“What’s going… Holy — FLUG! Flug, are you alright??”

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“C,ca…carlos….?”

“Jesus – what the hell… Flug, I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you, Flug, don’t – don’t move, okay? Hold- hold on!”

“I’m…okay,” he panted. “I…I…will be…”

“Just hang on, bud, I – I’m going to look around for some stuff.” Carlos went to search through the lab, looking for anything that could be of some help to him: Clean towels, chemicals used in first-aid, tape… He got what he could carry and brought it back to Flug’s side. He took one of the towels and looked over Flug’s body. “Where… where are you bleeding from?” There was just so much blood…

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Carlos turned his head kiss Hancock’s cheek. “I don’t need
to tell you that I feel the same… but I do,” he murmured.

He smiled at the noise that Hancock was making – did he know
he sounded like that? He sounded so… content. Happy. It did things to Carlos’
stomach, just hearing that noise.

“Things are pretty amazing when I’m with you, you know. You
help me forget too…” Carlos didn’t elaborate on that though – Hancock was smart
and could probably surmise what Carlos meant anyway. Whatever he thought of, it’d
probably be correct.

“I dunno how I scored the sweetest man in the entire fuckin’ world, but I’m damn grateful for it every day I get to spend with you.” He pulled back slightly, just enough to press another sweet kiss to his lips, lingering this time, his hands brushing through the other’s hair then cupping his face and stroking his thumbs along his cheekbones before breaking the kiss, chest tightening and heat coming to his cheeks as he breathed the next words. “I love you.”

Carlos felt a little dazed from the kiss, but quickly the daze wore off and he stared at Hancock, wide-eyed. For a split second he thought he’d misheard the other man, but quickly he reasoned that there was no way he could have; simply nothing else would have fit.

“Han, I… really?” he asked softly.

The ‘L’ word had occurred to Carlos before, sure, but he didn’t know if what they had was… that. He also wasn’t sure if Hancock was someone who would have even appreciated the use of the word. He just… he never thought he’d hear it.

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“I
agree… it will be good…..” Looks up as he hears Kraglin shout St. Peter
to stop bouncing. “And now the best is bugging his big brother….. “we
have another 2 hours of night cycle then we’ll be there to you within 2
hours of that. I’ll bring Tullk and Jamie along. Jamie was really
interested in the unique nature around your house.”

“So soon? Really? I thought you guys would be maybe a standard month out.”

“Not if we use the jump drive. And to avoid peter driving us insane.. we’ll use it. We’re actually not far… just beyond… uhhh That planet Pluto? I think you terrans call it…”

“Yeah, Pluto,” Carlos agreed. “And we classify it as a dwarf planet here on Earth – basically just a smaller celestial object. What are you doing in the Solar System?” Now that Carlos thought about it, what were the space whales doing in the solar system?

“Picking up some materials from the planets around the sol system. But that’s about it. Nothing illegal this time. Hehehe.”

“Well good – the Earth has plenty of scum and villainy going on all by itself,” Carlos joked with a slight smirk. f

“Ouch… right in the heart….. at least I’m hot scum. You liked it and you know it.”

Carlos laughed. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “I should let my dad know you guys are heading here so he can start planning meals.”

“Tell him I’m bringing him a few bags of bestie worms. I know he enjoyed them last time. And I know you do too…. maybe I’ll get wheels to eat some.”

Carlos just huffed, smirking a bit. “Don’t tease Mikey too much… He tries not to eat Cheetos now. I think the whole ‘worm’ thing bothered him.”

Yondu blinks and hums. “Ok. I wotms for him…. however I think I got something he’d like more. Yeah I think he’d like it. Well…. we’ll be there soon. I’m gonna catch a little more sleep. Love you carlos. PETEY! Come get yer tablet. And don’t bother your brother. See you seen carlos.” Peter takes the tablet then rushes back to the bed with Kraglin and hops back in and snuggles against him. “Say hi Krags!”

“Sleep well, Yondu!” Carlos called as the communicator was whisked away.

He watched the picture jump around before it finally came to rest, showing the face of a very rumpled and grumpy-looking Xandar-Hraxian.

“Pete, for flark’s sake…” he mumbled, trying to hide his eyes from the brightness on the screen.

“Hey, Kraglin,” Carlos greeted with a slight smile.

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“I
agree… it will be good…..” Looks up as he hears Kraglin shout St. Peter
to stop bouncing. “And now the best is bugging his big brother….. “we
have another 2 hours of night cycle then we’ll be there to you within 2
hours of that. I’ll bring Tullk and Jamie along. Jamie was really
interested in the unique nature around your house.”

“So soon? Really? I thought you guys would be maybe a standard month out.”

