finally brought down the Kree fighter, but the noise was muffled in his ears. The ship jolted as it took a hit to one of the wings, a brief moment of panic, then the entire interior lit up as a bright light flew by. A moment later, and everyone was cheering again as another Kree ship fell to the surface of the planet, trailing smoke.
The relief in the hold was nearly palpable, and Talos could feel Soren smiling in joy next to him. He blearily turned his head, seeing her happy face, and he tried to smile back.
Something in his chest shuddered and his vision nearly blacked out as he sagged to the side. A beat passed, then Soren was yelling, and he was being shifted, the walls blurring around him. There was a ship-wide shudder, and he was rolled onto his side, injured shoulder in the air, hands clamping down on the blaster wound. White-hot pain flashed through his spine, a shudder running through his body.
â-los. Talos, look at me!â Sorenâs hand held his head off the cold metal floor (heâd always known her touch from the others, something soft and ribbed with steel). âJust stay awake, okay? Youâre going to be alright.â Her voice was frantic, thumbs tracing the ridges of his chin.
He gave a shallow nod, hissing when an odd pull at his back made the pain flare again. He coughed, and an an odd whistling sound echoed through his chest. A steady hand wrapped around his shoulder, pain flaring at the steady touch, and Furyâs voice echoed in his ear.
âHo there, friend,â he said. âJust chill. Youâll be fine.â
âHng.â His voice was rough with pain. âYou . . . owe me.â A full-body shudder went through him, Soren holding him tighter as he started to shiver.
âWhat?â
A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. âFifty bucks. Venus flytrap.â
Fury let out a disbelieving laugh. âAlright, man, when youâre feeling better weâll just see if you can turn into a bug-eating plant.â
Talosâ grin widened, then he hissed and bared his teeth as Fury pushed more pressure against his shoulder.
âSorry, sorry,â Fury whispered. âJust gotta stop the bleeding.â
Talos tried to quiet his shivering, but his body wouldnât listen. Fury had to press him into the floor to keep adequate pressure on the wound. Soren cradled his head and ran her fingers down his face.
âArala, sweetheart, stay over there,â Soren called.
Arala. Her name is Arala. His thoughts were slowly going fuzzy, but Sorenâs words sent a painfully wonderful flash of warmth through his chest.
âIâve got her,â Mariaâs voice called, and there was a scuffle of footsteps.
Talos shifted, pressing his cheek into Sorenâs palm. âArala,â he whispered. ââS a good name.â
Sorenâs hands gently gripped his face. âIâve told her about you, about her father who would never stop looking until he found us.â
Talos smiled, eyelids slipping to half-lidded. There was a sudden jerk in his chest and then he was coughing, raspy heaves that left him lightheaded. Sorenâs hands tightened, and Fury rubbed an uninjured spot on his back until the fit passed, leaving him exhausted and limp on the floor.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe, air whistling in his throat and something pushing down on his lungs. The shivering had faded, along with feeling in his hands. He could feel his heartbeat in his neck, growing slower.
âNo, no, buddy,â he heard Fury say, and there was an odd twisting feeling under his scapula. âStay awake, Talos. Stay with us.â
He was growing cold, Soren and Furyâs hands near feaverish through his coat and against his face. Something in him was slipping, and no matter how he tried, he couldnât hold onto it.
He reached out and weakly grabbed at Furyâs collar. His hand fell short, but Fury grabbed his wrist before it fell to the ground. âEasy there,â he said. âJust relax.â
Talos hissed, âGet-â A fresh cough destroyed his words, and Fury pressed a comforting hand to his uninjured shoulder. Talos shook his head and pulled Fury closer. He leaned down, worry in his eyes. Talos tugged until Furyâs ear was close to his mouth.
He whispered, his voice watery with blood and near-breathless, âKeep them safe.â
With that, his body relaxed. His hearing fogged over, erasing Furyâs yelling and Sorenâs voice. The pain faded, and his vision blackened at the corners.
The last thing he saw was Sorenâs face, streaked with tears and pleading in her beautiful eyes. He tried to smile, the muscles around his mouth twitching, then his vision blinked out and he fell into the dark.
It didnât take Carol long to find where Maria had landed the ship. It was surprisingly close, though her perception of distance was likely warped by how quickly she could fly.
She touched down and let the glow fade from her skin, a smile swimming across her face as she walked towards the lowered rear ramp. Most of the refugees were outside the ship, hands held up to their eyes as they looked around. The children were all bunched together, some poking at the dirt or gently touching what little plant life grew around them. One had Goose in their arms, face pressed to the flerkenâs fluffy side. They were all quiet, though, and worry was clear on some of their faces.
Maria walked down the ramp, Talosâ child held in her arms.
Something felt very, very wrong.
Carol sprinted the rest of the way to her friendâs side, calling out as she ran, âMaria, whatâs going on?â
Talosâ daughter had her head buried in Mariaâs neck, small shudders going through her small body. Maria made soothing noises and, as Carol came to a stop beside her, turned so that the girl couldnât see into the ship.
