Starways to Hell

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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.

“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”

“Yeah…. they should be next to my ship….and I’ll hang out with your old man. Who knows I might be able to help him out around here or something.”

Carlos smiled at him. “Like planning for lunch or dinner – you know better about what the boys can eat so it’d be a great help. Speaking of which… should we go get some breakfast?”

Yondu nods and looks at him with a sigh before tugging him into a light kiss before pulling back and heads down stairs to the dinning table. “Something smells delicious in here. Morning wheels. How are you?”

Mikey looked up from his plate, blinking a little sleepily. But he grinned and waved. “Hey, Eiffel 65! I’m not too bad!”

“Mikey, don’t make references Mr Yondu can’t understand,” Mr Ramon chided gently with a smile.

“He’ll understand them soon, I promise!” Mikey said with a grin. “Hey – sit down, you guys. Dad went all out this morning.”

“Of course I did! I’ve got four grown men to feed!” Mr Ramon laughed. “And a homecoming to celebrate as well! This’ll be the first breakfast since last Easter that we’ve all had with Carlos.”

Yondu smiles a bit about to sit then blinks at the door as someone knocks on it. His com beeps a few times and he answers. “Peter?”

“Heya! Hope we’re at the right house. I’m tired! Krags dragged me out of bed! And the hike… seriously!”

“Carlos was going to come pick you both up. You were supposed to call me before you got here.” Smirks at the silence then the loud whine of exhasperstion.

Mikey sighed and backed away from the table. “I’ll get the door… you guys hide in case it’s one of our neighbors.”

Carlos took Yondu’s arm and pulled him so that they weren’t in view of the front door. “Is Kraglin with you, Pete?” he asked through the comm.

“I ain’t lettin’ his ass outta sight on a planet like this,” Kraglin responded. “He still probably has a wanted status here…”

Mr Ramon frowned at that, but didn’t say anything.

Peter groans. “I came back once and a group of punk teens thought I looked weird so I taught them a lesson… so sue me…”

Yondu rolls his eyes and peeks to see who Mikey was opening the door for and sighs seeing it was just his two idiot boys.

Kraglin was mildly surprised at the sight of Mikey, but his expression quickly returned to stoicism. “This is… the Ramon house, yeah?” he asked.

Mikey blinked up at him. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “Can I help you?”

Kraglin huffed softly. “Carlos and Yondu – they’re here, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, come in!” Mikey backed away a bit for the two and offered his hand. “I’m Mikey – I’m Carlos’ brother.”

Peter shoved Kraglin over and out of the way. “Yo wheels! What’s shakin! Ohh I smell food! Krags get off the floor bro! They got food! Like good good food!!”

Kraglin growled at the boy, a practically murderous glare in his eyes. He pushed himself up and reached out, quickly pulling him into a headlock. “You little shit – where the hell‘s yer decency??” He snarled.

Mikey was so surprised that he started to wheel back. “Uh…”

Peter yells and struggles to get out of the head. “Krags!!! Bro! Ow!! Let gooooooooo!”

Yondu shakes his head. “Oi! Peter settle down Kraglin let him go. Honestly you to….peter that is Mikey… have some blasted decency….now behave or I’ll put you both on bathroom duty.”

MIkey quickly closed the front door, while Kraglin just huffed and let Peter go, not caring if he fell to the ground or not.

Carlos poked his head in, and then hurried over to the two. “I can’t believe you two walked here! That was at least ten miles!”

“We took some shortcuts,” Kraglin said to him. “One of those big fury bear critters yelled at Peter an’ scared him though – that was funny as hell!”

“A bear?” Carlos asked, worried.

“Looked like one. Though not as stocky, and it had a droopy face and a tail.”

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

Huh, that makes sense, actually.

Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.

*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.

*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?

Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.

The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*

*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.

Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.

I dunno. Probably when I was 7. I don’t keep track of that stuff. *he moves his knee back down do Carlos can finish what he’s doing*

*Carlos tries to hurry with the alcohol, but makes sure that there doesn’t look to be anything foreign in the scrape. He opens a bandaid and puts a bit of antibiotic on the gauze pad before he puts it on Max’s scrape, smoothing it down in place* There… that should do it.

Thanks. Now can we go do science stuff now?

Yes, of course. *pulls off the gloves and throws away the trash. He takes the rat poison out of the cupboard and puts it up in a higher cupboard, where kids hopefully can’t reach it. He then grabs the pot and starts to head out*

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

I just wanted to make a point. I…

What kind of point?

I just wanted to…just…not exist…

*frowns* Max, this is even more reason to talk to your counselors. I understand if you don’t want to, but in any case your safety is in danger.

Don’t talk to them! Please random guy! Don’t talk to my counselors! They can’t know about this! They’ll tell my parents!

Carlos. Call me Carlos. And Max, I can’t just ignore this.

You have to. It’s not important. Let me go.

No, Max, I can’t! I would want to know if my daughter was having trouble – I would want to know if she… if she wanted to hurt herself so that I could help her. And the counselors are supposed to help take care of you so they need to know as well.

Carlos. You don’t understand. It’s not worth it anymore. I’m tired. I want to sleep and never wake up.

