“Cocoa for me darling,” Harrison added, blowing a kiss to his husband. Wayne does spoil him so. He plates himself a chocolate chip pancake, layers it with chocolate sauce, then a blueberry one covered in raspberries, and finally another chocolate chip covered in cherries.
“Is your Wayne getting a little gray at his temples?”he asked as he covered his stack of pancakes in so much whipped cream that they could barely be seen. “I like it myself but someone is a little self conscious….”
[That was a far more subdued response than he was expecting. The Megamind he knew practically lived on caffeine. Then again, that might explain a lot of the man’s energy.]
[Wayne pauses in retrieving a saucepan to heat milk in to eye both blue men. He is mildly insulted by both of them for different reasons. Harrison knows his hangup with the silver hairs, but it doesn’t seem like Syx is also deliberately giving him a hard time.] I could make myself stand out significantly from any other version of me you have seen.
Absently stacking up pancakes at random, Syx layered the fruit and chocolate sauce in between layer. After staring at the whipped cream he mentally decided ‘fuck it’ and piled a ton of that on top. His digestive system could just hate him later. With his plate overly full of pancake goodness he picked a seat near Harrison that wouldn’t interfere with Wayne sitting beside his husband. Very self-conscious about what his place in this potential relationship would be or even could be.
“About the same amount of grey,” he answered Harrison before turning his attention to Wayne, “Besides you, the only other Wayne I met was the p- …the cop,” he bit his cheek, cursing his near slip. It wouldn’t do to insult the man when he was the boyfriend of Harrison’s brother, “You’re the first other Metro Man I’ve met. And I didn’t mean to imply anything by it… just…” he waved his hand uselessly, “Just that…”
-That I wish my Wayne was more like you seem and I hate myself for that thought.-
Whatever excuse he’d been searching for died on his lips as he gripped his fork tightly, eyes lowered, “Still getting used to the multiverse.”
-You’ve already made it, married and have a child. My life is fucked and my life plans destroyed.-
“Don’t worry about it,” he threw out a cocky smirk, “I always bounce back badder than ever.”
“Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?“
Holy shit this fucking super power. The avengers did Quicksilver WRONG.
Holy shit
This is…a cinematic experience
Quicksilver is freaking awesome. But can we also take a moment to appreciate how smart he has to be. This guy has to be a physics genius (in some parts of physics at least). Whether he knows the calculations or not he has to be. If you gave him math or physics problems that were here is the situation now demonstrate he’d get a 100%. He gets on the scene and the first thing he does is figure out what debris will reach the others before he gets back then calculate the trajectory of it and moves the ones that would hit/kill those before he could reach them. Then you have him throwing people into sheets and pools which is calculating the force needed for each individual person of varying weights he doesn’t know. Then it is also calculating the angle for the right trajectory. Honestly I want a scene where Beast is talking about something advance and Quicksilver just gives an answer like it isn’t a big deal. And if he doesn’t see these calculations like we are taught in school and does it more on an instinct without numbers than actual numbers then I want them to be in a situation where Beast is talking about the complexity of the calculations needed to figure this out and how exact it will be needed in while Quicksilver just runs out and does it because he has been unconsciously doing it ever since he gained control of his powers.
And after all that he is so caring. HE SAVES THE GOLDFISH. He saves the dog to but everyone cares about the dog. Few care about the fish and he is like every living thing I see I’ll save. And I’ll even take a microsecond or two (which is a long time for me) to help those socially that seem to need it. Like you need a cool hairstyle. Let’s give it to you. And he isn’t arrogant about it.
One thing that hasnt hit me until quite recently…..
You know how we can basically SEE right through Megamind how much he loves Roxanne and how deeply he cares for her and wants her affection? Sometimes it has felt like we’ve penetrated THAT into the storyline. That we were the ones to just somehow add on to the story that he’s always been crazy head over heels for her from the moment they first met.
But, then quite recently, it has struck my ears that he fucking VOICES out and admits that (Roxanne is the girl of my dreams) Like, the girl he’s ever wanted, and the girl he’d do anything for.