âTalos got hurt,â Maria said, her voice a whisper. âTheyâre doing what they can, but . . .â She shot a look into the ship, and the girl whimpered.
Carol nodded and gently placed her hand on the girlâs back. âHey, kiddo. Donât worry, your dadâs a tough piece of work.â
The young Skrull just tightened her grip around Mariaâs neck. Carol looked into Mariaâs eyes, nodded, and ran onto the ship.
Talos was stretched out on the floor, tilted into his right side as Fury pressed his hand to an injury on Talosâ back. His forearms were smeared with purple blood. Soren had her husbandâs head pillowed on her lap, hands gently stroking his face. There were tear tracks running down her cheeks, and she was whispering quietly enough that Carol couldnât hear what she was saying.
Carol went to kneel next to Fury, laying a hand on Talosâ side as she knelt down. The Skrull didnât react to her touch, and he looked unnaturally still. Her eyes flicked up to his face. Talosâ eyes were open, but half-lidded and unblinking.
âOh, no,â she whispered.
âHeâs bleeding out,â Fury said, pushing harder against Talosâ back. âWe need a clamp, or a cautery, or something.â He hissed as his grip slipped and more blood oozed down over his hand, staining the floor with purple.
Medical kits were still stashed under the copilotâs seat. Carol whispered a quick thanks to returning impulses and muscle memory as she skidded back at Furyâs side, quickly rifling through bandages and medications.
She cursed under her breath as nothing useful came up. âThis is all there is,â Carol said, her heartbeat ticking up. Her power responded, a quick flash of color running between her fingertips.
They both looked at her hands, then up at each other.
Fury said, âThink thatâll work?â
âI donât think we have much choice.â Carol swallowed back the panic crawling up her throat and pressed one hand to Sorenâs shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting touch. âWeâre going to stop the bleeding.â
Soren nodded. âDo it.â She tightened her grip on Talos, leaning over his head and pressing him to the ground.
Carol blinked and sat close to Fury, finally getting a good look at the wound.
Sheâd seen plenty of injury during her years with Starforce, gut wounds that killed slowly, headshots that didnât cauterize all the way through and leaked brain matter, missing limbs, sucking chest wounds.
This one still managed to turn her stomach.
She could tell that it was a blaster shot. It had melted the edges of Talosâ coat to his skin and cracked his shoulder blade, and she could hear the wet whistle of air slowly filling his chest cavity. Bone shards bristled from around the jagged hole, gleaming in muscle. Purple blood stained the floor around them. It was only thanks to the semi-blaster proof material of his coat that he hadnât been shot through.
Carol let out a deep breath and put her hands over Furyâs. âReady when you are.â
âRight.â He shifted on his feet. âThree. Two. One!â
He dropped his hands away from Talosâ back, purple blood hardly getting a chance to start welling again before Carol pushed her hands onto the injury. She swallowed and let out a deep breath. She closed her eyes and reached deep, down to that spark resting in her chest. Letting the fire come slowly, the light filled the room as it spilled down her shoulders and through her hands. She didnât give it free rein, holding it tight and close, like a welderâs flame seeping through her skin.
It took a moment for the fresh pain and smell of burning tissue to pull Talos back from wherever he had been, his eyes clearing and body twitching. He groaned and started to struggle.
âTalos, no,â Soren said, curling around his head and pressing her hand to the front of his chest. âItâs okay, youâre okay.â
His face twisted, eyes clenched shut and teeth bared. A broken, painful noise echoed in his throat, and Soren pressed her forehead to his. Fury pinned his hips to the floor, helping hold him still while Carol worked.
âSorry, sorry, sorry,â she whispered, heat rising from her hands. Blood hissed and curled around her fingers as it touched her skin.
âI think thatâs good,â Fury said after a long moment. Carol pulled her hands away, letting the fire and light dissipate. The heat had successfully cauterized the injury, leaving behind burned skin and bruised bone, but Talos had stopped losing blood.
âYou did so well,â Soren whispered, pressing her nose to her husbandâs head. âYouâre okay.â
Talos didnât answer, his eyes glazed over with pain. His breathing rasped in his throat, and his chest shuddered against the floor. He was shivering again, body reacting to the cauterization.
âHis . . . lung,â Carol said, information coming back in a trickle. It was like a slideshow, one moment a diagram of a human body, the next a flying instructor talking about properly strapping in to make sure pilots didnât give themselves a pneumothorax. âItâs . . . I think thereâs air in his chest, where it shouldnât be.â
âIs that the wheezing?â Fury still had his hand on Talosâ hip, concern in his eyes.
âProbably.â Carol sat back on her heels, hands clumped with burned and congealed blood. âI donât know how to help that.â Guilt slammed into her chest. It was rare for her to feel useless, with the fire in her fists and hardy strength in her limbs.
Talos twitched, a groan echoing in his chest, and let out a rattling cough that didnât make it past his throat.
Maria dropped down next to Carol, fishing through the abandoned medkit. âI do,â she said, voice sharp and worried.
