#Roof Tile Roll forming Machine

[udwelder]

Cold roll forming machine manufacturer profing #cnc #factory #manufacturing

Focus on the research and development and manufacturing of cold-bending forming equipment, and create a full range of metal forming production lines with craftsmanship. Mainly engaged in roof tile forming units, building column systems, cable support structures, storage shelf systems, trench protection covers and other diversified product matrices, relying on intelligent CNC technology and efficient automated production lines to achieve three core advantages of precise forming, fast delivery, and labor-saving operations. Equipped with a modular design team to provide personalized customization services, flexible production to meet the needs of multiple fields such as construction, electricity, logistics, etc., and use technology to redefine the boundaries of metal processing efficiency.

[twistedsanctuaryvow]

Roofing to Racking – Jugmug’s Versatile Top Hat Profile Machines

In today’s fast-evolving construction and manufacturing industries, versatility, speed, and precision are not just desirable—they’re essential. Jugmug RollForming, a renowned name in India’s metal forming machinery sector, continues to redefine industry standards with its Top Hat Section Roll Forming Machines. From roofing frameworks to industrial storage systems, Jugmug’s top hat profile machines offer unmatched versatility, enabling businesses to streamline production and ensure high-strength, consistent metal profiles for diverse applications.

What is a Top Hat Section?

A Top Hat Section is a type of cold-formed steel profile characterized by its ‘hat’-like cross-section. Typically used in roofing battens, wall studs, racks, cable trays, automotive parts, and structural frameworks, this shape offers:

High strength-to-weight ratio

Load-bearing capacity

Easy integration into modular systems

Aesthetic simplicity and functionality

These sections are vital across industries including construction, HVAC, storage, solar mounting structures, and automotive components—making efficient and precise manufacturing crucial.

Jugmug RollForming: Setting the Standard in Profile Precision

Jugmug RollForming has built a reputation for delivering cutting-edge roll forming machinery with robust design and long-term performance. Their Top Hat Roll Forming Machines are engineered to handle varying material gauges and dimensions with exceptional accuracy.

Key highlights include:

Fully Automated Lines: From decoiling to punching and cutting, Jugmug machines provide seamless automation to reduce labor and errors.

Custom Profile Flexibility: Whether you're producing narrow top hat profiles for cable trays or wider sections for roofing purlins, Jugmug’s systems are adaptable.

High-Speed Production: Speeds up to 20–40 meters per minute ensure rapid output without sacrificing quality.

Material Compatibility: Suitable for GI, CR, HR, SS, aluminum, and pre-painted steel coils.

Applications: From Roofing to Racking

Jugmug’s Top Hat Roll Forming Machines cater to a broad spectrum of industries and use cases:

1. Roofing Frameworks

Top hat sections are widely used as roof battens to support metal sheeting or tiles. Jugmug machines can produce consistent battens with pre-punched holes for quick installation, saving time and labor at construction sites.

2. Cable Trays & Electrical Channels

Precision is critical in cable management systems. Jugmug’s machinery ensures smooth edges and accurate profiles that support safe and efficient cable routing.

3. Storage Racks & Shelving

Industrial racking demands profiles that are both strong and uniform. Jugmug’s machines offer roll forming solutions with customizable hole punching and profile depths for heavy-duty shelving systems.

4. HVAC & Duct Framing

Top hat channels serve as structural frames in HVAC systems. Jugmug ensures clean, sharp profiles that are easy to assemble and provide long-term stability.

5. Solar Panel Mounting Structures

For solar farms and rooftop systems, corrosion-resistant and structurally sound profiles are a must. Jugmug machines can handle galvanized and coated materials, providing solar-grade quality.

Design, Engineering & Build Quality

Jugmug RollForming machines are built with a focus on:

Modular Tooling Setup – Quick changeover between different sizes and profile types

Heavy-Duty Construction – Ensures stability during high-speed operations

Hydraulic/Servo Cutting Units – For clean, burr-free profile ends

In-Line Punching – Custom punching patterns integrated into the roll forming line

Each machine is tested under industrial load conditions and meets ISO standards, reflecting Jugmug’s commitment to quality and safety.

Customization at its Core

Jugmug understands that no two manufacturers are the same. That’s why their Top Hat Roll Forming Machines offer:

Variable roll stand configuration (12 to 24+ stations)

Adjustable width and depth

Interchangeable tooling for multi-profile setups

Integration with PLC and HMI for real-time monitoring and control

This adaptability means Jugmug machines are suitable for batch production, just-in-time manufacturing, or mass production lines.

Why Choose Jugmug RollForming?

1. Industry Experience With decades of engineering excellence, Jugmug has supplied machines across India and abroad, earning the trust of OEMs and infrastructure giants alike.

2. After-Sales Support Their dedicated service team offers on-site commissioning, training, and lifetime technical assistance—ensuring your operations never halt.

3. Custom Engineering Jugmug works closely with clients to design machine setups that meet exact application needs, offering true “concept to commissioning” solutions.

4. Competitive Pricing Despite their world-class quality, Jugmug machines are affordably priced, giving Indian manufacturers a strong ROI and global manufacturing edge.

Conclusion: The Right Machine for the Right Profile

Whether you're building a skyscraper’s roofing system or setting up an industrial racking warehouse, Jugmug RollForming offers the precision, durability, and support needed to stay ahead of the curve. Their Top Hat Profile Roll Forming Machines bring versatility and performance under one roof—making Jugmug a trusted name in India’s metal forming sector.

