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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

…no… *he sighed slightly, still hugging himself*

Then it wasn’t your fault, Max. You both might have made a mistake… but you didn’t purposefully go out and hurt him. You don’t need to blame yourself, Max… that’ll just give you so much unnecessary pain.

*he frowned, staying quiet. he knew Carlos was probably right, but he still felt so bad about this*

It’s okay if you don’t believe me right away, Max. It might take some time, but if you hear it every day – that it’s not your fault – then you’ll hopefully understand it. Okay?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

…no… *he sighed slightly, still hugging himself*

Then it wasn’t your fault, Max. You both might have made a mistake… but you didn’t purposefully go out and hurt him. You don’t need to blame yourself, Max… that’ll just give you so much unnecessary pain.

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*

n-no.. but i should’ve..! h-he doesn’t know how to drive and b-buses are bigger then cars and harder to control.. *he looks away*

Did you make the bus crash, Max?

*shows up to camp with tote bag* Hey Max! Happy belated birthday!

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*Max was still laying in bed, he didn’t want to get up, how could he knowing what happened because of him? he sighed softly, finally letting go his now damp pillow*

*peeks into Max’s tent, still smiling.* Max? Hey buddy – are you ready for a fun day?

*he glanced up at Carlos before rolling onto his stomach, pulling his hood over his head* no..

*blinks, suddenly concerned for Max* Max? Buddy? Are you still feeling sick?

no.. but i feel horrible… *it sounds like he’s been crying alot…*

*Oh no…* Max? Can I come in?

*he hesitates before nodding, grabbing his pillow again*

*Carlos comes in carefully, zipping the flap closed about halfway behind him. He sets the tote bag beside Max’ bed before kneeling down next to it.* Hey, buddy… what’s going on?

… i-i.. i let something bad happen and.. and someone died because of it.. *sniffle*

*blinks* What? Uh… Uh, Max… I’m not sure I understand. Do you… do you want to talk to me about it? Start from the beginning?

*he sighed softly, forcing himself to sit up and wiping away his tears* Maven.. h-he got an M!A that u-unpurified him.. and he wanted to leave camp s-so he got on the bus and.. a-and i couldn’t…

What… what happened to Maven, Max?

h-he crashed.. an-and died.. *he fights back more sobs*

Oh… oh no, Max, I’m so sorry… *he quickly puts his arms around the boy and hugs him close*

*he hugged back, breaking down into small sobs as he clung to the other*

*Carlos isn’t sure what to say. Right now he just holds Max and lets him cry*

*after a long few minutes, he calms down again. shaking slightly as he tries to even out his breathing again*

*rubs Max’s back to help calm him* I’m here, Max… take deep breaths.

*he fails a couple times, but he manages to steady his breath exept for the occasional sniffle*

That’s good, Max. That’s very good. How are you feeling?

..l-like shyt… *he sighed, letting go of Carlos and hugging himself*

I’m very sorry, Max. I need to ask… why do you feel like… what happened was your fault?

*he frowned and looked away* c-cause i didn’t stop him.. i-i just walked away when i sh-should have gone after him.. m-maybe if i did, he wouldn’t.. w-wouldn’t…

Max… did you know the bus was going to crash? *the question is not accusing – it’s patient and sounds like genuine curiosity.*