Soren paused in stroking Talosâ shoulder. âWhere is Arala?â
âOutside, with one of the adults.â Maria pulled out a syringe, a grim look on her face. âItâs good that you closed everything off. At least heâs not pulling in more air.â
Carol sat back up, hands going to rest on Talosâ side. âWhat are you doing?â
âHopefully, getting most of the air out.â She fitted a sterile needle to the tip of the syringe and removed the clear plastic barrel. Fury leaned over, kneeling on his knees, gently peeling Talosâ coat away from his back without pulling on what had melted to the Skrullâs skin. Carol, mostly operating on vague memory and logic, rubbed a patch of skin between Talosâ ribs with a disinfecting wipe pulled from the kit.
Maria splayed her hand across Talosâ back, carefully positioning the needle. âHold him steady,â she said, and slowly slid the needle into his back.
Talos jerked and let out a quiet, warbling yell. Soren curled tighter around her husband, making soothing noises in the back of her throat. Mariaâs face was tense as she slowly pushed the needle in further.
A moment later there was a hissing noise, and Talos relaxed as his breathing cleared up. Maria smiled in relief and quickly withdrew the needle, pressing her thumb over the puncture. âI think weâre good,â she said. âWeâll have to watch him, but . . .â
âThank you,â Soren whispered, rubbing the corner of her eye with her shoulder. She sniffed and stroked her fingers down Talosâ cheek.
âOh, honey.â Maria shifted to sit next to Soren, putting a comforting arm around her back. âWeâre okay. Weâre all going to be okay.â Soren let her head rest on Mariaâs shoulder. Talos was still out of it, but his breathing was greatly improved.
Fury sat back, resting his forearms on his bent knees. âItâs been a long day,â he said, slightly breathless. There was purple blood smeared up to his elbows, staining his shirt.
Carol nodded and slowly got to her feet. âLetâs go home.â
Talos woke slowly, in bits and pieces.
The first thing he noticed was the quiet. Gone was the rattle of a ship, the muffled roar of engines and the hum of electricity. Instead there was the echo of creaking wood, and the sound of wind running through plant life.
The familiar scratch of bandages rubbed around his chest, at odds with soft sheets and a light blanket. He was propped up on his left side, pillows bunched under his head and chest. The pain from the blaster wound was a sharp ache, rising and falling with every breath.
Talos opened his eyes.
The room was warm, a window behind him letting in sunlight. Heâd been stripped of the top half of his uniform, cool air moving against his bare neck. His boots were missing, as well. Soren was slumped at his bedside, head pillowed on her crossed arms. She was breathing deeply, clearly asleep.
He smiled and slowly shifted his arm, wincing as he pulled his injury, and rested his palm against her forehead. She murmured at the touch and woke, eyes snapping open when she saw his happy grin.
âOh, Talos,â she whispered, moving to perch herself on the bedside. She took his hand and clasped it to her side, keeping his arm from being jostled. She rested her free hand against the side of his face, thumbing his cheekbone. âHow do you feel?â
He gave a very slow blink. âAchy, but alive.â He cracked a small grin. âAnd youâre here, so Iâm actually feeling pretty good.â
She laughed, pressed her lips together, and shook her head. âYou fool,â she whispered as she brought their foreheads together. âYou absolute, star-mad fool.â
Talos chuckled and bumped the ridge of his nose against her face. âTo be fair, I didnât ask to get shot.â
Soren shuddered and he put his good arm around her back, slowly rubbing her shoulder as he held her close. âEasy, easy. Itâs alright, sweetheart.â
Soren rested her chin against his sternum, sniffing as tears welled in her eyes. âI-I know, I just . . . six years, Talos, and I thought you were being taken away from me again.â
Something ached in his chest, and he rested his cheek against Sorenâs head. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to worry you.â
She shook her head. âYou always worry me.â Something wet fell on his chest. âMy brave soldier, always in trouble.â Soren lifted her head and smiled. âI knew what I was getting into, and I still do. Just promise to stick around for a while, this time?â
Talos wrapped his good arm around her shoulders and held her close. âI promise.â
Soren helped him into a Terran sweatshirt, pulling the sleeve down his right arm to keep him from straining his shoulder. She also assisted him in getting his arm into a sling, a reminder to not move his shoulder and damage the healing skin and muscle. His head swam a bit when he stood up, but the dizziness passed quickly.
Soren led him by his good hand through the building, which he recognized now as Mariaâs home. It was comforting to be in a recognizable place, even if he couldnât remember exactly how heâd gotten there.
Walking was surprisingly tiring, and he was relieved when Soren led him to the kitchen and pointed at a chair and told him to sit. He gingerly lowered himself into the seat, leaning forward and resting his elbow on the table in front of him.
Fury popped into the kitchen a moment later, grinning when he saw Talos up and about.
âLook whoâs finally awake,â Fury said as he sat down at the other side of the table. There was a bandage across his left eye, but otherwise he seemed fine.