Max… you’re only a kid. You’re too young to think that things aren’t worth it. THe counselors and I will try to help you, I promise. We’ll explain to your parents what’s going on so they can help you too.

Don’t tell me I’m “too young”! Also, Don’t tell my parents! They’re the reason I’m doing this! *he quickly looks away, knowing he shouldn’t have said that*

*his steps falter and Carlos almost falls over. He brings Max in close to hold him so he didn’t accidentally drop the kid* Sorry – sorry, I hope I didn’t scare you. What… what is going on with your parents?

Nothing…none of your business…forget I said anything…

Max, it might not seem like it’s a big enough deal to tell someone, but I promise you it is. What is going on? What do your parents do?

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

I just wanted to make a point. I…

What kind of point?

I just wanted to…just…not exist…

*frowns* Max, this is even more reason to talk to your counselors. I understand if you don’t want to, but in any case your safety is in danger.

Don’t talk to them! Please random guy! Don’t talk to my counselors! They can’t know about this! They’ll tell my parents!

Carlos. Call me Carlos. And Max, I can’t just ignore this.

You have to. It’s not important. Let me go.

No, Max, I can’t! I would want to know if my daughter was having trouble – I would want to know if she… if she wanted to hurt herself so that I could help her. And the counselors are supposed to help take care of you so they need to know as well.

Carlos. You don’t understand. It’s not worth it anymore. I’m tired. I want to sleep and never wake up.

Max… you’re only a kid. You’re too young to think that things aren’t worth it. THe counselors and I will try to help you, I promise. We’ll explain to your parents what’s going on so they can help you too.

Don’t tell me I’m “too young”! Also, Don’t tell my parents! They’re the reason I’m doing this! *he quickly looks away, knowing he shouldn’t have said that*

*his steps falter and Carlos almost falls over. He brings Max in close to hold him so he didn’t accidentally drop the kid* Sorry – sorry, I hope I didn’t scare you. What… what is going on with your parents?

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

I just wanted to make a point. I…

What kind of point?

I just wanted to…just…not exist…

*frowns* Max, this is even more reason to talk to your counselors. I understand if you don’t want to, but in any case your safety is in danger.

Don’t talk to them! Please random guy! Don’t talk to my counselors! They can’t know about this! They’ll tell my parents!

Carlos. Call me Carlos. And Max, I can’t just ignore this.

You have to. It’s not important. Let me go.

No, Max, I can’t! I would want to know if my daughter was having trouble – I would want to know if she… if she wanted to hurt herself so that I could help her. And the counselors are supposed to help take care of you so they need to know as well.

Carlos. You don’t understand. It’s not worth it anymore. I’m tired. I want to sleep and never wake up.

Max… you’re only a kid. You’re too young to think that things aren’t worth it. THe counselors and I will try to help you, I promise. We’ll explain to your parents what’s going on so they can help you too.

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

Huh, that makes sense, actually.

Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.

*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.

*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?

Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.

The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*

*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.

Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.

I dunno. Probably when I was 7. I don’t keep track of that stuff. *he moves his knee back down do Carlos can finish what he’s doing*

*Carlos tries to hurry with the alcohol, but makes sure that there doesn’t look to be anything foreign in the scrape. He opens a bandaid and puts a bit of antibiotic on the gauze pad before he puts it on Max’s scrape, smoothing it down in place* There… that should do it.

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

I just wanted to make a point. I…

What kind of point?

I just wanted to…just…not exist…

*frowns* Max, this is even more reason to talk to your counselors. I understand if you don’t want to, but in any case your safety is in danger.

Don’t talk to them! Please random guy! Don’t talk to my counselors! They can’t know about this! They’ll tell my parents!

Carlos. Call me Carlos. And Max, I can’t just ignore this.

You have to. It’s not important. Let me go.

No, Max, I can’t! I would want to know if my daughter was having trouble – I would want to know if she… if she wanted to hurt herself so that I could help her. And the counselors are supposed to help take care of you so they need to know as well.

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What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.

No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.

Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.

*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*

Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.

That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.

Huh, that makes sense, actually.

Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.

*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.

*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?

Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.

The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*

*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.

Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

I just wanted to make a point. I…

What kind of point?

I just wanted to…just…not exist…

*frowns* Max, this is even more reason to talk to your counselors. I understand if you don’t want to, but in any case your safety is in danger.

Don’t talk to them! Please random guy! Don’t talk to my counselors! They can’t know about this! They’ll tell my parents!

Carlos. Call me Carlos. And Max, I can’t just ignore this.

dead max is planning to steal a car and rob a liquor store, how do you feel about that? knowing you adopted a mistake?

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?

*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?

i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*

*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?

they were mostly relaxed around you before but now.. *he sits on the edge of his bed and shrugs* they keep hissing at you

Do you know why? *closes the tent and goes to sit on the other cot across from Max.*

nope-* he pulls off his hoodie* it’s weird though, i’ve never seen them act like this..

Hissing, you mean?

yeah *he lays down* 

Hm… um, okay then. Try to relax, Max. I’ll be here… *And he’ll figure out what to ground Max from*

*he puts his pillow over his face and mutters out* night i guess.. *there’s not alot in Maxs tent, a book bag and couple video games but not much else…*

Get some rest, Max. Do you have a water bottle? I can get it filled for you, in case you’re thirsty.