Ready to Scale Your Metal Profile Production?

Contact Jugmug RollForming today to get a custom quote or schedule a demo of their top hat section roll forming line.

[elegantemma]

Q tile roofing machine st

#Zimbabwe Q Tile Roll Forming Machine   Color Steel Roof Tile Roll Forming Machine Roof Tile Roll Forming Machine Euro Tile Roll Forming Machine #Box Profile Roll Forming Machine #Bricktile Roll Forming Machine corrugated roof tile roll forming marking machine штамповочная машина для обкатки гофрированной кровли Tuile de toit ondulé rouleau formant la machine de marquage Máquina de marcado de moldeo por rodadura de tejas de techo corrugado المموج سقف البلاط المتداول تشكيل آلة وسم

【Whatsapp】+86 18627926779 【Email】 emma@steelmama.com 【Web】www.steelmama.com              www.tilemakingmachinery.com

we are the professional manufacturer for roll forming machine in China and we export roll forming machinery all over the world. If you need information about this topic ,Steelmamais the best choice!

#corrugated roof tile roller making machine #corrugated roof tile making machine #aluminum corrugated roof tile roll forming machine #corrugated roof tile cold roll forming machine #corrugated roof tile cold roll forming mchine #corrugated roof tile machine #Galvanized aluminum colored corrugated roof tile #cold glazed roof tile forming machine #rooftilerollformingmachine #bricktilerollformingmachine #Qtilerollformingmachine #roofingtilerollformingmachine #colorsteelrooftilerollformingmachine #steelrooftilerollformingmachine #Zimbabwe Q tile roll formingmachine #Rollformingmachine #rooftilerollformingmachine #colorsteelrooftilemachine #Qtilerollformingmachinefactory

[kelly-yu123]

Профнастил С-8 материал C-8 Такой профнастил имеет трапециевидную форму гофры. russian model c8 roofing machine c8 metal roofing roll forming machine Machine de formage de rouleau de toiture en métal C8

【Whatsapp】+86 13505403010 【Email】 kelly@steelmama.com 【Web】www.steelmama.com www.tilemakingmachinery.com 【Youtube】https://bit.ly/3R2Mcmn

c8aluminiumroofingsheetmakingmachine

c8doublelayerrollformingmachinerussian

C8roofandwallsheetrollformingmachine

C8metalsheetmachine

c8roofpanel

C8roofsheetrollformingmachine

C8roofingpanelrollformingmachine

C8trapezoidalformingmachinefromChinasupplier

c8c10c21c44rollformingmachine

C80Cprofilerollformingmachine

CorrugatedboardforroofC8

GlazedSteelTileRollFormingMachineC8

popularrussiantypec18roofformingmachine

RussiaC-8profilesheetmachine

RussiaTypeWallPanelSheetRollFormingMachine

russianglazedtilerollformingmachine

russianmodelc8roofingmachine

russianmodelc8

RussianStyleC8RoofPanelRollFormingMachine

c8 aluminium roofing sheet making machine

c8 double layer roll forming machine russian

C8 roof and wall sheet roll forming machine

C8 metal sheet machine

c8 roof panel

C8 roof sheet roll forming machine

C8 roofing panel roll forming machine

C8 trapezoidal forming machine from China supplier

c8 c10 c21 c44 roll forming machine

C80 C profile roll forming machine

Corrugated board for roof C8

Glazed Steel Tile Roll Forming Machine C8

popular russian type c18 roof forming machine

Russia C-8 profile sheet machine

Russia Type Wall Panel Sheet Roll Forming Machine

russian glazed tile roll forming machine

russian model c8 roofing machine

russian model c8

Russian Style C8 Roof Panel Roll Forming Machine

[victorialian]

Roof Tile Glazed tile Roll Forming Machine roofing sheet making machine ...

[qocsuing]

Review – Double deck roll forming machines

Review – Double deck roll forming machines

Double deck roll forming machine is a type of machine can create a variety of forming profiles to provide to the sheet metal market a diversity of utility choices and good options to constructions. Vietsteel Ltd will detail some information about some most common double deck roll forming machines available on the market.Get more news about double deck compression forming machine,you can vist our website!

At present, Vietsteel can provide 4 series lines of double deck roll forming machines as the result of combinations of the two roll forming decks within the machine: both roofing roll forming decks (DR), a roofing roll forming deck and a corrugated roll forming deck (DC), a roofing roll forming deck and a Step tile roll forming deck (DS), a Step tile roll forming deck and a corrugated roll forming deck (SC). Each line includes two models with different forming speeds. Our customers have a diversity of options.

The Advantages of Double Deck Roll Forming Machine

The machine has excellent forming speed, high production efficiency, output sheeting are at great quality. The double deck roll forming machines by Vietsteel help businesses save time, resources and operating costs. Costs and prices are reasonable. The machine produces products with almost absolute accuracy, with minimum tolerance figures in shape and size. Machines work steadily for 15 years with 1 year warranty. Double deck roll forming machines can produce sheeting for many different thicknesses, colors, materials upon customers’ orders. The origins of machines and components are clearly verified. For our clients, Vietsteel’s team will advise the right model that is suitable with the business situation.

