[You put a lot of people from a lot of different timelines in one place and you're going to get people who screw things up. Who fuck shit up. It's a boat, a ship, whatever you want to call it and Grant Ward has been taken...back.
Taken back to a time when he could have been saved.
Taken back to a time when he could have been helped.
Never mind that he's found himself eight years old and confused as hell mostly because of the interactions that he's had over the past few days. There was a girl who called herself Skye who had an older asian woman with her, and an older man who had been very concerned about her. Then she'd yelled at him because they said he was the bad guy.
That was it. They were all adults and he grew up to be a bad guy. Just like mother said he would ("You rotten little shit, you'll never amount to anything!") Just like father, ("...Christian? ah. Yes Grant.") She'd practically screamed it at him, "I get superpowers and a family and you get nothing."
That was when both of them had come back out and looked at him, reached for him - but he wasn't having any of it. That explained the guns, that explained the fact that he didn't have any books or toys. Only a bad guy wouldn't have books.
(point of fact Ward had books, several paperbacks, they were simply stored under his bed for easy access as opposed to revealing them to the world at large.)
Everyone else is bonding with people, sharing moments and being held and he... he at least has moose, a worn looking thing with floppy antlers missing an eye. No Thomas, at last he was back to being the baby of the family.
With no family to take care of him.
Was this what being the bad guy was like?
He's sure, sure, absolutely sure that the old man and the asian lady aren't going to find him here in the garden on the ship so he curls up underneath the blanket he dragged from his room, opens the one book he knows (Robinson Curosoe) and tries to picture his gramsie reading it to him to no avail.
There's no gramsie here. There's nothing, there's just those cold hard guns and that mean little girl (bitch. That's what she was a dumb stupid bitch) and being the bad guy.
I don't want to be the bad guy but they said he would be so what choice did he have?
Sitting in the garden he wrapped the blanket over his head, inhaling the grass and began to cry. No loud angry sobbing like that little girl. A ward cried in quiet. If he was loud mother was apt to investigate. so he sniffled, letting out occasional sobs as he hid from the world.]
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Taken back to a time when he could have been saved.
Taken back to a time when he could have been helped.
Never mind that he's found himself eight years old and confused as hell mostly because of the interactions that he's had over the past few days. There was a girl who called herself Skye who had an older asian woman with her, and an older man who had been very concerned about her. Then she'd yelled at him because they said he was the bad guy.
That was it. They were all adults and he grew up to be a bad guy. Just like mother said he would ("You rotten little shit, you'll never amount to anything!") Just like father, ("...Christian? ah. Yes Grant.") She'd practically screamed it at him, "I get superpowers and a family and you get nothing."
That was when both of them had come back out and looked at him, reached for him - but he wasn't having any of it. That explained the guns, that explained the fact that he didn't have any books or toys. Only a bad guy wouldn't have books.
(point of fact Ward had books, several paperbacks, they were simply stored under his bed for easy access as opposed to revealing them to the world at large.)
Everyone else is bonding with people, sharing moments and being held and he... he at least has moose, a worn looking thing with floppy antlers missing an eye. No Thomas, at last he was back to being the baby of the family.
With no family to take care of him.
Was this what being the bad guy was like?
He's sure, sure, absolutely sure that the old man and the asian lady aren't going to find him here in the garden on the ship so he curls up underneath the blanket he dragged from his room, opens the one book he knows (Robinson Curosoe) and tries to picture his gramsie reading it to him to no avail.
There's no gramsie here. There's nothing, there's just those cold hard guns and that mean little girl (bitch. That's what she was a dumb stupid bitch) and being the bad guy.
I don't want to be the bad guy but they said he would be so what choice did he have?
Sitting in the garden he wrapped the blanket over his head, inhaling the grass and began to cry. No loud angry sobbing like that little girl. A ward cried in quiet. If he was loud mother was apt to investigate. so he sniffled, letting out occasional sobs as he hid from the world.]