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slade’s ears prick up. he can hear someone coming, which is strange. they aren’t running, just walking, and he’s sure that he’d taken out everyone in this place. that would’ve been part of his contract, at least for this military post. the second part is to find some information, which is why he’s digging for files in this office. the corpse of the man running the facility is pushed the floor, unceremoniously shoved off of his desk and bleeding on slade’s boots. the whole place smells of fresh, hot blood.

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       All seemed to hold still in an echoed quietness. Shelves of blue and white crystallized into a natural formation that encapsulated its own little environment, creating a cavern of rigid ice. Silence holding the air interrupted only by the occasional drop or shiver... and the sound of heavy combat boots stepping over slick ice. 

       Where Nevada had landed was unknown, falling into an entirely new biome after making the mistake of painting over the hut of a witch. Unbothered by the experience entirely. Uploading the final memory of the aforesaid paint before creating a new canvas within a digital mind, searching for a surface to apply the canvas to and start the work that called for creation.

       It didn’t take long for a particular structure to catch artificial sights, standing out from the remaining environment without being a weed amongst roses. Smooth and reflective much like the surrounding ice yet lacking complete transparency. 

                     Suffocating. 

Each breath was painful as the boy drug them into tired lungs, fingers clawing, dragging through sludge that filled his senses. Disorienting, disgusting, vision blurring, blackening at the edges as his lungs SCREAMED for air, tongue coated in a fine layer of sewage.

Gagging, scrambling, clawing for freedom, for air, fighting, fighting, fight-- 

                     Darkness.

Blue flame, screaming lungs choking on POISON smog, coughs pressing through his lips as sparks flickered at singed fingertips. 

           Quickening breaths, shaking hands. 

Paranoid crimson darted around the forest as shadows felt like they were closing in. An explosion hurled into nothingness, swallowed by ever-growing shadows and-- 

            Fingers closed around his throat. 

     A hateful hand, a voice echoing in his ears. 

                           “So sad.” 

        Teasing, the lurking threat of death. 

Trembling hands clutched at nothing as the forest faded from view and he was falling. Falling through sludge and darkness, lungs screaming, screaming for something, explosive force doing nothing to light the space around him, fingers finding no hold as he fell and fell and-- 

                          “F---”

The word nearly exploded from panting lips as Katsuki’s body shot upright, panting heavily, sweat gluing blond spikes to his skin as crimson darted around, settling on his friend that he had nearly awakened with the panicked curse. 

     The dorms. He was in the dorms. 

            He was in the dorms. 

Far too hot fingers singed the blankets clutched in his his hands as an annoyed huff passed his lips. He had nearly woken Tetsutetsu with this stupid shit. 

Blond hardly shifted as he hung his head, shoulders shaking with deep breaths, several seconds of silence grating on his ears before he shifted, shoving his blankets aside, almost hand-shaped burn marks standing out against the fabric as he snagged clothes that weren’t soaked in flammable-sweat, making his way to the floor’s bathroom. 

Several minutes passed, warm HOT water beating on tense shoulders as Katsuki FORCED relaxation to smooth his expression, a weak attempt at shoving away the memories, the nightmare, the panic that was still settled in his chest. 

The water thankfully hid the tears that shamefully slipped down his cheeks.

It wasn’t long before he was re-entering his dorm, clean clothes tugged on, fingers rubbing his towel against now-wet hair, carefully closing the door in an attempt to not awaken his guest. 

       He wasn’t in the fucking mood to socialize. 

It’s another study session that’s going rather poorly, seeing as Bakugo’s not exactly professor material, but they’re trying to make it work. After being instructed to ‘multiply both fucking sides by x, you fucking idiot’, Tetsu was getting around to just that.

Narrowing his eyes in a tired fashion, the Class 1-B student stifled a yawn and draped his arm across the back of the restaurant booth they were seated at. The fingers of his free hand mindlessly toyed with the feathery spikes of hair at the back of Bakugo’s skull, blunt fingernails tracing lightly along the nape of his neck in idle patterns as he went over the equation in his head.

Red eyes had been trained on his own work while he left Tetsutetsu to sort out the problem - which he didn’t think should be very hard. He had fucking told him how to do it, after all. What kind of fucking idiot couldn’t just multiply both sides by the fucking ‘x’, and get the damn answer? He didn’t see why he had to explain it past that! 

The internal combination of grumbling and math had distracted him enough that he hardly noticed the light touch, the fingers that toyed aimlessly with the spikes that rested against the back of his neck, he hardly even took notice...

         Until he did. 

Several moments after leaning slightly into the affection, his distracted mind actually got around to noticing it. Red darkened his cheeks slightly as a hand lifted, batting the touch away with a low huff. 

