βFire face,β Daisy repeated, deadpan as she stared at America, waiting for the rest of the joke β but no. That was it. Robbie would have adored her if he had met her, she had that same snark that Daisy had shot in his direction the first time they had met. They really were siblings, werenβt they? (In all the ways that mattered, too.) βI prefer to call him flaming skull, but you knowβ¦ what you said is accurate too.β She nodded her head and tried not to laugh too much. Fire face would be a good insult later β at least to throw Robbie whatever trail of bullshit he might end up on in the next couple of days.
And they could both use something more lighthearted, too. They had both been through so much, and she wanted to say they had earned a break β that they deserved a fraction of happiness that otherβs gotβ¦ but she doubted that theyβd get it. The world had never been kind to them. (But Daisy could close her eyes and pretend.)
βHeβd smell it,β Daisy relented. βBut heβd eat it out of spite just to disgust me, I think. In factβ¦β She groaned and put both hands on her head. βI think they both would. Theyβre moldy bread eating assholes. Robbie, unfortunately, would make eye contact while doing it. Matt would feign ignorance and Iβm β I donβt know which upsets me more.β Falling silent, Daisy shifted so that she was looking America in the eyes, carefully watching her expression. βWhat about you? Are you a moldy bread eater?β
βHis face is on fire,β America pointed out, not backing down for a second. Sheβd always been stubborn --- a trait that Daisy and Matt both shared. The three of them were more than a handful when thrown together, and some days America almost felt bad for the nuns who ran the orphanage where theyβd met. Almost. She continued staring at Daisy until she relented that fire face, while not her preferred nickname for her... whatever it was Robbie was to her, was still accurate. A grin spread across her face as she nodded her head.Β βFire face is better,β she stated in a tone that left absolutely no room for argument. Maybe stubborn was an understatement.Β
It was always nice, hanging out with Daisy. They dealt with some heavy shit on a day-to-day basis, but in moments like this, they got to be themselves. They didnβt have to be Quake and Ms. America, super heroes. They could just be Daisy and America, sisters. It was something America hadnβt really found anywhere else, something she wasnβt sure she would want to find anywhere else. She liked what she had too much to risk it, even for a second.Β
America made a face, because Daisy was right. Matt was petty enough to subject himself to a snack of moldy bread just to make someone elseβs stomach turn.Β βMen,β she sighed, leaning her head into Daisyβs shoulder.Β βTheyβre the worst.β She straightened back up as Daisy shifted, turning her head to meet her gaze and narrowing her eyes.Β βI,β she said, slow and deliberate,Β βwould never.β And they both knew it was a lie. Matt was petty enough to eat moldy bread... and so was America. Pettiness, like stubbornness, was a family trait.
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