Damn. Who knew holding Distress!Max to a ânormalâ kidâs standards would be damaging and unfair?
Thatâs also why it had to start small. Theyâd already been forming their own conclusions about how Max was finding out any of what he thought he knew. Sneaking around, hacking, eavesdropping, those sorts of things. Things we know Max and Steel to be capable of. Things they probably actually were doing too.
And now Max comes out with probably the wildest claim of all. Imagine being Molly and being told the husband you saw implode before your very eyes is actually still alive. And heâs suffering.
Denial runs in the family, clearly.
Forge refusing to believe that Steel hasnât regressed to his core programming and gone evil because the alternative is more damning. The alternative is that he chose to believe the worst of an old friend and itâs cost him his nephew. That it could kill his nephew and itâd be his fault for keeping them both at armâs length.
Molly unwilling to let go of Jimâs death or the idea she has in her head of who her son is, because doing so would mean she made the wrong call. That he son came to her for help and she wasnât helping by bringing this up the chain of command. That her son really did turn out this way when she wasnât looking and she has no idea how to fix it.
Max clinging to this goal with all he is because if they fail to save his dad then what was it all for? They have to be able to do this, saving his dad has to be worth it. Anything less and heâll never recover.
(Honorable mention to Steel who isnât blood related to these people but is doubling and tripling down on what he thinks needs to be done. Maxâs heart is in the right place and Steel appreciates the optimism when Max has the energy for it, really he does, but it wonât help them. It wont protect them. It wonât feed Max. Crime will. Steel will.)
Also shoutout to Berto who probably did suggest a sleep study or something similar to Forge to see if there was anything substantial here and got forbidden from indulging Maxâs âdelusion.â
I did spin last night about a potential meeting in civvies between Berto and the boys. Maybe set shortly after they run away. Before anything too drastic starts happening.
They probably shook off NTekâs initial pursuit and flew to the apartment to pack a bag. They didnât have one ready because they didnât think theyâd need one. For all their worrying and frustrations, getting betrayed like this never felt like itâs actually happen. So they just kind of panic-packed Maxâs backpack and bounced.
Itâs been maybe a week since then and Bertoâs been burning both ends of the candle trying to find these two. In the hopes of swerving away from burnout for just a little longer, he goes to pick up takeout for everyone. Jefferson wouldâve done it but heâs with Kat doing sweeps of the canyons.
Imagine Bertoâs surprise when on his break from looking for Max he ends up finding him standing off to the side of a corner store.
And, like, Max looks rough.
The new hood on his jacket is up and heâs got a death grip on a backpack strap. Max looks every bit like heâs expecting Dredd himself to step around the corner any second.
The poor guy is shaking, though whether itâs from exhaustion or nerves Berto canât really tell. He seems like heâs arguing with himself, though from the sounds of it heâs trying to talk Steel down fromâ
âWeâre not desperate yet.â Max hisses under his breath. âIâve still got this monthâs allowance. Thatâs probably enough for- what? No, I know I can get away with once a day. Itâs fine, you donât have to- gah!â
His posture changes so abruptly that if Berto had blinked he mightâve missed it. Max stands taller, more alert, and walks up to the storeâs automatic doors.
Without even thinking, Berto calls out, âHey, Max! ÂżQue paso?â
Max, no, Steel falters mid-step. He hurriedly moves away from the store entrance and sprints into the adjacent alley.
Berto follows in time to see Max and Steel change into Turbo Flight mode. âNo! Can you hold on a sec? Iâm not here to catch you!â
âLike weâd really believe that!â Steel says. The suitâs wings shift and start to glow like theyâre bracing for takeoff. Oh boy. He blew it. âWhat else would you be here for?â
The only correct answer to that is to raise the bags in his hand a little higher. âLunch.â
The light of the Flight suitâs wings dims considerably. After a momentâs pause, their posture goes slack like theyâve been cut loose from hidden strings. They shift their weight, wary and willing to flee, but not yet. Their helmet tilts just so, curious.
Itâs Max that asks him, ââŚwhatâd you get?â
âFor myself? I got some chicken lo mein.â Berto shakes the bags a little. Their wings do this little twitch that might not have been voluntary. Thatâs interesting. And a reminder to Berto they can just leave at any moment if he botches this. âBut if I came back from my lunch break empty-handed you know Iâd never hear the end of it, so I got the usual.â
Garlic shrimp, potstickers, pork egg foo young, vegetable fried rice, and an absurd amount of spring rolls. The works.
âBertoâŚâ Max sighs and puts a hand on the back of his neck. âLook, man, I know Forge would probably tell you to starve us outââ
Steel interjects. âDonât give him ideas!â
ââbut you know us!â Max pleads. He spreads his arms out. âYou know weâre not gonna do anything crazy. So canât NTek just chill out? The patrols are getting ridiculous!â
Berto hates that his first thought was that Steel wasnât far from doing something crazy not two minutes ago. Obviously he doesnât say that, but itâs worth keeping in mind.
âBelieve me, I think itâs overkill too. Commander Forge is being way too hard on you guys for this.â To Bertoâs knowledge theyâve only done some breaking and entering into restricted NTek and THI sectors. Which they do sometimes anyway. Thatâs hardly enough to warrant all this. âHow have you been holding up?â
Clearly not well, but anything they can tell him is better than just assuming the worst.
âWeâve- weâre hanging in there.â Max says. It sounds like he wants to believe it.
âWeâre doing terribly and I blame Forge for it.â Steel corrects. Then he pops off of Maxâs chest and points at the bags. âHey, hereâs an idea! You should give us Forgeâs lunch! Itâs not like heâll miss it.â
Berto pulls the bag with the veggie fried rice and some of the spring rolls apart from the others. âWellââ
Those two bicker until Berto just sets all of the takeout bags on the ground. âÂĄAy no! Looks like I dropped them.â
They stare at him. He stares at them. He takes a few big steps back for good measure.â
âGuess Iâll have toââ Thereâs a loud whir-whoosh noise as Max Steel tears out of the alley. It ruffles Bertoâs jacket hard enough that he has to pull it closed with one hand.
When he looks down, the bags are gone.
At least they didnât rob the corner store.
Berto who knows heâs doing the wrong thing but also if he pulls his punches too much Forge will notice and heâll be out next. Which helps no one.
What can you do besides buy lunch twice a couple times a week? At least until Max and Steel stop trusting handouts. That was heartbreaking. If he had a time machine heâd tell himself to leave Turbo Stealth alone. But hindsight and all that. All he can really do is be more careful going forward.
Anyways *shoots the writers* how dare you be inconsistent with the suitâs temperature regulation for a laugh?? Have you no integrity?? For shame!!!