 Standing in the middle of the school gym, Kai was surrounded by the scraps of a party that had clearly ended hours ago. He held a crumpled paper cup in one hand, looking around at the streamers hanging from the ceiling with a look of mock boredom. When he heard footsteps, he didn't even turn around. He already knew the sound. ‘ I gotta say, the decor is a bit 70s. ‘ He finally glanced over his shoulder. He watched her walk in, his expression unreadable for a split second before that familiar, sharp grin returned. ‘ But I guess it matches the vibe of this place. A little loud, a little messy. A little too... you. ‘ He tossed the cup into a nearby bin and took a few steps toward her, stopping just far enough away to be polite. Or as polite as he ever got. ‘ I was starting to think you were hiding from me. Which, honestly? Fair. But also a little hurtful. ‘ He tilted his head, his eyes tracking her every move. ‘ What’s the plan? Are you going to kick me out? It's not looking like anyone else is coming anyway. Unless you're up for a little ouija session to bring back David Bowie. If you do, bring me one of those ropes over there because honestly, so not my thing. ‘ 

 Kai sat on the hood of Jo's car, his boots scuffing against the metal as he stared off into the distance. He was busy winding a length of dark twine around his fingers, pulling it tight and then letting it go, over and over. ​When Jo finally stopped talking, he blinked and turned his head toward her ‘ Yeah... Sorry, sis. I wasn't really listening. Like, at all. ‘ He gave a small, careless shrug and let the string fall from his hands. ‘ All I heard was 'You can't do this', 'You can't do that', and that's kinda the thing dad told me over and over again so I really just, you know... shut off. ‘ Kai looked up at Jo, but he didn't really see her. His eyes stayed fixed on a spot right through her, as if he were staring at something far away. He tilted his head to the side. ‘ Wish that kind of selective hearing worked when all these little shits were babbling and screaming. ‘ He reached into his pockets, fingers searching until he pulled out a pack of gum. He popped a piece into his mouth and then, without a word, held the pack out toward her. ‘ Not that I care but it wasn't like, fresh news, right? ‘ 

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           to anyone on the outside,    carol was thriving.

            as most of the galaxy’s first line of defense, it was her mission to protect those who needed protecting. she spent most of her time jumping from planet to planet, fighting where she could, in any way she could, saving refugees and defeating unstoppable monsters. to anyone on the outside, she was a hero, she was doing amazingly. to those in the know, though: she was the opposite.

              every day, carol came home to an empty ship. she would look at her bloody hands, reminded of all she had done, in the name of good. sometimes in the name of selfishness. her feet would find her way to the bathroom. after washing her hands, her trembling hands would grab any stash of alcohol she could find. under the bathroom cabinet, in her dresser, on the stairs. visions of herself, of those she loved, of those she lost, would dance through her mind until she felt sick to her stomach.

              tonight was no exception. carol was on her second bottle, which didn’t do much for her these days, but it was enough to tempt her into pulling her phone out of her pocket, staring at the conversation she hadn’t answered. ever since she’d taken this job on, willingly, many years ago, she had learned that depending on people, loving people, was both her strength and her weakness. love gave her power, but it also gave her a weakness. something to think about at the end of a bottle, late at night when she was lonely.

              she was oh so lonely. 

              carol stood, tucking her phone into her pocket. she flicked switches on her consoles, putting it into self defense mode. she walked to the end of the ship before she could change her mind. as she stepped into space, the world around her shifted into lightspeed, bringing both herself and her ship back to earth’s atmosphere.

              she didn’t think as she landed. she didn’t want to. she just followed her heart, that damned heart of hers, until she found herself on robyn’s doorstep. perhaps, if she was a smarter woman, she would’ve answered that text, warn her that she was coming: but she wasn’t a smarter woman.

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            carol felt sick to her stomach.    her eyes stung, the world was spinning from under her, disorientation making it impossible to get up. her hands hit the ground, hard, leaving a dent on the steel floor. with a pounding heart, she tried to catch her breath, and found it almost impossible. slowly, her vision came back to her. 

             she registered a few things. the giant hole at the side of the ship, the fire in front of her, and the lack of tess by her side.

           “shit,” she mumbled as she finally made her way to her feet. she put out the fire, blasting the barrier above the hole, successfully blocking it. the ship stopped shuddering, the hole closed, and began to fly away again, the autopilot doing the work for them. this hadn’t been their intention: this was supposed to be a weekend on a party planet, just the two of them, but carol should’ve known better than to trust a damn party planet.

              the cops here were relentless. she didn’t know the customs, and had offended one of them. of course. they had blasted a hole in the side of the ship as they escaped, not even giving carol a chance to react. now she would have to figure out a different weekend for the both of them. probably landing on a planet to fix the damn ship.