Casey Jr.'s first word was ‘Weo.’
His second was ‘Cashee’ or ‘Raff’ or ‘Bifurcated Time Branch’—depending on who you asked.
At 36 months old he was their tiny poet. The Kraang was rearing its head, its mouth still smoking from the detonating hockey puck when Cassandra tucked his leg back into the fold of her baby wrap, unsheathed her stick's retractable blade, and asked, "What shall we do to the big bad annoying Kraang?" and out came his first, fully-formed sentence.
"TAKE ITS BRAINS!"
Donnie said, "What."
Leo said, "What."
Raph said, "NO?" and Cassandra said, "Yucky—but sure."
SCHLICK went the Kraang. Mikey added, "that's what you call a butterfly cut, kiddo—what did you just say?"
Casey howled, "TAKE ITS BRAINS."
No alien brains were taken (though Donnie would've liked to, very much). But Casey had a knack for putting the soul of the thing into words.
The first day they'd run out of sugar, he passed around flat stones he'd plucked from a river and declared, "DESSERT!"
Mikey sniffed at it. "What kind is it?" he asked, not unkind.
"A cuppycake."
"Ah, a cupcake?"
Donnie—dismally unfunny after they'd officially ran out of coffee rations, and then cigarettes—scoffed. "What would you know about dessert. Do you even know how frosting tastes like?" and Casey pointed at a passing cloud, then pretended his heart burst into tiny, lovestruck pieces.
"Like BWAH," Casey said, giddy.
Later, he'd fish the truth out of the air again; the last time Leo and Raph fought like this they'd been teenagers. Not imposing figureheads of a rebel group. Teary-eyed, Casey chased after Leo all the way out of the camp, wrapped his arms tight around Leo's knee, and dug his feet in.
“You need to come back and, and, and hug each other real tight or else—! Or else your arms will forget forever."
"Forever." Leo touched his throat; it hurt from all the yelling.
Casey's lower lip wobbled. "And ever."
Kid was right again, of course. The days rolled into weeks, into seasons, into the Year We Don't Like to Talk About, and his arms had forgotten; he'd dropped the hug on the way here, maybe, got distracted by some ugly three-headed Kraang and tripped on a punchline, and Raph was gone in the morning. No one there for the final sendoff.
Casey didn't get the concept. At six years old, the kid could perform triple axels around any fresh recruit, but he still couldn't sort out his tenses. Said "I eated!" or "I beated your ass, sensei!"; his past and present verbs tangling like fishing lines.
Kid had a point, Leo thought. What was the difference anyway? Leo missed Raph. Misses Raph. Is missing Raph. Will miss Raph, for the rest of his days, in perplexing ways that will continue to surprise him, like the sunrise outside the canyon. How it rose and rose and rose and rose.
Halfway up the ascent, Leo's knees buckled. Hadn't the future dissolved in that instant? Ten years, he'd promised Mikey. This time we play for keeps. Still: the end of the world, ecosystem degradation, no brother to haunt him; dystopia after dystopia. Something inside him was blackening.
"Had a bad dream," Leo said, shivering as the kid grabbed his cheeks.
Casey said, “Well, have a better one!”
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will peter be like an older brother to miles in lof ?
absolutely he is
there's about an 11 year difference between them (Miles is 14, Peter is 25), so it's a lot more like the older brother type of relationship that Peter has with Tim (despite Tim being his uncle). Peter has mentored(ish) other young heroes by this point (mostly in the Bats' universe) but since Miles is another Spider-Man, Peter takes up most of the responsibility in making sure Miles is safe and teaching him the ropes. That's HIS sassy child genius, thank you, and he's not a sidekick, he's Spider-Man.
He was also adamant that Miles tell his parents immediately, and gets along great with Rio and Jeff.
Which is HILARIOUS to me because at this point in time, Peter has built up a persona for the public eye just like the Bats did. In Rio and Jeff's eyes, they're gobsmacked that the clumsy, scatterbrained, and "scaredy-cat" kid that Tony Stark adopted a while ago is Spider-Man. (Technically, none of this is a lie. Because Peter is a terrible liar unless it's For the Jokes, and often comes across this way even if he hadn't meant to.) They're wondering how he pulled that off since he's the same age as Spider-Man, who is known to be an Avenger, and associates in the same circles as Peter. It helps that Peter and Spider-Man have been in a social media war, and that Peter works at the Daily Bugle that is known for disliking Spider-Man. Peter's been taking lessons for years atp to keep his identity safe. Which is also bonus points to Peter, because the two can tell that secret identities mean everything to him, but he told them who he was in a heartbeat (literally the very first thing he did when he found Miles).
In other words: Peter was ecstatic to become a teacher for his own matching superhero kid and it's one of the most important bonds in his life. That's his baby brother now!!
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Is this a hot take? Maybe? I’d describe it as a “Reheated poorly in the microwave” take at best. But y’all, calm down. The writers are still the same, so are the VA’s, it’s gonna be a good show no matter what.
Also, be nice to the new animators. Unless you actually draw and/or animate, you have such little room to talk. And this isn’t hating towards Epithet Erased, I love Epithet Erased! I’m just pointing out that different or “lower quality” animation doesn’t mean it’s not good. The new animation looks fine, and have you forgotten some of the shots from the trailer?
Chang’e looking up at the broken sky? Beautiful! The first real look at the Hundred Eyes Demon? Immaculate! When Wukong is getting re-banded again? I feel bad for my favorite stupid smart person, but that shot slapped!
Give it a chance, you might be pleasantly surprised.
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