Re: Marvel: Rescuing the tiniest Alexander
[The pair of siblings, oldest and youngest—though that shit was fucked now, wasn't it?—moved down the crowded fucking sidewalk in the City, their very own thunderhead of smoke, sweetness muddying with ripe tobacco, trailing over their heads. People parted before them with fucking obnoxious coughs, like the only reason they even skittered the fuck away was to save their precious lungs, yeah? The older Alexander ignored them, white paper cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and his hands in his pockets.
He didn't do shit about the nicked scarf. He'd felt the squeeze of Mug's hug, yeah? So he just went ahead and walked beside her, following her lead, down and onto the subway.
She was right though. This did fucking suck. They'd had to discard their smokes before wandering below the City, and Shane played with his carton of cigarettes, head leaning on the plastic window scratched up with keys and obscenities next to him. He put his arm around Sam and tugged her to his side until she got them the fuck up, however long later, and they'd finally made it.
Elizabeth itself, even in this fucked up reflection of where they were actually from, was familiar. They fit right in too, yeah? Shane hadn't been home in decades. And, maybe the shops were different, bars drawn over glass, but the walk was the same. He was most way through his second cigarette when they finally got to the fucking bridge Joey was supposed to be loitering around.
It took a look, pointed, at the collection of people—junkies, hookers, whatever—to find the... kid, but there he was, yeah? Looking all of fucking 20.] Christ. [Shane sighed and went to his brother.] What the fuck, Joey?