littleshitblake

[littleshitblake]

-works on Junior's about me-

[littleshitblake]

SNAKE E A T E R

[littleshitblake]

"I would not dishonor my family by setting foot in such a place."  He grunted, now starting to truly be offended.

"The apothecary? Then the mistake is mine. My apologies. —Truly? …I suppose you do not have to waste a single coin on bedding whichever woman is to your liking. You have the appeal…and the standing to undoubtedly get whomever you desire." 

[littleshitblake]

"No shit really?  He cared about you a lot, Chancelit."  He smiled widely.  "And he spoke about Cookie Cart but not Boo-boo as far as I remember.  He'd have loved that you punks gave me a nickname too.  As you know he was all about the stupid nicknames.  I think he used 'em for when shit got bad, to impart a little humor in our lives."

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

"For that I am truly sorry but if you had listened you would know that I was sending you to the apothecary, as you requested.  I could not direct you to a whorehouse even if I wished to for I have never been to one nor do I ever intend to go."

"Only when offended, my Lord. And you have indeed offended me.”

[littleshitblake]

"Uhhh, Tiny, Lieutenant Teddy though when talking to me he called him Ted, Redbeard, and - fuck there was one more I can't remember."  He was trying to remember from about fifteen years ago so he was doing pretty well.

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

"Oh I bet it was embarrassing.  He liked to call me Tubby.  I was a bit of a fat kid."  He snorted.  "I only ask 'cause he spoke about some of his men but only ever by nickname."

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

"You're quite rude aren't you?"

       ”If I wanted directions to         the nearest whorehouse,         I would have asked.”

[littleshitblake]

"Did you have a nickname he called you?"  Junior asked suddenly.  His father had spoken about a few of his men that he especially cared about, Junior'd never heard about a Chancelit but it was entirely possible the man, who enjoyed giving people nicknames, had done so with the man who would later become his own son's CO.  "And I wish I could say I didn't have the tendency to disrobe while drunk but apparently it's an inherited trait."

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

He laughed and dodged the hit.  "Well I didn't really wanna ask about that."  Junior was aware his father had gotten killed sacrificing himself to save civilians.  He'd been an angry kid, and his uncle not being there a lot didn't help but it was when he joined the army that he understood that sacrifice.  You sacrifice a lot of your time, a lot of things to be a public servant like being in the Army or working for SHIELD.

"More just about my father in general.  I know how he died.  I didn't understand it when I was a kid but joining the Army taught me."  It had been awkward because he'd almost died the same way and he knew it would bother his uncle. 

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

"Yeah?  Who's that partner of yours gonna call for help when your stupid ass gets shot up again? You're no better than I am at getting wounded on the job."  He teased.  "But I resemble my dad?  Pops tells me that but I don't see it.  Either way that's the best compliment you could give me.'

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

"He said he was proud of me and I think he was thinking about what he and Dad taught me and how I earned those medals doing just that."  Chancelit would know about what his father would have taught the boy having once worked under his father's command.

"And then he told me he would kill me if I ever kept that kind of shit from him again."

"So my Uncle didn't kill me."

                                      ❝ What?  ❞

                                   ❝ Why not?  ❞

[littleshitblake]

"No you wouldn't."  He teased.  "Yeah, they had you out for awhile and I think that was for the best.  It wasn't pretty."  Junior smiled sadly.  "They had me out because they had to keep doing explorative surgery to find the pieces of the bullet.  It was some kind of bullet that exploded into shrapnel.  Not pretty either."  But not nearly as bad as his uncle had been.  Junior hadn't left his side.

"Good because next time I’ll just kill you for being a little shit." Felix deadpanned, pursing his lips lightly. The boy knew he wasn’t even close to serious. "I suppose a coma is better than the alternative." Excruciating pain, a great deal more than would be experienced after some recovery time. He’d been enough pain when he’d woken up, he didn’t particularly want to know what it would have felt like immediately after being injured.

