Phillip and the gang enjoy their day at the amusement park but a surprise awaits them when they return home.
The first few hours at the amusement park were spent as you would expect: rides, stunt shows, and other activities, and Bell could easily see that Philip was having the time of his life.
But then Bell made a mistake; he agreed to ride the most dangerous-looking roller coaster in the whole park.
A scream rips through Bell’s throat as the roller coaster cart sped forward at an unprecedented speed, twisting and turning through numerous loops and upside-down turns, lifting Bell’s weight off the seat he was secured into by the flimsy shoulder belt, and as fast as it started, the ride came to a halting stop, jolting Bell’s body forward.
Bell just sat there completely frozen, but the sound of laughter from the seat next to him brings his soul back into his body as the shoulder belt lifts up, and Bell staggers to his feet, shaking but somehow still standing.
Phillip was laughing, tears streaming down his face as he held his stomach as laughter continued to bubble from the teen as they began to exit the ride, barely being able to stand on his two legs, and Phillip laughing wildly before it died down into giggles.
Bell glares at Phillip as they leave the ride exit, walking towards the picnic table where the others sat at.
The others watch them approach, and after taking one look at Bell's haunted-looking face, the whole table bursts out laughing, drawing the attention of a few onlookers.
Bell crumpled into the seat, his hands holding his head, his elbows leaning against the tabletop.
“Remind me to never go on a rollercoaster again,” Bell mutters to Naga, whose rambunctious laughter simmered down to a few indignant snorts.
“It cannot be that bad.” Naga chuckles as Phillip was recounting the experience joyfully to the others who seemed enthralled by the teen's description of how ‘cool’ and ‘fun’ it was.
Bell rolled his eyes at the smiling looks that his team gave him. A lightbulb goes off in his head, and he smiles maliciously.
“Hey, Philip?” He says, looking towards the energetic teen, “Do you want to go on again?” Bell smiles as Phillip jumps up, ready to go.
Bell swings his head towards the others, whose faces pale slightly. “Go on.” He smiles sweetly, almost laughing when he hears Naga curse under his breath.
Ok, Bell admits it; it was kind of mean of him to force the others to go on the ride with Phillip, but he’d be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy listening to them scream their asses off.
The twists and turns of the ride clearly had an effect on the others due to their pale faces and the fact that Jackal was practically being dragged on the floor by Kitsune and Phillip looked unaffected.
The day continued with all of the rides in the amusement park being ridden by the group's laughter and enjoyment following them wherever they walked, especially the happiness radiating off of Phillip.
Bell and Philip now sat on one of the wooden picnic tables that were placed around the amusement park.
Bell could feel himself smiling as Phillip chowed down on a corn dog that Bell had bought when Phillip's stomach grumbled a few minutes ago. After Phillip inhaled the corn dog, he turned to Bell, eyes widened slightly before smiling wide. Bell tilted his head.
“What's got you so happy?” Bell asks, wrapping his arm around Phillip's shoulder.The teen laughed softly, leaning back into Bell's embrace.
“You're smiling.” Phillip whispered, and Bell's eyes widened; then he smiled genuinely. He huffed, still smiling.
“Don't get used to it, kiddo,” he said jokingly, ruffling Philip's hair, drawing an indignant squawk from the ten as he tried to swat Bell’s hand away from his hair.
“Piss off!” he squealed before dissolving into laughter that warmed Bell's heart.
Phillip had gained quite a lot of merchandise from the theme park games, including a bright green teddy bear that Kitsune had won from a game where she had to throw sandbags at some plastic cups; Bell affectionately named the teddy ‘Russ.’
Bell looked up as they were sitting in front of the exit of the theme park as the sun had begun to set. Phillip was still laughing, holding the green teddy to his chest protectively.
“Well, kiddo, I think it's time we head back home, yeah?’ Phillip nodded; the teen was particularly protective about his new teddy, and Bell couldn’t help but find it cute.
Phillip was what? 14? 15? And yet the kid still held affections for something as typical as a green teddy bear that made Bell smile.
Phillip followed behind Bell as they reached the car park; the others had already clamoured into the van, shifting in the seats. Phillip climbed into the middle of the back seat, securing his seat belt. Bell slid into the passenger seat.
Kitsune had intelligently taken over the wheel from Naga, considering that the man had downed several cocktails at the park.
The drive home was relatively calm and smooth sailing. They reached the threshold of their makeshift home and opened the door, stepping through.
Phillip bounded happily into the room, flicking the light switch next to the door on, illuminating the lounge.
Sitting there on the couch fully armed was Russel Fucking Adler. Bell felt his heart leap, his muscles tensing, hands clenched.
Bell hears the others behind him tense as well, reaching for weapons that they had discarded for the trip to the amusement park.
Red dots flicked on each one, landing on Bell’s body before spreading to the others behind him.
Bell's eyes scanned the room and found more armoured soldiers, his teeth clenched together in anger and a flicker of fear growing in the back of his mind.
Russel fucking Adler had found them.