“Not if we use the jump drive. And to avoid peter driving us insane.. we’ll use it. We’re actually not far… just beyond… uhhh That planet Pluto? I think you terrans call it…”

“Yeah, Pluto,” Carlos agreed. “And we classify it as a dwarf planet here on Earth – basically just a smaller celestial object. What are you doing in the Solar System?” Now that Carlos thought about it, what were the space whales doing in the solar system?

“Picking up some materials from the planets around the sol system. But that’s about it. Nothing illegal this time. Hehehe.”

“Well good – the Earth has plenty of scum and villainy going on all by itself,” Carlos joked with a slight smirk. f

“Ouch… right in the heart….. at least I’m hot scum. You liked it and you know it.”

Carlos laughed. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “I should let my dad know you guys are heading here so he can start planning meals.”

“Tell him I’m bringing him a few bags of bestie worms. I know he enjoyed them last time. And I know you do too…. maybe I’ll get wheels to eat some.”

Carlos just huffed, smirking a bit. “Don’t tease Mikey too much… He tries not to eat Cheetos now. I think the whole ‘worm’ thing bothered him.”

“Are you okay?”

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“Huh? Oh, yeah, hon – I’m okay.” He reaches to take Cecil’s hand and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

       “Good. You worry me, you know.” He accepts the affection with a worried little smile, and sighs lightly, giving Carlos’s hand a squeeze.

Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay, Cecil,” he said. “I’m a Scientist. A scientist is mostly fine. But maybe, if it’d help… I could take an afternoon off from being a scientist? And we can go do something together?”

       “I would like that very, very much.” Cecil answered, nuzzling against Carlos. He breathed in deeply and pressed against him. “A scientist may be mostly fine, but sometimes he needs to be careful with his science. And I sure wouldn’t mind if he took a break from science altogether for a bit to spend time with me.”  

Carlos hummed, pressing a kiss to Cecil’s head. “Sounds like a plan, then,” he said. “What do you wanna do? A picnic dinner? Netflix and lounge-on-the-couch?”

       “Mmm, let’s go out,” Cecil said, lowering his head a bit as he accepted the kiss happily, already visibly more relaxed. “It’s a little stuffy in here. A picnic sounds absolutely perfect.”

“Alright,” Carlos accepted with a grin. “I can make us some pasta to pack and we can go to the  park and try not to look at the Brown Stone Spire.”

The Vampire of Night Vale

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Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.

       Cecil vibrated softly at the affection, yet at the same time he was trying to wrap his mind around the first part of what Carlos had just told him. 

       Twelve hours already. Twelve hours, he had been afflicted with this strange, horrific curse. Yet what was twelve hours compared to a lifetime, an eternity? Cecil shuddered. It wouldn’t come to that. Rather, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Optimistically, this would be cured. Again, he had to remind himself of his husband’s brilliance, of the effectiveness of science. Just because Night Vale had never had to face vampirism before did not mean that it could not overcome it, that, more to the point, he and Carlos could not overcome it.

      And he was still here, yes. And so was Carlos. And they were together. And this was surely enough.

       Cecil gazed up at Carlos, still gently vibrating. “Yeah, I’m still here. I promise.”

Carlos smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecil’s mouth, still gripping his hand.

“We need to get up and ready for the day,” Carlos said softlly. “We should call the mayor… see if anything’s developed while we were sleeping.”

        Cecil met the kiss softly, humming appreciatively in his throat. He was ever grateful for Carlos’s love and reassurance, and how much warmer the scientist’s touch felt when his own skin was so cold! He felt as if this was itself sufficient to bring him back from the dead unlife.

        “Right… Right, good idea,” he murmured in reply. “It’s gonna be a big day, huh? There’s another disaster for the great Carlos the scientist to save the town from.” He chucked thinly, faith and apprehension mingled in equal measure in the quiet sound.

Carlos laughed softly, a little bashful. “I don’t really save anyone from anything… I just give them information.” He kissed Cecil again on the cheek. “I need to go shower and shave,” he murmured with a sigh.

      “Oh, you do more than that,” Cecil told him, his voice brimming with all the pride he felt in Carlos. Why, during their very first date, Carlos had saved Night Vale from a malevolent shadow energy that turned people into vaguely torso-and-limb shaped black spaces in the fabric of reality. It was a memory that Cecil cherished.

       “OK, sweetheart,” he said sweetly, his voice still a bit quiet. “While you do that, I’ll go ahead and check on the situation at large.”

Carlos smiled at him gently. He then yawned suddenly, reaching up to cover his mouth. “Ugh… sorry. Time to get up and get busy…” He turned to stand up from the bed and started to stretch his arms high above his head. His back gave an uncomfortable crack and Carlos groaned.