Talos quirked one corner of his mouth. âI could fire you for a comment like that.â
âYouâre not my real boss.â Fury raised his eyebrows and leaned back.
He rolled his eyes and took a mug of something Soren offered to him, putting it on the table in front of him. âSo, uh, what happened, exactly? My memoryâs a little foggy.â He gestured at his head with his free hand.
âWell, let me see,â Fury held out one hand and started ticking things off on his fingers, âYou got shot, almost died, but didnât.â
âI remember a bit of that. Not the most fun Iâve ever had.â
Fury snorted. âMaria and Carol repaired the ship enough to get us back to Louisiana, everybody shuffled rooms and blankets for a solid two hours, then everyone crashed the whole night through. And thatâs it, honestly.â
âThe Kree?â
âSkedaddled.â
âAnd your eye?â
âDamaged in the dogfight. Busted glass.â
Talos narrowed his eyes. Furyâs tone seemed almost insistent, as though Talos might disbelieve him. The damage peeking around the eye bandage certainly spoke of something sharp, but the cuts seemed deliberate and too evenly spaced, almost like . . .
Something fuzzy jumped into his lap. He looked down and nearly screamed. Goose just looked back up at him and gave a lazy blink, kneading her claws into his thigh. He motioned for Soren with his good hand, eyes wide as his voice croaked in his throat.
âSoren.â He felt his fingers grab the edge of her sleeve. âSoren.â
âOh, hush,â Soren said, lightly swatting his good shoulder. âGoose is a good flerken. She wonât eat you.â
The creature on his lap yawned, showing off needle-point teeth. Talos winced and leaned his head back, getting as far from Goose as possible without leaving his seat. Soren chuckled and picked the flerken up, cuddling Goose close to her chest. âCome here, darling. Itâs not your fault my husband is a -â her face twisted as she restrained a laugh, âscaredy cat.â
Fury groaned and cradled his forehead in his hands. Talos just looked between the two of them, Sorenâs mouth working as she physically held back a laugh and Fury rubbing his forehead in some sort of pain. He rolled his eyes and pointed at his wife. âI donât know what a cat is, but I know your puns.â
She finally broke and laughed, curling up over Goose as she leaned in on herself and sat down. âOh, that was a good one. Donât worry,â she said, patting his good shoulder with a knowing nod. âIâll explain it later.â
Maria poked her head into the kitchen, one eyebrow raised. âAlright now, whatâd I miss?â
Fury didnât move his head from his hands. âPain.â
Soren snorted a laugh and ran a hand down Gooseâs back.
âItâs good to see you awake,â Maria said, stepping completely into the kitchen and leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. âWe were worried for a good while.â
Talos nodded. âThank you.â
âHowâre you feeling?â
âFine. Sore, stiff, a bit like a oohru sat on me. But I can breathe, and I understand I have you to thank for that.â
She shrugged. âJust a little trick I remembered from first aid training.â
âStill. Thank you.â He looked over at Fury. âAnd you, too, Fury. Soren told me what you all and Carol did, to help me.â
âHey, donât get sappy.â Fury finally leaned up from his pained crouch and gestured across the table. âI still have to see you turn into a venus flytrap. Iâm not letting you wiggle your way outta that.â
He rolled his eyes, a mocking rumble in his throat. Let the agent keep up his toughman facade.
There was an excited squeal from down the hallway, and a moment later Monica was blasting through the kitchen, oblivious to her motherâs call of, âSlow down!â Arala was swift on Monicaâs heels, a wide smile on her young face. She faltered when she saw him, face going shocked then worried.
Talos blinked and held out his hand. âHello again, little one.â
Arala slowly stepped closer to him. âAre you . . . okay now?â Her voice was quiet.
A smile started to pull at his mouth. âNot yet, but Iâm getting there.â
She stopped just short of his reach. âI . . . thatâs good.â Then she turned and ran out of the kitchen.
Talos frowned in confusion and looked at Soren, hand slowly lowering. âDid I do something wrong?â
She looked as confused as he felt. âNo.â Her hand stilled on Gooseâs head. âShe was worried about you, so I donât know why . . .â Soren sighed and made to get up, Goose jumping from her lap and padding away. âIâll go talk with her.â
âNo, no.â Talos held up his good hand. âItâs alright. Iâll go.â He stood up, ignoring the twinge in his back, and rested his hand on Sorenâs shoulder. âWe should talk, anyway.â
âWell, if youâre sure,â Soren said, leaning back and frowning. âDonât strain yourself.â
âOh, you know me better than that.â Talos moved forward and rested his chin on the top of her head. âIâll come back in once weâre done.â
âOf course I know you. Which is why Iâll drag you back inside by your feet if you do something and hurt yourself.â
Talos left the kitchen with a smile and shake of his head, Furyâs muffled snicker following him through the hallway.
He found her crouched at the edge of a small creek, small fingers running through the clear water. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps, saw him, and got up to leave.
âWait,â Talos said, voice gentle. âIs it alright if we talk for a bit?â
She paused on her feet, giving their surroundings a searching glance. After a moment she gave a nod and sat down, pulling at the grass between her feet.