“Adler.” Bell angrily bit out his eye, tingling from old buried memories, his healed cheek stinging uncomfortably. His eyes were blazing ragefully at the man who was casually lying back on the couch with a pistol in hand.
“Phillip, come here, kiddo.” Adler says, a smirk etched on his face; Bell could feel the veins in his body pumping with blood. He watched as Phillip raced forward, embracing his father in a tight hug that Adler returned.
Bell felt something boil in his gut, but it wasn't rage; it was a twisted, cruel form of want.
He had taken Phillip in out of the goodness of his heart.
He had made sure that Phillip was well-fed and clothed.
He made Phillip happy. Not Adler, Him.
Adler stood up from the couch, still holding Phillip tightly, his eyes locked with Bell’s.
There was something in the way that Adler looked at him that made Bell’s gut twist and his heart clench. It looked almost like yearning, a cruel, twisted kind of yearning that made Bell feel sick.
“Thank you.” The words that Adler spoke made Bell's eyes widen, and he could practically hear the confusion that was happening behind him. Bell fumbled for the right words.
“You're welcome?” He said uncertainty was shifting from foot to foot.
His torturer, the bane of his existence, was thankful to him? For what? Keeping his son safe?
Adler nodded solemnly, still holding Phillip protectively, and then Bell saw it swirling in the pupils of Adler's eyes was love, a strong protective love for the teen he held in his arms, the care, the tenderness of how Adler holds Phillip.
It's something Bell never would have expected, especially not from a monster like Russell Adler. Once again Bell looked up, and his and Adler's eyes met; a solemn understanding passed through the two men.
Adler signals to the other armoured men in the room to lower their weapons, and they do so hesitantly.
Bell stepped to the side, his comrades behind him parting like the Red Sea, letting Adler and Phillip walk past through the door. Bell watched as they and the other soldiers left; something stirred in his gut. And he almost finds himself wanting to join them, almost.
Bell feels a rough hand being placed on his shoulder, and Bell hears Naga's voice: “We’ll get the drop on him next time, boss.” The words fly right over his head, and he finds himself shaking his head in disagreement.
“No, we need to focus on intelligence and security now more than ever.” Bell says his eyes are still looking at the spot where Adler and Phillip once were.
Bell would miss Philip, and he would miss the opportunity to stab Adler in the heart, but he knew deep down that he needed to move on somehow; maybe this was how he would do it.
Focusing on the betterment of Perseus and not his personal revenge.
Bell turned to his team, his comrades, his most trusted inner circle, and said, “We need to get on the move; just because they left now doesn't mean they won’t be back."
He spoke with a conviction he hadn't felt in years, and the pride and readiness that sparkled in everyone's eyes only doubled his conviction. They all nodded and got to work.
Bell had a little surprise for a certain bored teen on a long Tuesday.
(Jackie is a nickname for jackal)
Days turned to weeks faster than Phillip could recognise, and now one of the world's deadliest diseases had started to settle in.
Boardom.
Phillip was bored; he had won so many times against all the others in Jenga and every other game under the sun.
After being introduced to the rest of the team, Phillip had challenged them all to several gaming matches, which left all the others defeated and him victorious and rich with all the sweets found in the safe house.
But the days had passed, and he found himself lying on the decrepit couch kept together with Stone’s shitty needlework, the fabric fraying at the edges, and Phillip was pretty sure he would be able to do a better job at keeping the crappy couch together than the Brit.
Phillip’s peace and quiet is disrupted softly at the sound of footsteps approaching; a humanoid shadow looms over him.
Phillip felt his heart sink as he slowly turned his head towards the source of the dark shadow.
He sighs in relief when he sees that it's Bell, letting his body relax against the small pillows he had stacked on the couch to cushion the feel of springs digging into him.
Hey, Bell. thought you were Jackie for a second.” He admits smiling slightly that he and Bell haven't talked a lot since Bell disappeared after breakfast a few days ago.
Phillip, like the man, had a bit of a foggy memory, but he remembered that the other had watched over him after they had first met when he was four-ish.
Phillips was not so sure what age he was when he met Bell, but it didn't matter; it was still fun playing Paper Scissors Rock with Bell when the man was in the high branches of the large oak tree he has in his backyard.
Bell was like an eagle; he was just always around, but after a while, Phillip wasn't able to find Bell in the tall branches of the oak tree or in the alleyways near his school.
Phillip admits that it was a bit weird that the other had just disappeared, but he lived with it for years, and then Bell re-entered his life unexpectedly the same day that his dad was dragged off.
His dad… Phillip felt guilt and a sliver of fear flicker in his heart at the thought of his father; Phillip missed him so much, and no one talked about him.
Phillip saw the way how everyone’s faces twisted weirdly when he mentioned his father or asked about him; his questions were shot down as quickly as he asked them.
It was starting to piss Phillip off; they always say the same thing: “You’ll see him again, kid.”
Would he? When, how. He was a kid, sure…a teen, really; he wasn't dumb. He knew the others didn't like his dad, but they wouldn’t tell him why!