[superdamachine86]

Arc roof tile bending machine

[rollformingmachine-blog]

Sen Fung was established in 1963 as a professional manufacturer of roll forming machines and is the leading manufacturer and exporter of roll forming machines in Taiwan. We are using COPRAR and AUTO CAD softwares for roller design.With more than half a contury of experience and strict quality control, our products meet European CE and International Standards. Products Include Roofing, Tile Sheet, Ceiling T-Bar, Partition Beam, Floordeck, Door Frame, Purlin,Stainless Steel Pipe and Flooring Deck Equipments......etc. Address: No. 131.Sec 3,Zhongshan N.Rd. Danshuei Township,Taipei Country 251,Taiwan Tel:+886-2-26220000 Fax:+886-2-26252086 E-mail:service@senfung.com Website: http://www.senfung.com

Please check our other videos: High Speed Corrugated Roofing Sheet Roll Forming Machine Corrugated Roofing Sheet Roll Forming Machine Floor Decking Roll Forming Line C&Z Purlin Pre-cut/Punching/Size Adjustable Roll Forming Machine C&Z Purlin Roll Forming Machine Double-Layer Roll Forming Machine Stud & Track Roll Forming Machine Storage Racking Roll Forming Machine Rack Beam Roll Forming Machine Storage Upright Roll Forming Machine Guardrail Roll Forming Machine T-Bar Roll Forming Machine Door Frame Roll Forming Machine Roofing Tile Roll Forming Machine Uncoiler/Decoiler More Videos

[dongpeng]

760 Roof cold forming machine In use by customers

[rollformerchina]

Corrugated tile machine trapez sheet profile roll forming machine for sale, Wall cladding trapez panel sheet or corrugated roof tile using for construction, applicated in various industrial plants, villages, warehouse, hotels, markets, exhibition & station construction material using. PLC control roll forming system, and high quality roller material with long lifespan. Formed sheet goods looking and classical appearance. The trapezoidal metal corrugated roofing system has the function of uniformly applying the full section and combining the functions of beam, plate and waterproof. The trapezoidal metal corrugated roofing system can simplify the roof design, save materials, shorten the construction period and reduce the project cost. Improve economic efficiency. Trapezoidal metal can be applied to the gutter reconstruction project of traditional metal arch roofing system, and can also be widely used in industrial plants, warehouses, garages, shopping malls, restaurants, auditorium buildings.

[jinggongmachine]

Color steel tles are common in our lives. They are processed by color steel roof tile roll forming machines. They are mainly used in the construction industry. The application of color steel tiles has greatly improved the appearance and quality of buildings and enriched our lives. Slab corrugated tile is one of them.Today, the color steel roof tile roll forming machine manufacturers will introduce to you in which fields the color steel tile has been applied.

 The color steel tile is processed by the roof tile roll forming machine, and various types of color steel tile plates are made by various pressure rollers of the color steel roof tile roll forming machine, and then cut to become suitable plates that can be used in different industries.

 1.The advantages and applications of the color steel tile made by the color steel roof tile roll forming machine

Color steel tiles are beautiful in appearance,rich in colors, and easy to install. Therefore, they are used in many fields.They are mainly used for roof decoration and eaves decoration of various buildings.

 2.The classification of the color steel tile manufactured by the color steelroof tile roll forming machine

 Color steel tiles can be divided into ordinary lap type color steel tiles, buckle type color steel tiles, and bite type color steel tiles according to different applications and connection methods.

 According to different materials,it can be divided into hot-dip galvanized steel color steel tiles, galvanized steel color steel tiles, high-strength steel color steel tiles,etc.Ilts strong corrosion resistance,light weight and maintenance-free performance make it to be proper to produce large-scale industrial and mining plants, warehouses, steel structure roof trusses and large equipment.

 The above are the advantages and applications of the color steel tile that the color steel roof tile roll forming machin emanufacturer introduced to you./l hope our introduction can be helpful to you.For more information, please click tovisit our website.

[cunmacvietnam]

https://cunmac.com/product/tile-roofi... 

Automatic roll forming and cutting with inverter, PLC, HMI 

- Automatic programmable length settings via the touch panel 

- Roller and blade are fabricated from alloy and SKD11 steel 60-62HRC 

- Electrical and hydraulic components made from Japan, Germany 

-  Save history for orders in 30 days - Stable operation over 20 hours per day with strong power and body frame 

- 2 encoders for rear and front cutting 

️⛳ CUNMAC Việt Nam 

📱 +84 981 402 902 

📧 cs@cunmac.com 

�� https://cunmac.com/

[elegantemma]

High performance roofing tile machine

Romania Învelitori metalice Russia Металлочерепица Андалузия Finland Металочерепиця Валенсія Німеччина Метални керемиди BILKA Iberic Mat roof roll forming machine steel roll forming machine roof machine 【Whatsapp】+86 18627926779 【Email】 emma@steelmama.com 【Web】www.steelmama.com              www.tilemakingmachinery.com             www.rollformingmachine.cn/

#Învelitorimetalice #МеталлочерепицаАндалузия #МеталочерепицяВаленсіяНімеччина #МеталникеремидиBILKAIbericMat #Romaniametalroofmachine #Russiametalroofingmachine #Finlandmetalroofingmachine

[immabethehero]

Encantober Day 11 - Door

Love is an open doorrrr.....