“How are you going to do your experiments without a control to compare against?”

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“I have to get creative. Creativity and science go hand in hand, Carlos.”

“Of course it does. I’m just concerned that because you’re experimenting on yourself… things could be mishandled and could go wrong?”

“I’ve experimented on so many life forms, myself will be no different! Have some faith in me!”

Carlos just looked at him, not entirely convinced. “I mean… Okay. Just… just try to be careful, Dr Flug.”

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Tony
shook his head before he looked over to the other. He tilted his head
at the question and smiled sweetly. “Would be all yours, it’s blank,
outsourced paper so our logo isn’t on it anywhere, even under UV, you
can take the plan with you, just want to see what you would plan if we
let you go wild. I’m always interested to see what my employees can come
up with when they are given the chance.”

Tony leaned back in his chair and smiled softly as Pepper sighed
heavily. “It’s simply an offer, something to help you feel more
comfortable, we have been told many of our interviewees like the feel of
being able to plan something out before they talk with us so we can see
what they can do before we ask them whatever we want to and it allows
us to see how they might work. This will be all your work, all your
tech, maybe something you can build here in the future should we find
you an ideal candidate.”

Tony was impressed the guy wanted to check, wanted to make sure his
work wouldn’t be stolen. “This guy has a good head on his shoulders too~
I’m impressed right now.” He chuckled softly and smirked a little as he
looked over the other.

The compliment took Carlos by surprise and before he cracked
a little smile without really thinking about it.

“I just know what happened between Edison and Tesla,” he
quipped; this was a more natural response from him.

But he then cleared his throat, a bit awkwardly. “So… Um,
yeah. I can absolutely do a quick mock for you both to look at. How… how long would
you allow me to work on it?” It would be nice to finally get the idea on paper
so that he had something to add to while he thought about it instead of keeping
mental tabs on it all. He never got the chance to sit down with the idea at
home because he was supposed to be applying for jobs and interviewing.

Tony smiled seeing the man relax a little and it seemed to be easier to talk with him now. He took a moment and watched him before nodding.

“A quick mock would be brilliant. just want to see how you work and see if we can get things sorted to work how you do. We like to meet everyone’s needs here not just those who are easy to work with.” He smiled kindly and ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s say we’ll give you an hour? We can ask you questions while you’re sketching it out to make it easier and then maybe as you to present us what you drew explaining how it would work and why we should make it.”

That meant Carlos would have to think about what to say when presenting. A little bit more on-his-feet-thinking than he was prepared for, but if that was a sort of thing that Stark was looking for then he had to do his best certainly. He decided that he was going to shorthand notes on the blueprint so that when he looked at them he could make connections more quickly while explaining it.

Though… an hour wasn’t a long time for blueprinting at all. But Carlos could make it work. Stark and Potts were pretty busy people, so they must have somewhere to be after this. “That sounds doable, Mr Stark,” Carlos said.

He set his document folder down on the table next to the blueprint paper before finally sitting down in the chair in front of it. He watched Mr Stark and Ms Potts. “So to be clear… we’re doing some of the interview questions while I’m working on this?”

Tony smiled hearing Carlos’ reply and he looked over what the young man was putting down before he heard him ask the question. “If that works for you then that works for us. Either way we want to watch you while you draw up your plans because then we can see just how you work and how well you made it. We’ve had people try to falsify their blueprints, bringing something with them and using that instead of what we ask so we’re gonna stay in here to watch either way.”

“If it runs over then it runs over, and the blue prints don’t have to be perfect, so long as we can get the idea. We know it isn’t the best amount of time for what we ask but if we go over an hour then we have people complaining they were waiting too long.” Pepper said softly.

“And they shouldn’t be complaining if we’re giving them a chance..” Tony grumbled before shaking his head. “Although to be fair, you’re our only interview today so maybe take as long as you need.”

Carlos made a very slight face at the mention of people having tried to bullshit their way through the interview. How long did they think they could keep that up for, if they had somehow managed to get hired that way? They’d have to be an ace conartist to do that.

But he could speculate more about that later, though it was an interesting train of thought. He just nodded to Potts and Stark and reached for the drafting pencil that was provided (it felt different from the BIC mechanical pencils he’d tend to use – definitely more specialized and less cheap). “My flight back home isn’t until tomorrow so I’m not pressed for time at all,” Carlos told them. “I can be here for as long as you think you need me today.”

He reached for the paper that was on the table and pulled it toward himself. He thought for a moment about where to start the drawing before deciding on a front and side view concept layout. He began with vague shapes with light strokes of the pencil, trying to work on both views at the same time so that they matched.