Arala. Theyâd gone over names, possibilities, before the battle over the long-dead rubble of Skrullos pulled them apart. He hadnât known for nearly seven years if Mar-Vellâs evacuation had worked, if Soren had survived, let alone their unborn child.
And now sheâs here, heâs here, and things should be right. Instead, Arala seemed nervous, almost scared, and she didnât seem interested in talking.
âIs it alright if I sit?â He gestured to a dry spot next to her. She gave a hesitant nod, leaning away from him when he sat next to her, shifting so that he couldnât see her face.
âAre you alright?â
Arala nodded, but didnât answer. It stung, to have the child who had been so eager to touch foreheads on Mar-Vellâs ship shy away from his presence.
He reached out, moving slowly, until his fingertips were resting on Aralaâs small shoulder. âYou can tell me, little one.â
Arala shifted, hugging her shoulders. She looked away. âLast time, you got hurt because you were with Mama and me.â Her voice was shaky and quiet.
For a moment Talos was back on Mar-Vellâs ship, telling Soren to cover their childâs eyes, and he was leaning down to return his daughterâs smile and reassure her, and a blaster shot slammed into his shoulder.
âWhat happened isnât your fault. It was a Kree soldier who hurt me, not you. Never you.â
Arala sniffed and rubbed her forearm across her nose, face pinching. âIf you hadnât bothered with me, you might have noticed. I . . . distracted you. Iâm sorry.â
Talos sighed and leaned back, bracing himself against the earth with his good arm. âItâs not the first time Iâve been hurt,â he said, voice gentle. âAnd I doubt itâll be the last. You did nothing wrong, Arala.â
She hunched in on herself.
âYouâre trying to protect me, arenât you. By staying away from me.â
She hesitated, then nodded.
Talos closed his eyes, something painful curling in his chest. âBrave Arala.â He opened them and looked up at the sky. âLearning that we canât control everything is one of the hardest lessons this life has to teach us. If Iâd had any choice, I never would have left your motherâs side, and we would never have been strangers.â
Arala sniffed again, hiding her face in the crook of her elbow.
âYou canât control the actions of others. It wasnât you who lifted the blaster and pulled the trigger.â Talos almost winced at the callous undertone in his voice and the bluntness of his words. âYou did nothing, nothing, wrong.â He gave her a gentle look. âAnd Iâm glad to have the chance to know you, if you want.â
His daughter (his daughter) looked at him. She blinked, tears running down her cheeks. âI . . . itâs okay?â
He gave a firm nod. âMore than okay.â
At that Arala clambered to her feet and threw her arms around his neck, all but falling into his lap. âWoah, easy,â he said, his good arm coming up to support her back. âEasy. Itâs alright.â
Arala cried into his shoulder, small hands fisted in the sweatshirt. âI was so scared.â
Talos tightened his grip, holding her close. âI know, little one.â He pressed his cheek to the top of her head. âI know. Youâre safe, weâre all safe. Itâs okay.â A comforting rumble echoed in his throat.
She curled up, and Talos cradled her to his chest. His injury pulled at the weight, but he didnât notice the flare of pain. He simply held his daughter close, tears clouding his vision.
He found Carol in Mariaâs open-sided shed, fiddling with some sort of Terran engine.
âWell now,â he said, leaning his hip against the edge of a nearby table. âFor a glowing fireball, youâre looking awfully human.â
She looked up at his voice, a smile pulling at her face as she saw him. âFor a Skrull with half his shoulder blown out, youâre looking awfully happy.â
He shrugged with his good shoulder. âBeing alive does that. Thank you, by the way.â
Carol pulled her hands free from the engine, her fingers smeared with grease and oil. âYou donât-â She suddenly looked uncertain. âYou donât have to thank me, Talos. For anything.â
âAh. Well, too bad. Iâm thanking you anyway.â He moved closer and gave the Terran engine a poke. âStill dealing with the emotional blowback of Kree propaganda and brainwashing?â
She winced and leaned her head back, staring at the metal roof. â. . . a little.â
âYou know,â Talos said, voice light as he continued to prod at the engine, âIâve killed Kree, and even enjoyed it on occasion. It doesnât make me proud to say it, but maybe it needs said.â He switched his attention from the engine to Carol, lightly bumping the side of her head with his knuckles. âThe filth of war goes both ways. If you ever want to talk . . .â He didnât finish. He gave Carolâs shoulder a gentle squeeze and left.
Behind him, Carol sighed and turned back to the engine, a determined expression falling over her face.
Talos shifted on the bed, pulling the pillow towards his chin. He was under strict instructions from Soren (and Carol, and Fury, and Maria, and Monica, and Arala) to rest for several days as his wound healed. While Skrulls tended to heal quickly, the injury had been severe enough for essentially everyone to forbid him from anything more active than a leisurely stroll.