Aight this was originally for another fic, but I thought it was cute as a stand-alone too, so here ^u^

~~~~~~~

Casita comes back to life, its magic strong and family stronger. A new mural has been carved out on the front door. Mirabel stands in the centre, the others smile behind her. Casita pulls Mirabel inside first, followed closely by the rest of the family. Music plays, people dance and a new picture is taken. Mirabel and Bruno are in the centre of their chaotic, happy family. Once shattered, now whole.

An impromptu party begins. Luisa is handed cold drink after cold drink while Agustín massages her shoulders. Camilo and a few kids play a friendly round of football with Casita, Antonio shows off his many animal friends to the other kids, Dolores and Mariano chat upstairs on the steps to Bruno’s room, Isabela, Pepa and Félix dance to Mirabel’s accordion. Bruno and Julieta rest on a bench, happy to watch their sister dance freely like she used to so long ago. 

Alma stands off to the side, happily watching the villagers engage. She hasn’t seen any of her kids or her grandkids this happy in quite some time. Casita’s tiles push the family matriarch out onto the dance floor, where Félix engages her in a light waltz.

As Mirabel plays her accordion with the village musicians, another golden butterfly flies through the open roof. It lands on Mirabel’s nose, making the others laugh. Mirabel shakes it off, but is surprised when the butterfly returns. Confused, she puts her accordion down. The butterfly flutters around her head before flying to the stairs. Perhaps she should follow it? Mirabel advances up the stairs, where the butterfly flies to the nursery, except-

It lands on the doorknob to a new door next to the nursery, one no one had noticed until now. The door sparkles gold and the frame is teal blue, matching Julieta's family. Mirabel suddenly notices the “M” on the door and her heart skips a beat. Julieta and Agustín suddenly appear beside her. Both gasp when they see the new door.

Bruno and Antonio are on Mirabel’s left. Antonio grips Mirabel’s multicoloured skirt, eyes hopeful. Bruno knocks on the railing, then his head, muttering prayers.

Mirabel reaches out to touch the doorknob, but draws back. What if it disappears again? She turns around and faces Abuela, who holds the candle, burning brighter than ever. Abuela only smiles softly, her eyes filling with tears.

Luisa and Isabela join Julieta and Agustín, clutching each other. The rest of Pepa and Félix’s family are at the top of the stairs. The family is spread out around her, apprehensive yet hopeful.

Abuela gestures to the doorknob. Mirabel turns back to the door, her heartbeat speeding up, her hands suddenly feeling damp. She wipes them on her skirt and reaches out.

The minute her fingers touch the doorknob, the sparkles form into Mirabel’s image, capturing every detail, from the designs on her skirt to her light green glasses. Butterflies surround her mural, and a candle is drawn in each corner. The family can only gape in amazement. None are as surprised as Mirabel.

She opens the door to see a new room, much larger than the nursery. The walls are painted a lovely teal with colourful butterflies. It's big enough for her to dance in! Her belongings and furniture are spread out instead of cramped together. A new, larger bed stands beside the window seat. By her desk and sewing machine is a large shelf of different threads, ready to be used on any new clothes. A brand new accordion is hung up by the door, along with her mochila bag. It’s… normal. But it’s all hers.

For a second, all is quiet. Then a sob breaks out. Mirabel slumps to the floor, bawling from joy, or sadness, or maybe a mix of both. Bruno immediately sits next to her and hugs her, though he too can’t stop the tears that roll down his cheeks. Julieta and Agustín are not far behind, softly crying as well. Abuela sighs in relief and gazes up at the sky, thanking Pedro for this one last gift.

Antonio squeezes in next, crying with joy. “You got a door, Mira! You got a door!”

Mirabel’s sisters join in the hug, and soon the whole family is wrapped up in another group hug. Downstairs, the Guzmáns quietly usher the townsfolk out, leaving the family to their private celebration.

[kittydemon9000]

The Beginning of Heatstroke, aka Red's Villain Origin

* crashes down from the ceiling * I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED ONE OF MY 5+ CURRENT WRITING PROJECTS! BEHOLD, A WRITTEN VERSION OF THE 'Red's Villain Origin AU', also known as RVO / Heatstroke AU

To summarize the AU for SPBNR for those that don't now it: 

“Who'd be the biggest conspiracy theorist out of the M!Ninja? The one who drinks 5 hour energy at 3am and spits off the craziest theories and then actually gets it right but nobody gives the theory any merit because the rest of the theories are too crazy?”

The answer: Red / M!Kai

Red: Okay hear me out: Smith is actually an alternative version of one of us sent here from another dimension.

The other M!Ninja: You’re just saying that because Smith’s cool and you want him to be your counterpart

Based on the M!ninja making red cork boards trying to figure out ‘What Is Up With Smith’: Red gets increasingly accurate and nobody will believe him (all pre shogun reveal) and he eventually snaps and takes up a secret villain persona to fight Shogun like 'if they won't believe me I'll do it myself' and it gets awkward when he accidentally does too much damage and catches not only Shogun's attention like planned, but also the rest of the Ninjaforce, and now he has to keep his own identity a secret

So, without further ado, I present... Heatstroke

------------

Red blamed the 5-hour energy coffee blend at 3:00am for this.

It was no surprise that between ‘Operation: What’s Going on with Smith’ & the sudden appearance of Shogun that the resident Bounty red-stringed ‘joke’ cork-board doubled in size and seriousness. It also was no surprise that Red had a corner all to himself and that his theories were… in the words of the others, ‘wildly inaccurate and implausible’.

But this time, he was sure he’d gotten it right.