“Ha! Well what are you waiting for then?” Megamind gave the Crimson Fucker the come at me fingers from the piolet seat of the Spider Bot, “Come on an hit me if you’re able.”
“Oh take a chill pill!” Megamind swore at her when he saw the fire, the reek of burning glue quickly filling the air. The special glue blackened and blistered in the heat. Before it could burn away completely he fired several more shots at her, trying to smother her fire and coat her in glue
Lyn didn’t even bother to try to shoot a retort back to the blue man, didn’t bother to try to even try to avoid the great globs of glue that flew to her.. there was no way she could avoid them anyways. There were no mortal means of suppressing her fire.. though regardless the weight of the glue sent Lyn to her hands and knees, the feeling of the extra weight and being surrounded by it all allowing her to diminish the flames after a few brief moments. The action certainly gave it the appearance that the glue had effectively smothered her flames..
She remained still on the ground, concentrating on keeping her breathing steady and even. She kept herself still, waiting for Megamind to decide that she had calmed enough..
Pausing in shooting, Megamind peered down at his fallen rival. Finally! He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on his gun cannon, lips quirking in a smug grin, “That’s what you get for daring to challenging Megamind! What a picture of defeat you make, I rather wish I had a camera.”
“What…” Syx stared wide-eyed at the blue child that came up on the display. It could have been a baby photo of him… except the shape of the jaw was different, the eye color, the mole that reminded him so much of…
He stared open mouthed at the female Megamind, “Your son… your biological son? I…” he looked back and forth between the picture and her in shock. It had been the last thing he’d expected to see, “… how?”
“It’s a rather long story, but yes. My biological son.” Getting into the specifics with someone new to the situation seemed unlikely to help matters, and beyond that Megamind knew better than to explain too much. “The work wasn’t that difficult.”
Far from it, honestly, and there’s a small smile on her face at the reference.
Syx was still in too much awe to fully process what he was being told, eyes locked on the picture of the boy, “A new generation… not the last…”
Suddenly it was too much. The emotions of the day, the stress he’d been under. Eyes beginning to water, Syx wrapped his arms around himself. He wasn’t the last of his kind. A woman, a blue woman with a blue son, sat before him. Not alone. Never before had he realized just how lonely of a burden that thought had truly been.
Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.
The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.
He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!
Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”
Emma stilled when her name was spoken, looking down at Syx in growing confusion. Okay.. soooo.. maybe this was Sheldon? But she knew her friend wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping on top of a building. Certainly it wasn’t him..
“..Ah.. yeah. And you aaaare…?” she drew out the last word, leaning back into a crouch as one ear turned off to the side, her head tilting just a touch to further express her confusion
Pulling back away from her further, it was incredibly disconcerting. Still, he was getting used to meeting doubles of people. Stiffly he answered, “Megamind.”
Eyes narrowed he hesitated, “You’re… Sheldon’s friend, right? Harrison’s little brother, Sheldon?”
He bit his lip, he’d met Sheldon once and it hadn’t really gone well. But he’d heard about the man enough from other people.
Emma opened her mouth, closing it again as he told her what his name was.. Megamind!? Well… well fuck. Okay then. She looked him slowly up and down for a moment, one ear turned off to the side and remaining there.
“..Yeah, I am. Why?” She prompted, obviously growing weary, but she didn’t ridicule him for his question nor did she immediately sass him back like Lyn would.
Because I know your double? Because my girlfriend once thought she was you? Because I fell for her first when she thought she was you? And I don’t know where the lines are for those feelings?
Megamind lips drew this and he contemplated what to say, “I know Harrison,” that was both true and safe, “And I’ve run into Sheldon,” he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, straightening and looking around to the area he’d meant to be watching, “Parallels and differences… the multiverse is a strange place. I know you’re not the cat eared girl I know because you’ve yet to badger me or throw insults. So you must be Sheldon’s,” he shrugged.
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