While part of him chafed under the restriction, the rest of him was grateful for the rest. The injury drained his strength quickly, and it wasnât uncommon to find him sleeping in odd places, slumped over the kitchen table or stretched out on the porch. The guest room at the Rambeau residence had become a prime napping spot for the healing Skrull, with itâs soft bed and relative quiet.
Talos bunched his arm under his head, his injury elevated and right arm carefully laid out on the bed in front of him. He sighed in contentment, and his eyes started to drift closed.
The door creaked open.
Talos twitched. âArala, is that you?â
He turned to look over his shoulder, and came face-to-face with death.
Goose gave a slow blink, apparently uncaring about the Skrullâs impending heart attack. The flerken twitched her whiskers and sniffed at his forehead. Then, apparently pleased with whatever sheâd found, Goose jumped over his midsection and made herself comfortable right next to his belly.
Talos opened his mouth, but all that came out was an airless garble. He took a deep breath and whispered, âI fear and respect you, please donât eat me.â
Goose flicked her ears and rubbed her cheek on his borrowed shirt.
Some of the tension left his shoulders. The flerken didnât seem aggressive (currently), and she had eaten several Kree soldiers, according to Fury. Unless this was her version of taste-testing, he probably didnât have to worry about getting dragged into her literally bottomless stomach.
Goose shifted, wiggling under his arm and closer to his head. The feel of small, fuzzy limbs against his stomach nearly made him laugh, and the flerkenâs constant purring seemed to ease the ever-present ache in his shoulder.
Maybe he could accept this, napping in borrowed clothing in a comfortable bed with a surprisingly friendly flerken. It didnât take long for him to fall into a deep doze, not even reacting when Carol snuck into the room and snapped a picture.
Talos contacted the Admiral after Norexâs burial.
Itâd been a small, quiet ceremony. Talos took it upon himself to get Norex cleaned up, gently washing the blood from the young Skrullâs face and layering his coat so the blaster shots werenât as clear. The other Skrulls had helped carry the body to a place picked out by Maria, with soft earth and a clear view of the stars. He ran his thumb down Norexâs nose before he was lowered into the grave, breathing deep and saying, âGentle journey through the Beyond, my friend.â
Most left after the final shovel-full. Talos stood before the lumped earth, the faint wind catching at the lip of his coat and the fuzzy tendrils hanging from the trees. Maria had assured him that placing Norex here wasnât a problem, that she was âhonoredâ to have his soldier resting at her home. Talos sighed, his shoulders slumping. There was a twinge from his injury, but he was otherwise alright.
âAre you alright?â Soren came up next to him and put her arm around the small of his back, holding him close.
He hummed and leaned his cheek on her head. âYeah, Iâm fine.â There was another gust of wind. âWe canât always go back for the fallen. Itâs nice that he got this.â
She tightened her arm. âI know it hurts worse when theyâre young.â She dropped her grip and knelt, running her fingertips through the freshly turned earth. âMaria said she might plant flowers, here.â
âSheâs almost too kind.â
âSheâs a good person,â Soren said, rising to her feet and patting her hands clean. âAnd she understands loss.â She took his hand, twining their fingers together. He put his good arm around her shoulders and pressed the bridge of his nose to her head.
Now he was here, sitting in the Rambeauâs kitchen, watching as the scrapped together communicator on the table in front of him blinked. Carol was almost scarily efficient at cannibalizing and repurposing tech, the thing on the table a mix of Kree, Skrull, and Terran electronics. It was . . . interesting to look at.
Finally the comm threw up a screen, Admiral Yora frowning at him from galaxies away. She was an older Skrull, skin pulled tight against her skull and decorated with old scars.
âGeneral Talos,â she said, leaning back in her chair and raising her chin.
âAdmiral Yora.â He inclined his head.
âYouâre injured.â She shot a pointed look at the sling, voice neutral.
Talos shrugged with his good shoulder. âYou should see the other guy.â
Yora raised an eyebrow, faint humor in the twist of her smile. Then her expression went steely. âDid you find what you were looking for?â
âI mean,â he scratched the back of his head, âyes and no. Things got complicated.â
âI figured. So?â
âWell,â he said, slowly running his thumb down the ridges in his chin, âMar-Vellâs dead, killed on C-53 six years ago by Starforce. Her engineâs destroyed, but we have the energy source.â He winced. âSort of.â
âSort of?â
âA flerken swallowed it.â
The admiral gave a very, very slow blink. âSo we canât use it?â
âI mean, if you feel like tethering yourself up and bobbing around in the thingâs stomach, feel free.â
âGeneral, please.â
The corner of his mouth twitched. âFor now, itâs not a viable source of energy. At least the Kree didnât get their hands on it. But thereâs something a bit more interesting than that. There was a pilot with Mar-Vell when everything went down. She blew the engine, but wasnât killed in the blast. The energy fused with her, scrambled her DNA.â He leaned forward, face carefully neutral. âShe turned away three Accuser ships, after single-handedly destroying a fourth. Flying in space, Admiral, blasting power from her fists. And she wants to help us find a new home.â
Yora was quiet for a moment, eyes closed and fingers tapping on the table in front of her. âSo sheâs strong?â
Talos nodded.