Smith is Shogun sent here from another continent/planet/dimension with the goal of protecting Ninjago City.

The latest string of laughs and scoffs at his theory was the last straw. He’d show them. He’d prove it!

Which was why he was currently standing on the roof of a noodle house, awkwardly adjusting the spare motorcycle helmet he’d ‘borrowed’ from Nya and painted black and orangey-yellow (red had seemed too obvious). He’d exchanged his Ninjaforce outfit for a soot-burned cross between a bomber jacket and a leather jacket. Down his back jutted a row of flames like the spines of a monster, courtesy of one of Nya & Jay’s unfinished inventions Red had modified- surely nothing bad would come of that!

For tonight, the Red Ninja was off-duty. For tonight, it was Heatstroke’s turn.

He fiddled with one of the weapons he’d ‘lent out’ from Master Wu. It resembled a small arm canon, like a smaller version of the Ultimate Weapon. The plaque under its post had read ‘Elemental Focuser’, which, in cryptic Wu speak, probably translated to ‘you can use an elemental power like something out of Avatar: The Last Airbender’. So far he’d only figured out how to activate a focused jet of fire. Well, at least it was on brand. He hoped it would help him catch Shogun’s attention so he could unmask him.

He’d tried confronting Smith at school, of course. But there were only so many ways of saying ‘are you the new vigilante helping the ninjas’, and Smith has a genuine talent for dancing around the topic. Red could confront him with the name Shogun to get a proper reaction, but that would mean explaining how he knew the name and outing himself as the Red Ninja.

So fake villainy really was the only way.

His plan was to use the Elemental Focuser to cause some minor petty damage, just enough to attract the new vigilante. Perhaps set a trash can on fire, block an alleyway with rocks (if he figured out how to change the setting from fire to earth), small things that could easily be repaired.

Of course, plans were never actually stuck to. One way or another, something was always improvised.

Red’s improvisation just happened to involve him accidentally setting the entire alleyway on fire.

He’d only been aiming for one dumpster, honest! And maybe he’d spotted a couple fliers for a SoG meeting on the ground and happened to burn those too. And a newspaper article blaming Lloyd for the recent Garmadon attack, again. And an article about those ‘Damn Ninja Menaces’ by a S. Sonah Sameson. And-

Okay, so maybe Red had aimed the fire at a few small targets. But just a few! And with good reason and good care, but…

Well, fire liked to burn. Give it enough kindle and it’ll continue to grow, stretching like reaching branches towards each other to join in a massive bonfire. 

So now the entire alleyway was on fire, and Red was panicking. 

He’d luckily chosen an abandoned part of town near the beaches where Shogun sightings seemed most frequent, but with the stupid Elemental Focuser not switching from fire mode to water mode or ice mode or something that didn’t have the potential to burn Ninjago City to the ground, Red had no way of stopping the flames.

And more flames meant more destruction which meant a bigger audience.

Which was why his previously muted comm suddenly flared to life, the only warning Red had before Nya’s water strider mech slid around the corner.

Red scrambled onto a roof as the mech drove past, spraying water at the bonfire to dose it. His sigh of relief was just as quickly dosed as Lloyd’s voice came over the comms; “Status, Grey?”

“Flames are out,” Nya replied. “Pursing the joker that set it ablaze.”

Uh oh. Red took off across the roof, leaping from building to building. Tiles creaked, pebbled and dust scattering underfoot. The sounds of the mech’s engine roaring behind him echoed through alleyways below to create the illusion the mech was everywhere at once. 

As the chase grew on, more mechs started to join in. Red ducked into a narrow avenue to avoid Zane’s tank, then under a cafe overhang to throw off Jay and Lloyd. His heart hammered in his chest and he groaned, filling the inside of the motorcycle helmet with steam. Saying this was going ‘bad’ would be the understatement of the century. 

What had he been thinking? Oh wait: he hadn’t. Seriously? ‘Oh I’ll just pretend to be a villain real quick, that should get Shogun’s attention and not the attention of literally my entire team of fellow ninjas!’ Stupid, impulsive, this was why everyone was always calling the red ninja the ‘hothead’ when he really tried not to be- Lloyd’s voice over the comms snapped him from his thoughts. “I can’t catch them! It’s like they know our every move!”

Red winced as he climbed up a banister and leapt from balcony to balcony. Sorry, Lloyd. 

He didn’t miss how the others asked Nya where Red was. And how she made up excuses the others bought so easily- granted, he’d told those excuses to his sister before setting his plan into motion, but still, ouch. They acted like he was simply being at best too busy and at worst lazy and selfish.

He just wanted them to know the truth! Why couldn’t they at least try to believe him when-

Of course, that was when Shogun dropped out of the sky and tackled him.

Red shouted with surprise as he tumbled down from the second floor, slamming into a few softer bags of garbage to break his fall before rolling and slamming into the unforgiving concrete. A crack formed in his vision as the visor of his motorbike helmet smacked into the concrete ground. One of the fire jets on his back sputtered and sparked, sending a thin wisp of smoke into the air.

Shogun pinned his wrists to the ground and growled. “Who are you?”

Red tried to break free, agony turning his muscles and bones to fire with the movement after his fall, but the vigilante was too strong. Damn, how often did this guy train?

“Who am I?” Red said, a nervous tinge to his voice. He quickly smoothed it over with faked confidence. “Who are you? Who are all of us, really?”

Shogun narrowed his eyes behind his hood. “Did Garmadon send you? Or someone else?”