[littleshitblake]

"Yeah, yeah, I will.  Learned my lesson."  He smiled, wincing.  "True."  Though he was a little glad his uncle had spent a lot of time healing in his coma.  He didn't imagine being awake at the beginning of having your chest curbstomped by a super soldier would be any better.

"Yeah, I’ll put them with your dad’s." Felix gave a slight nod. Once they parted, Felix took the boxes from his nephew. He’d get to the errand tomorrow when he went out, it shouldn’t take that long to drop them off. "Oh you’d better." Felix raised an eyebrow at the boy and chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "Comas don’t feel great ever, medically induced or not." That was something that they’d both figured out, evidently right around the same time. He couldn’t say which was worse.

[littleshitblake]

"They would.  Not like I'm gonna be wearing them anytime soon.  I just did my job anyway, it's weird getting these."  He admitted.  "Can you put them there for me, Pops?  I don't know where Dad's medals are but I'm sure there's room for mine wherever you keep 'em."  Junior offered the boxes and certificate to his uncle before he returned the hug, cheek pressed into his shoulder.  "Thanks.  I try."  He mumbled, leaning back with a light smile.  "And I promise, I'll tell you  if anything like this happens again.  God forbid, I like not being in medically induced comas.  It doesn't feel all that great."

Felix could tell that the boy was surprised. He’d had a tendency to explode at his nephew more often than not when he was younger. But Felix hadn’t known how to deal with him then, with raising a child on his own, his dead brother’s child. He’d been much less equipped, flying blind, and it was only after years of looking after Junior that Felix had really figured it all out. Not getting angry all the time was a newer development.

"Don’t you ever keep something like that from me again, regardless of what condition I’m in. Understood?" Felix raised an eyebrow at his nephew. Well. It was progress. "They’d be safer there." He nodded slightly in agreement. His brother’s medals of valor were already locked up, they could put Junior’s alongside them. It was only fitting. Felix got up from his chair and went over to his nephew, pulling him into a hug. "I am proud of you. I always am." He said softly. It wasn’t something he said enough, he realized.

[littleshitblake]

There was a long silence that fell between them and he could tell his uncle was angry - he'd expected him to be considering how close Junior had come to joining his father in the afterlife.  So when the man just nodded and told him he was proud of him, Junior was expecting the other shoe to drop.

"Thank you..."  He said, almost timidly.  "I'm gonna probably put these in a safety deposit box for now."  He'd gotten an Honorable Discharge after this event and then one of his comrades in arms turning out to be HYDRA and trying to kill him so it wasn't as if he was still in the forces and would have opportunities to wear the medals.  He knew medals meant little to nothing when a loved one was hurt or dead - during his father's funeral that flag and the medals of valor given to him hadn't softened the loss at all.  

Felix tried his best to stay calm while Junior ran him through the events leading up to his own injury. Still, his little tics started popping up. His hand tapped insistently at his thigh and he clenched his jaw lightly, staring at the young man. He reminded himself that he couldn’t be angry, he couldn’t be angry at the boy for doing everything his father had taught him, everything that Felix himself had tried to teach him. He took a deep breath and gave a slight nod. “…I’m proud of you.”

[littleshitblake]

"We were in Pakistan and under fire.  A civilian got caught in the crossfire and shot.  He was a father with a bunch of kids, they depended on him living.  I dragged him to safety and took a bullet to the chest in the process.  I was in the hospital for a long while."  He paused.  "And I was in a coma for a week.  When I got healthy enough to leave the hospital, that's when I got the call about you being put in the hospital too.  They gave these to my former C.O. because they couldn't find me.  He awarded me with them today."

Felix hadn’t looked up at his nephew but when the boxes were slid into his line of sight, he glanced over at them. His gaze caught and he continued staring, scrutinizing the very familiar boxes. His eyes moved over the certificate and then he finally looked up at Junior, jaw clenched tightly. He knew what they were, he knew what they were awarded for, and for a brief moment he was furious. It died down.

"You want to tell me what happened?"