She sighed. âWell, Iâll have to meet her first before I say anything concrete. I get the feeling thereâs more to her story than youâre telling me.â
âThatâs Carolâs story to tell, if she wants to.â
âAgreed. We can do a full debrief then.â Yora sighed and leaned back, her face going soft. âAnd Soren, Talos? Have you found anything on her?â
He couldnât fight the broad smile that spread across his face. âI found her. Her and Arala, and so many others.â
âArala?â
âMy daughter.â His chest warmed. âMar-Vell got them out, Yora.â
âCongratulations, Talos. Youâll have to introduce me.â
âThank you.â
Yora looked off-screen and blinked. âWeâre going to cut communications here, General. Contact me when youâre on the move again.â
âIt shouldnât be too long. Just until Iâm patched up enough.â
âGood. And general?â A genuine smile spread across the Admiralâs face. âIâm happy for you.â
The comm beeped off before he had a chance to reply.
Talos moved slowly, feeling a new grind and pop in his right shoulder. He winced at the pull in his muscles, but managed to keep his arms even as he held them perpendicular to his body. The still-healing skin on his back flared, unused to the stretch. The sling was discarded on the bed.
He snorted a laugh as he held his arms straight out in front of him. âI might have to practice left-handed shooting, at this pace.â
Carol rolled her eyes. âItâs hardly been eight days, Talos. It takes time to heal from something like that.â
âMm.â He slowly pulled his right arm across his chest, feeling the stretch through his back.âDoesnât mean I have to like it.â
She smirked and walked behind him, narrowing her eyes as she saw the stuttering movement of muscle around the injury. âYou might want to get this looked at by a proper medic.â
âYou think?â He lowered both his arms with a sigh, the injury warm with the light exercise. âHopefully the scar tissue doesnât cause problems.â
âDo Skrulls scar? I mean, you guys can change your physical appearance and all.â
âItâs a bit more finicky than that.â Talos sat on the edge of the bed and pushed his hand into a shift, the nails widening and losing their point, the skin ridges smoothing out, until a dark-colored Terran hand was stuck on the end of his arm.
âOur natural form always feels best to us, and shifting back to it is quick and easy.â With a flick of his wrist he released the shift, and his own hand snapped back into being. âPermanently altering our natural form through a shift is draining at best, and deadly at worst. Itâs best to try something like that with heavy medical support.â
âOh.â Carolâs hand went up to her own shoulder. âSo thatâs . . .â
âPermanent, yeah.â
âIâm sorry.â
He shrugged with both shoulders. âIt saved my life. And I doubt itâll be the last scar I get before everything is said and over with.â
Carol sighed and sat down on the sill, leaning back against the frame and dangling one of her legs outside the propped-open windows. âIf you say so.â
Talos frowned and slowly pulled on one of his borrowed shirts. âWhat you said, Carol, two days ago? About helping us find a new home?â
âHmm?â
âYou donât have to.â He moved and sat down across from her, making sure she was looking at him. âYou just barely refound your life here, Carol, and your family.â He looked out over the backyard, watching Arala and Maria running after each other, sometimes pausing to look at flowers or interesting bugs. âI refuse to take you away from that, after you helped me find mine.â
Carol sighed again. âTalos, itâs not . . . I canât . . .â The corner of her mouth turned up in frustration as she fumbled with her words. âI - Iâve done things, and I need to make up for them.â
âAnd thatâs the only reason?â
âWhat? Yes, of course!â
âIt has nothing to do with the scraps of memory floating in your brain? Nothing to do with the memories you donât have?â
Carol swallowed and bent, looking tired. âDidnât get past you, huh.â
His voice was light. âI am a professional liar. You? Less so.â
She let out a hollow laugh.
âDownright insult to the art, honestly.â
Carol snorted, her body relaxing.
Talos gave her a quick smile. âLook. Itâs rare, what you have here, family and a home. Youâve already saved many of my people, Carol. I wonât ask more than what youâve already done.â
âBut there are thousands more, scattered,â she said, echoing his words from Mar-Vellâs cruiser. âI want . . . to help that. To help them.â She looked into his eyes. âIf youâll have me.â
He held up his hands. âIâm not going to turn away help. I just want you to think about what you might be leaving behind.â
She nodded and went quiet, staring out into the yard. Eventually she said, âIâve been working on a comm system. Encoded. I used some Terran tech, makes it hard to hack. If it works, Iâll be able to stay in direct contact with Maria, and Fury, no matter the distance.â
âThat sounds like a plan.â
Carol nodded. âIâm not giving them up, Talos. Iâll be able to stay in contact with them easily enough.â
He sighed and shook his head. âUltimately, itâs your choice. And if I know Soren, sheâll probably, ah, encourage you to visit them during breaks and slow periods.â
She gave a little laugh. âSounds good.â
âSo youâre still going to help us?â
âYes.â Now her voice was strong and confident, lacking the self-deception from earlier.