Red sputtered. Really, the nerve! Garmadon? The thought turned his insides to disgusting mud. “Nobody sent me!”

“Then why are you here?” Shogun spat.

“Why am I here?” Why was he here again? Oh right, the bright idea on how to reveal that Shogun was Smith. “It’s, uh… a valid reason! That I don’t have to tell you!” He tried for a villainous laugh. Stay in character, don’t blow your cover, you got this!

Shogun was unimpressed. “Nearly burning down my home was a valid reason?”

“Well, I wasn’t trying to set everything on- wait, WHAT?” Uh oh. “You LIVE here?”

Now it was Shogun’s turn to look uncomfortable, though the expression was quickly wiped from his face. “Nothing wrong with this district.” 

Red nodded. “‘Course not. Uh, sorry about that… wasn’t my intention, I swear.”

Shoot, he could hear Jay’s jet getting closer. He had to get out of here, but Shogun, annoyingly, didn’t seem to be in the mood to simply let him go. “Then what is your intention?”

“Well, for starters, it’s getting out of here. This really isn’t going to plan and I’d rather just be home right now, or even inventing a time machine like in that book ‘Hands of Time’ to slap my past self in the face for even thinking about this stupid idea in the first place-“

Jay wasn’t the only one that could ramble under pressure, it seemed.

Shogun leaned closer. “What idea?”

Red shrugged as best he could with how he was pinned to the ground. “Well, for starters, I just wanted to prove to my friends that you’re Smith, and things just kinda escalated from-”

The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he said. 

Shogun lurched back, letting go of him. His eyes betrayed a kaleidoscope of emotions; surprise, worry, suspicious, hurt, fear, realization. 

“…Kai?”

Well, f!ck.

“I-“

Red was about to badly attempt to bullsh!t his way out of his identity reveal before it suddenly dawned on him that Shogun had not denied his theory. 

Which meant Shogun was Smith.

And it also meant Smith instantly recognized him as Kai, which, considering his disguise, was aptly concerning. Sure, he was the first one in his group of friends people would think to do something this extreme but give him some credit! Zane was a regular detective, he’d do the same if it meant answers! Or, well, at least something similar. And Nya could be an adrenaline seeker. And Lloyd- well, maybe not Lloyd. Or Jay, either. Cole had his head just enough on his shoulders that he probably wouldn’t do this either.

But come on, instantly guessing it?

Well, at least Smith/Shogun didn’t know Kai was the Red Ninja. That would be a catastrophe.

Right. Back to the current catastrophe at hand.

Shogun- Smith- still had a look as if he’d been slapped, and Red hated it. He hadn’t meant to hurt his friend. Shogun… Shogun hadn’t wanted them to find out his identity. And then Red had gone and done it, just to prove that he could be the smart one, or a leader, or the protector so they didn’t get hurt, or literally anything but just the ‘hotheaded one’. 

…And he’d done it in the most hotheaded, impulsive way possible.

He really was an idiot.

The cracked helmet hid the look on his face, a twisted mess of distraught and shame. But it didn’t help hide how he took stumbled to his feet and away from Smith, nervous that any second he’d spill another mistake and mess up again, like how he always freaking messed up on everything. Don’t pick this fight, interject there instead, no, not there, idiot, there, FMS why are you so useless-

Focus, focus.

Lloyd’s voice, sharp in the intercom and full of static from his tumble, snapped him from his thoughts. “Anyone got eyes on the arsonist?”

Red caught Smith’s eye as he raised his hand to his own communicator. He was so screwed, so busted, so doomed… Smith would report it, and the others would know, and they’d think he was just messing around in an alleyway with some stolen devices and weapons out of curiosity or rage, - and-

“None yet, still looking.”

…What?

Smith stared at him, gaze searching. He looked shaken, more so than Red- who’d just taken a fall from a second story, mind you, it was a miracle he wasn’t more injured than a couple small scrapes and some future bruises-, yet everything from the set of his jaw to the softening of his furrowed brows suggested a change in emotions. Well, not quite change; more like repress and replace.

“You wanted to prove yourself, didn’t you.”

Red flushed, hand instinctually clamping into a tight fist at his side. The still-working fire jets on his back ignited without him pressing any buttons; faulty activation from the fall or something. 

Palms up and hands raised, Smith silently asked to defuse the situation. “Didn’t mean it as an insult. This wasn’t about venting some anger, was it.”

Red’s lack of response only confirmed it. Smith continued. “I won’t say anything about this if you don’t tell anyone my identity. Deal? I know finding it out was important to you, but-“

“Deal,” Red interrupted. Guilt ate away at his core, like a wave of water dousing a candle. “Smith, I-“ He swallowed hard and stared at the alley floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… to…”

Smith’s hand was suddenly on his shoulder and he flinched before relaxing as Smith didn’t move further, nor did the grip tighten. “I’m a little hurt, you’re right. But I’m not mad. And I won’t tell the others, so you can relax. But you better get out of here and get yourself an alibi. We can talk at school or something.”

Wow, he was handling this rather calmly. Red was struck by the sudden memory of- what did Jay call the word? Right. Compartmentalizing. That… wasn’t healthy. But at the roar of Lloyd’s mech somewhere nearby, he didn’t comment further. Instead, he shot Smith a grateful nod and ran down the alley, sticking to the shadows and blind spots of the flying mechs and the tight alleyways where the land mechs couldn’t reach him. 

When he got home, miraculously without further incident (though Shogun leading the others on a wild goose chase over the comms certainly helped there), he ditched the outfit in a bag hidden beneath a loose floorboard in the shed. He’d return the weapon to Master Wu’s ship later, and… well, hope Nya never searched for the missing supplies. There wasn’t a way of fixing it without involving her or Jay, and neither was an option.