Bell stared at him before speaking, his voice calm. “Hi, kiddo, getting bored yet?” Bell asks, smiling softly; he had stopped wearing his mask around Phillip and the others after a few weeks.
It was comforting that his scared face did not deter the teen, the scared hole tearing across his face from Adler's bullet muttered most people.
The taut skin around the wound had become extremely dry in the past few days, and wearing the balaclava wasn't helping with keeping the skin closed and not reopening the wound.
Phillip huffs, turning away now, looking at the scrunched-up papers in front of him; he had been trying to sketch a portrait of his father, but every time he tried, it was...wrong.
The proportions were off, or he wasn't able to get the shading right over and over; no matter what he did, it was always off. Even when he got everything right, it seemed off.
“Yeah….” Phillip sighs, rubbing his eyes and leaning back against the couch, huffing a large sigh before his eyes squint at Bell. “Why are you asking?” Phillip raises his eyebrow at Bell's bemused look before his eyes widen when Bell pulls out a stack of amusement park tickets from his pocket.
“Stone saw how bored you were getting, so he snuck out and bought these,” Bell explains, placing the stack on the table with a soft thud.
“There's one for each of us, so you better get dressed properly unless you want to go to the amusement park in your pyjamas. Don't worry, I won't judge.”
Phillip bounces up from the couch, papers flying and the blanket falling off his lap as he breaks into a run up the stairs. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes!” Phillip calls out over his shoulder, and he gallops up the stairs.
Bell smiles as he watches the teen race to his room to get ready; chuckling softly, Bell shakes his head, amused.
A few minutes later, Phillip came bounding back down the stairs, freshly dressed in a deep red Metallica t-shirt and a pair of ripped denim jeans, panting heavily with a wide smile plastered on his face.
Bell just raises an eyebrow, picking up the tickets from where he placed them on the table, securing his cream-brown trench coat around him tighter, slipping the tickets into his pocket.
“Come on, kid, the cars are outside; everyone's already ready to go,” Bell explains, watching in amusement as Phillip follows behind him.
Footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor as the teen half walked, half ran behind Bell.
Bell opened the front door, and Phillip sped out of the threshold, racing through the alleyway to the street, practically bouncing up to the large black van used for the group's transport, but it also had a few hidden secrets in its boot and interior, but Phillip didn't know that, obviously.
The sliding door of the van was opened by Jackal, and the teen quickly jumped in, finding a seat and strapping his seatbelt on with lightning-fast speed.
Bell exited the house, softly placing a rough paper mask on the lower half of his face.
Bell would never say it out loud, but he was very conscious of the torn skin stretched across his face, the scar tissue peeking over the mask's edge, making him shiver, but the small face covering, no matter how flimsy, made him feel the slightest bit more secure.
It only took a few minutes to get to the parking lot of the amusement park…Despite Naga’s road rage and wraith tribal sense of direction, they somehow managed to reach the amusement park gates to begin their magical journey.
A missing teen and 6 terrorists enter an amusement park; it almost sounded like the start of a bad joke. That is if they could get into the damn amusement park.
The others had already entered the amusement park but were waiting at the entrance for Bell and Phillip.
They had been stopped at the gate and taken to the side. Bell could feel onlookers eyes burning into his back at the unexpected scene. It made his skin prickle and blood boil; why couldn’t one thing go right?.
The park staff that had stopped him and Phillip had scanned their tickets but had asked them to stand over to the side.
Two security guards stood in front of him; Phillip stood to the right side of Bell, his hands secured in his jean pockets.
“What's your name, kid?” A guard with light brown hair asked, looking at Phillip.
Bells's heart stuttered; fuck, they hadn't given Phillip an alibi. Phillip no doubt had a missing persons case right about now due to absence from school or some other shit;
Adler was still in the CIA’s custody, so he was out of the equation. Bell mind-swam with possibilities; he had to act fast, and so he did the best thing he could: he lied.
“His name is Philip Graves; I am his uncle, and we have been standing here for five fucking minutes for no apparent reason!” Bell spoke as exasperatedly as he could, his tone dripping with deliberate annoyance, trying to act like an impatient customer and not someone who had committed war crimes.
Phillip side-eyed him, eyes squinting, before he huffed the guard was still side-eyeing Bell with suspicion before nodding simply, “Alright, enjoy your day, sir.” The guard said, stepping back.
“Thank you,” Bell replied, placing a hand on Phillips' back and guiding the teen past the security border and into the park towards the other waiting Perseus agents, who for once in all the time that Philip has known them, looked normal.
“Fill up Graves. Phillip Graves. I like it.” Phillip smirks cheekily, looking up at Bell with a shit-eating grin.
‘Little shit,’ Bell thought to himself, offering a small huff of amusement before ruffling Phillip's hair beyond repair, smiling at Phillip's indignant squawk.
Notes:
Sorry for the short chapter! just came back from my holiday and them was bombarded with school so updates might be slow but this shall continue!
hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night!
