“Well, I admire him because he’s a very intelligent person. Frankly, he’s a mechanical genius, and as a scientist that is right in my interests.”
((Not only is he smart, but he’s super kind. I used to hate the iron man movie because all I thought when looking at it (at a younger age, mind you) was ‘ooh, rich boy so full of himself that he reveals his secret identity. That’s so stupid >:(”. But as the MCU (specifically) released new material, and as I grew older, I learned to look kind of ‘between the lines’ when it comes to characters and people and just…. well, i love tony deeply. He even beats out Captain America in that, in my opinion, he’s a slightly more complex character.))
“Also, that goatee. That man can really sport a goatee.”
((He looks like such a dad character. Especially since Spider Man entered the scene, he wants to take care of everyone and keep everyone safe and just… ugh! I want him to be my dad.))
“And despite his history, he seems to be trying to do right by people. He opened up so many charities, gives money to those who need it like it’s candy, and he is encouraging the youth of today to be the best that they can be. It’s fantastic!”
Newt had been walking down the street, case in hand when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He paused, not sure who was there, but he turned to see–
“Carlos?” He asked in disbelief. It had been ages since he’d last seen the man. What were the chances of seeing him again?
“Muggles.” He corrected, chuckling quietly. “And the bangers are good.” He added. “Chips are…” He paused, trying to think of how to explain them. “They’re like chopped up potato that we fry up, so they’re crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.” He explained.
Carlos tried to imagine it as Newt explained it. “Okay… well, there’s not much that can go wrong with potatoes. Those sound good too.” Carlos looked at the menu again. “Okay – Guinness stew. Does it have actual Guinness in it?”
Newt smiled, and nodded a little as well. “Thank you.” He said again. “I really appreciate this.”
“Of course, Newt,” Mr Ramon told him with a smile. He looked down at his desert and gently tore off a piece from the pastry. “We appreciate you being here. Carlos doesn’t have very many wizard friends, you know.”
Newt contently continued to nibble on his own pastry, and he smiled softly. “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Ramon.” He replied both politely and honestly.
Carlos’ father just smiled at him. “You can call me Edwardo if you’d
like.” He chuckled. “Are all young British wizards so polite, or is it just
you?”
Mikey snorted softly. “Pops, you’re going all ‘wistful old man’ on us.”
Newt smiled shyly, and looked down for a moment. “Just well brought up, I suppose.” He responded, finishing up his pastry.
“Oh, that’s very nice!” Mr Ramon told him.
Carlos wondered about Newt’s parents. Did they know that he talked to No-Majs, even though it was against the law? Were they a looser family, in regards to the law, or were they strict?
“Would you like another conchas Newt?” Carlos offered politely.
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he huffed slightly, looking at the entrance of the cave
Carlos lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “You… do?“ he guessed.
he whined quietly, laying his head down
Carlos didn’t understand. “Drake, what do you want?” he asked.
he hesitated slightly before nunging his head against his hand, seeming abit upset
Carlos was very confused and he was honestly pretty worried. “Drake do you… need me to do something for you? Do you need me to help you?” He wasn’t even sure if Drake could understand his speech, but Carlos was going to try anyway. There wasn’t much else he could do.
he chirped softly, laying his head on Carlos’ lap, it didn’t seem like he understood the other at all
Carlos frowned, but he reached down to pet Drake’s head as he hoped to soothe the creature. He wasn’t sure what else he could do.
Maybe though, later, he could walk with Drake to the stream. It might be nice to have company.
Carlos was nervous and scared. Honestly, he worried that his weight and grip would impede Standing Bear too much, but at the same time he really, really didn’t want to let go. His Pipboy clicked wildly, warning them of the rads in the water. Carlos wished sometimes there was a way to silence it.
“L-let me know if-if it gets too hard to swim,” Carlos murmured right next to the other man’s ear. He didn’t know what he’d do, but… he didn’t know.
Bear knew the sound but ignored it. Radiation sickness was just another part of life. He knew ways to make eating and drinking safer, but for now… Bear ignore Carlos’ comment, too. They would make it across. Standing Bear was not about to let Carlos attempt to swim himself, injured as he was. But Bear was injured as well. He was just better at hiding it.
They got to the other side, Bear looked paler, but helped Carlos onto the bank before crawling up himself. His red shirt was dripping with water, and blood, the wound to his side only briefly halted in bleeding from the cold river water.
Carlos got off of Standing Bear as soon as he could, though he did pull on his shoulder a bit as he did. Carlos couldn’t help the little whine he made as he dropped his bag and rubbed at his arm. However, looking back at Standing Bear had him concerned.
“Uh – Bear, are you okay? Oh no – how bad are you hurt?” Had Carlos not noticed it? He didn’t look good.
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