Heatstroke was back off duty, and so was the Red Ninja.

For now, he could just be Kai Smith. And there wasn’t any issue with that.

…

Right?

—————

yooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS IS AMAZING REHJJGFHDESFXJVZ

and ah yes, good ol trauma and compartmentalizing, we love to see it

[builder051]

Whumptober 2021 day 5: Misunderstanding

Nat on fire

Small mentions of drug use, sickness, emeto

___________________________

Nat gets the call to action a few minutes past five on Wednesday morning. Her phone, stashed in the bed and still on its charger , begins to blare loudly, as does the pager she’s long since thrown into the depths of the closet. Once she answers one, they’ll both stop. It’s usually convenient, except that today she’s nowhere near either of them.

On a normal morning, Nat would still be in bed. Probably still in the dregs of REM, but lately, she’s just been drifting off at this hour, the drink and drugs in her system wearing down and leaving her to catch a short rest.

That’s not today, though. It’s the middle of the week, and Nat’s not stupid. She hasn’t shot up in two days. She hates to think that small of a break would put her in withdrawal, for she can’t be that addicted, can she? But that’s about the only logical cause Nat can think of for her sudden and desperate urge to leap out of bed and spill her guts into the toilet.

She’s been at it since…midnight? Maybe two. There was definitely a two showing on her glowing digital alarm clock when she dashed past it and skidded on her knees into the tiny bathroom. Hours have passed; Nat can tell without turning around to look at the clock. Her abdominal muscles have begin to hurt from heaving. She’s distinctly lightheaded, even perched up with the support of the toilet seat. Everything tastes like sour tropical fruit and salt and sweat. And Fury has a general rule about not calling before don’t-be-a-dick o’clock.

There’s a pause in the loud ringing from the bedroom behind her, then it all starts up again. Someone’s hit redial. Nat sighs and leans away from the toilet bowl, testing herself before leaving it completely. She’s fine, though shaky, and her throat seems both abraded and extra wet. “Ok,” she says, trying to push out speech without having to cough first.

Nat reaches around in the now-cold bedclothes and finds her phone, lit up and flashing Fury’s name.

“What?” Nat groans, almost before she has the speaker to her ear.

“Well, good morning to you,” Fury says in a clipped, annoyed tone. “What took you so long?”

“I was asleep…”

“Yeah, well, speedy reaction times are still a thing.”

Nat rolls her eyes, but but the movement brings back full-on nausea, so she stops, presses her shaky, slightly damp hand to her forehead, and takes two steps back until she finds the closet door against which to ground herself.

“Romanov?” Fury seems mildly concerned about her. Or maybe the connection of the call.

“Yeah,” Nat answers. “Here.”

“Briefing at 6:30. Trouble’s come up,” Fury explains shortly. “In country, so at least the flight’ll be short.”

“Urgent, uh, stuff…?” Nat hazards, her head more than her stomach telling her she’d be more comfortable back in the bathroom. She’s sure she’s emptied out, but that doesn’t mean the urge to retch is gone.

“Do I call you in for anything else?” Fury asks, as if she’s stupid.

“Well, um—“

“Briefing. 6:30,”. Fury shores up. “We still have a coffee machine.”

“Oh—“. Nat has to move her hand down over her mouth. “I’m really not feeling—“

“You’re up to it,” Fury says. “I promise. You’ll be finished by lunch, and you can all go and have your little celebratory hamburgers and what all.”

Nat’s going to explode. She presses what she hopes is the red button to end the call and throws her phone back on the bed. Then she turns on the spot and runs the three or four paces it takes to re-enter the bathroom. She bends at the waist and violently heaves, bringing up absolutely nothing except a dribble of foamy spit.

“Fabulous…”. Nat wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, then tries to force her fuzzy brain into motion. She needs to go into the office, there’s really no choice there. Then things are largely up to fate; she can sit seasick through a PowerPoint and bum along on a mission where she may or my not throw up on a jet, or she can get to the office and experience things going downhill from there. Nat can’t visualize an outcome where everything goes well.

Once she’s feeling steady enough, Nat gets back to her feet and turns on the bathroom light. She ignores the pale yellowish ring she’s made in the toilet and grabs a brush to see to her hair. Under the sink there’s a dusty gallon jug of distilled water, probably meant for the steam iron left untouched on the top shelf of the pantry. Fluids are fluids, though, and Nat has no Gatorade at the moment, so she unseals the lid and lifts the heavy bottle with both hands in order to take a drink. The water tastes like plastic, but anything’s better than the horror currently festering behind her molars.

Nat wore clothes to bed, a pair of faded black sweats and a SHIELD academy t-shirt, so she doesn’t bother getting dressed. She shoves her feet into tennis shoes without socks. Then she nabs a plastic grocery sack that’s listlessly floating across the kitchen tile opposite the window unit AC and stashes inside a pair of rolled up jeans and her phone. Nat takes her keys from the hook beside the front door, then takes a last deep breath and steps out into the hazy dawn.

It’s humid, and Nat’s car is covered in soft condensation. The moisture in the air settles on her upper lip, making her feel artificially hot and sick all over again. It’s only for a second, though, for once Nat’s in her vehicle, she blasts the cold air until she’s thoroughly chilled. Her hand shakes as she adjusts the temperature again to something more moderate, and it takes nearly the entire ride up the highway for her body to settle.