âGood. I already told my superior that youâd be stopping by, and she gets testy when plans change.â
Talos sighed and leaned against the back of the chair. The night air was warm, pressing up against his skin in a gentle breeze. The Rambeauâs backyard was well lit, lights strung up in the trees and vibrant porchlight showing off happy smiles and dancing people.
Tomorrow Maria would start shuttling the Skrulls back to Mar-Vellâs cruiser, everyone with clothing and tools donated by S.H.I.E.L.D. (and hadnât THAT been an interesting conversation - Talos still refused to apologize to Keller for locking him in a closet). Theyâd leave tomorrow evening, giving Carol the time she needed to say goodbye on her own terms. From there, the plan was to meet up with the larger Skrull armada and Admiral Yora.
The small, impromptu dance was the responsibility of Arala, Monica, several of the younger Skrulls, and one Nicholas Joseph Fury. Apparently heâd been key in stringing the string lights through the lower tree branches.
So here they were, Talos resting on the porch swing, Maria and Carol huddled around the radio with drinks in hand, the Skrulls and Monica all weaving between each other as they remembered old dances and learned new ones. Talos smirked when Fury got dragged into the dance circle by several of the children, all of them laughing. The agent was obviously failing at keeping the smile off his face.
Soren sat down next to him, an arm going around his shoulders. âAnd how is my soldier this evening?â There was a definite hint of humor in her voice.
He smiled and reached up to pat her hand. âYour soldier is doing just fine.â
âYour shoulder?â
He raised both his hands, his left arm finally free of the sling. It felt nice, to have the use of both hands back.
She grinned and stood up, taking hold of his good hand and giving it a gentle tug. âGood. Come dance with me.â
The music on the radio faded away, signaling the end of one song and the beginning of another.Â
Talos held up his free hand. âSweetheart, I donât think I remember.â
She gave his arm a firm tug, pulling him to his feet with a broad smile. âThatâs alright.â She stepped close and took his elbow in her hand. âIâll lead.â
He blinked and relaxed, letting Soren wrap her arm around his. âWell, who am I to refuse a pretty lady,â he said as they both walked down the porch steps and to a less populated area of the yard. Soren just smiled and turned to face him.
For a moment he was blown away by the fact that both of them were here, in the same place at the same time. The years since the battle above Skrullos felt heavy, a weight on his chest, a reminder of time they would never get back.
But then Soren took his hands in hers, her grip gentle, and the weight fell away. She slowly spun them around, taking a moment to latch onto the rhythm of the song echoing from the radio. Talos stumbled a bit, unused to the steps his muscles half-remembered.
Soren gave a small laugh and stepped closer, smooth on her feet. He mirrored her, stepping in close enough to give her forehead a light touch with his own.
For a moment he felt everything slip away, grief for his soldiers, the lingering pain in his body, fear for the future, and he felt young again. If he didnât know better, heâd almost think it was one of those quiet nights when Soren dragged him away from reports and battle plans to dance in the ship observatory, stars and glittering space dust floating by the window.
Soren pulled him through another spin, and he felt a wide, unfamiliar smile spread across his face. The dance was simple, made up of spins and twirls and flowing steps. At one point Talos felt confident enough to pick Soren up and perch her on his hip, spinning backwards as her arms tightened around his neck and she laughed in his ear.
They were both laughing as the song came to an end, pulling each other into a loose hug as the final notes faded away.
âAlright, so I remember more than I thought,â Talos said, trying to catch his breath.
Soren smiled and ran her hand down his shoulder. âJust had to jog your memory.â
There was a tug at the corner of his shirt. He pulled away from Soren and looked down, meeting Aralaâs grinning face. She jumped up and down, holding her hands up towards him. He dropped his left arm and she grabbed his wrist. âHello, little Arala.â
âThat was such a pretty dance!â His daughterâs face was glowing, happy.
Soren laughed and rested her palm against Aralaâs head. âOh, darling. You donât have to lie to save your fatherâs pride.â
âHey now,â Talos looked at her, mock hurt on his face. âI think I did pretty well!â
âHe was fine, Mama,â Arala said, bumping her head into Sorenâs hip. âA little slow, though, maybe.â She shot him a mischievous grin.
Talos made an insulted noise and bent down, swiftly picking Arala up with his left arm and perching her on his hip as he held her close. âSlow? Me?â
âUh-huh.â She giggled and pressed her face into his neck.
Soren laughed and put her arms around her husband and daughter, leaning her forehead against Aralaâs. Talos smiled and let a happy purr rumble in his throat as he twined his free arm around Sorenâs waist.
For now, this was all the home he needed.
Authorâs Note: I was pleasantly surprised (i.e. SUPER HAPPY) when green space dad survived the movie (especially given Marvelâs track record with blue space dads). Any faulty medical stuff can be attributed to the fact that Talos is an alien with frunky biology.
But yeah, I absolutely fell in love with the Skrulls. Theyâre super neat and I love the direction they were taken in the film, so expect more Skrull-centered content from me (I have so many ideas and headcanons send help).Â
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