#silverscountry

[g0ldscountry]

#hepounce

free bird playing in the background

[chyremn]

Here comes the airplane fnfnfnfmf

cas:

[g0ldscountry]

Gold nuggets were named after chicken nuggets – not the other way around - to shiloh from wade

[g0ldscountry]

robert has to be very fucking careful how he chooses to use his powers in the middle of the city. throwing concussive forces could push the truck loaded down with gold, precious gems, and other valuables into another building or a crowd of bystanders, the same that angel and torpedo are trying to clear, moving them back and telling others to get out. he tried it on a small scale already, tried targeting them specifically before they could reach the truck itself but his only success was hurdling a newspaper stand through a stone pillar. next attempt wasn't any more successful, causing the back of the truck to pitch to the left, tires screeching over asphalt.

i have a crazy idea... and he can't believe that they're going to fucking try this. they have no idea if this will actually work. its easy to calculate on a small scale, easier when they're in the training fields and giving each other little boosts and robbie can project in his direction. easier with the pressure is amongst themselves and not a potentially deadly situation for multiple people. what if it doesn't work? what if he doesn't give @silverscountry enough? too much? is that even possible?

but they're running out of options. angel and torpedo are already too occupied to step in and help and the truck is getting away. it's now or never. " fuck... fine, give me your hands. "

[g0ldscountry]

they had spoken about this moment a couple of times over the last few months. the question: if you could, would you? lingering still in his mind as he stares down at the needle in @silverscountry's hand. this very liquid, shimmering blue as the vial catches the light, giving him almost everything he is.

briefly he wonders if it would even work on him. and if it does, what would become of him? what "gift" would it grant him? would he be at all like what they built soldier boy into, this invulnerable hero? or would he be something else?

" is it going to hurt? "

[g0ldscountry]

vibrant colors and people surround them. pride in the middle of new york city is a beast of its own, loud and proud and cheerful all around as far as the eye could see. music plays loudly from every direction he turns, confetti falling from floats and bystanders that make sure the rest joy is shared. bubbles from two floats dance freely around them, one of them popping on allen's nose when he looks up to watch the sea of them be carried with the wind. hard to believe this is his first pride, much less his first pride with his partner.

he holds ben's hand tightly in his, weaving them carefully through an ever growing crowd of people. summer breeze welcomes them when they find a spot in the sunshine, an empty spot where they can watch the parade come to them. but allen isn't interested in the floats or the people, but rather what this moment can give them. what he can give ben.

allen brushes fingers over the scruff of his chin, taking in the beauty of him as warm, radiant sun compliments his freckles. a smile over his lips as he brings himself closer, one hand sliding to rest on ben's chest, finally leaning in to kiss @silverscountry.

[g0ldscountry]

i think i have a fever is what i think. back of his hand gently touches marks forehead, doesn't even make contact before he feels the burning heat radiating from him. a frown touches his lips, hand slipping down to his cheeks and underneath his chin. he's warm everywhere. not the confirmation he wanted.

" and i think you're right. usted sabe lo que eso significa. " [ you know what that means. ] plenty of rest, making sure he has proper medicines and his nightstand is stocked with the essentials: water, tissues, extra care items in case his head starts bothering him more than usual. estelle cooper's famous fever-beating tortilla soup. and andres home from work to help care for @silverscountry. " bed rest for you, mister, and lots of it. wait here and relax, i'll grab some you some medicine. "

[g0ldscountry]

it's the middle of the night. he doesn't know what exactly drags dean out of bed but it does, and abraham waits sleepily for his return. a return that doesn't happen when he expects, thought perhaps it was a run to the restroom but there is no indication of that, just as there is none that he was coming back. so he stretches, a groan leaving him as he tosses covers off and slips bare feet into slippers.

" baby? " he calls softly, rubbing sleep from one eye. abe is more shuffling through the hallway, rounding the corner to the living room and finding him there. a lamp is on beside him and abe turns his head away until his eyes adjust, stepping toward him and gently placing a hand over @silverscountry chest. " baby, it's four in the morning. is something wrong? did something happen? "