Nat’s fine, apart from a few hard swallows and intent breaths, until she gets to the side streets leading up to the SHIELD building. Half of them are one-way, and with cars illegally parked at intervals where she’d like to be driving, rather more attention is required than she’s prepared to give at the moment.

Nat’s stomach groans as she manages to squeeze past a crooked PT Cruiser with one tire attached to the curb. She swallows quickly a few times, but her mouth waters, and she isn’t sure anything is actually going down.

The next turn puts her at the entrance to the parking garage. Nat’s grateful that her full-time status lets her whiz past the barrier without having to stop and take a ticket. She loops around the first level, then the second. She’s about to go up the third and park on four, which puts her closest to the correct set of offices and locker rooms, but she’s beginning to taste bile again, and she knows she won’t last.

There’s a cluster of parking spaces in front of Nat, the weird angled ones that are most likely to get backed into by other cars as they escape at the end of the day, but, hey. She needs a spot and she needs one now. Nat means to let the car coast forward into the space, but it stagnates, and she hits the accelerator lightly. She has to slam on the break to keep from plowing into the blockade, and the jolt sends pure agony through her head, which then feeds down her spine, and into her abdomen.

“Fuck,” Nat mutters, trying to open the door and escape without first taking off her seatbelt. She hangs out of the car door, gagging for a moment, then her nausea dispels long enough for her come to her senses, disengage the seatbelt, and completely exit the car.

Unsteady on her feet, Nat clings to the door and hangs her head. Her breaths come fast and light perspiration forms on her forehead. Her throat feels gunky and sore, and she’s unaware of what or how much she’s expelling until she hears the splatter agains the garage floor.

A car horn honks suddenly behind Nat, and she starts, whipping her head around. Headlights nearly blind her, but Nat can make out the silhouette of an open door and someone moving toward her.

“Nat?” A familiar voice calls, and she can see him pick up his pace, running now to close the gap between his car and hers.

Nat curses under her breath, then spits and shakes her head. There’s no real hiding the evidence, not at this point. Best she can do is come up with a convincing lie and hope her body can roll with it.

“Are you ok?” Steve asks, approaching her with arm outstretched. He goes to touch her shoulder, but changes his mind at the last moment and places his palm atop the roof of the sedan.

“Um. Yeah.” Nat clears her throat a little, which burns and brings on a secondary desire to turn her insides out, but she clenches every muscle esophagus to colon and manages to keep it down.

“Are you—?”

“Coffee.” Nat tries to find her voice. “Didn’t quite agree with me.”

“Uh…”. Steve shakes his head. “That’s not coffee.”

Nat turns her head a micrometer and sees him looking at the hideously yellow bile running downhill toward her tires.

“Why are you so interested in looking at my…” Nat accuses. “You know. And why’d you honk at me?”

“That was a mistake.” Steve looks mildly ashamed. “I just traded in for a newer model…” He trails off.

“No matter what year it is, you shouldn’t leave it idling like that,” Nat snaps. She gets a swipe in at her face while Steve’s looking backward at his inappropriate high beams.

“You seem like you’re in trouble,” Steve says abruptly, still turned away. “You’re really sick.”

The flickering fluorescents overhead can’t be doing anything good for her complexion. “Eh. Everybody gets hit sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t have had to come in.”

Nat’s laugh comes out more like a weak, hitching sigh. “Try telling that to Fury.”

“You downplay things. Hard. You know?” Steve’s free hand comes out of nowhere and the backs of his fingers rest lightly below Nat’s cheekbone.

“Get off, you creep—“

“Relax. I’m just checking your temperature.” Steve’s smile looks placating, but his eyes are wide and honest.

“Hm.” Nat sniffs and waits for him to be done.

Steve drops his hand back to his side and nods conclusively.

“What?”

“Just what I thought. You’re warm.” Steve doesn’t waste time. “C’mon, I’ll quit idling my engine and take you home.”

“Nah, I’ll probably ruin your new upholstery.” Nat gulps, disgusted by the possibility of new car smell filling her lungs and sinus cavities. “I don’t know. I’ll just…”. Nat looks into her vehicle, dreading the journey back to her apartment. She shifts her eyes back to Steve. “And I’ll have to beg out to Fury first, anyway.”

“I’ll do it for you,” Steve says. “On my word.”

“You’re not going to take pictures on your phone, are you?” Nat asks weakly. “You’re going to need proof to get past that guy…”

“If you can’t ride in a car, you need to be in medical.” Steve seems to realize he hasn’t broken it to her gently, so he backtracks and says, “With beds, you know?”

Nat wants to disagree. Even if she’s not fit for a mission, she can at least be independent. Take care of herself. But what’s she even thinking? She’s barfing in a damn parking garage, getting rescued by a coworker because she can’t even get up to the right floor.

“Fine,” Nat practically growls. “But no needles.” The nurse babysitting her doesn’t need to see the baby track marks dotting her inner elbow. She’ll keep those to herself, thank you very much. “No IVs. Bed. Bin. That’s all.”

“I’ll make sure that’s clearly communicated.” Steve nods , then jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Let me go park that thing, and I’ll walk you in.”

“Sure…”

Steve vanishes, and a moment later, the offensive headlights dim to something more manageable. His car moves forward and comes to a stop a few places down from hers.

Nat could vanish, too. Run into the building. Jump into her driver’s seat and speed off.

She doesn’t need the help. Or the charity. Or the friendship, really. She isn’t quite sure why, but she stays.