Starways to Hell

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“Yeah…
and your staying away from them…. I have others I hate I can fling to
the void…. half should not have been there…… could have been killed…”

Carlos looked at Yondu, a little confused. “But… that’s what
you brought me on the ship for. Engineering and maitenence… right? That’s what
I do.” Though thinking about being in space… in the void… if he had his music
playing in the space suit and he didn’t look out, he supposed he’d be alright.

“….. only if you have a partner or me there… just in case…… and only someone from my inner circle..”

A partner would be a good idea, now that Carlos thought
about it. Someone to help distract from the utter nothingness around them. “I…
would actually welcome that,” Carlos said. “Yeah. Sure – train me on the space
suits and we can see what we can do about the hull.” He offered Yondu a little
smile, that he hoped was encouraging.

This was honestly a scary-as-shit idea, but it was something
that needed to be done – preferably by someone who knew engineering, like him.

“Aliright. Over the course of the next few weeks I’ll teach ya.”

Over those weeks they had been to dozens of planets and stations. Each one a little date yo du would take Carlos on. The crew was smaller after a large purge after another attempt from a group of crew members.

Half but was deathly ill. The void has done his damage and his body needed to heal.

Carlos thought he might be getting close to being ready to
fix the hull. He’d been going over schematics of the area that needed fixing
and thought he knew what was needed.

However, Carlos didn’t really sleep very well. Trying to
sleep in a shared room was sort of like his first weeks in space – he just
couldn’t do it. He was trying not to let it show though.

“How’s Half-nut doing?” Carlos asked Yondu one day at
breakfast. Kraglin just looked over at him, but didn’t say anything as he
continued to eat.

“Getting worse… getting better…. back and forth…. tullks been taking care of him night and day. We all know this could be a losing battle….”

Carlos frowned at that. “Damn… I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“What’re you sorry for?” Kraglin asked.

Carlos just frowned. “For… asking, I suppose.”

“Naaa.. shows you care. Nothing wrong with asking.” Smiles. “I was on my way to deliver more meds to them. Want to come along?”

Carlos looked to Yondu and nodded. “Yeah, uh… sure,” he said. He suddenly yawned and reached up to rub the wetness from his eyes. He made a mental note to ask the medic for something to help him keep awake – he planned on asking Yondu if they could go check out the hull that day.

Starways to Hell

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“Yeah…
and your staying away from them…. I have others I hate I can fling to
the void…. half should not have been there…… could have been killed…”

Carlos looked at Yondu, a little confused. “But… that’s what
you brought me on the ship for. Engineering and maitenence… right? That’s what
I do.” Though thinking about being in space… in the void… if he had his music
playing in the space suit and he didn’t look out, he supposed he’d be alright.

“….. only if you have a partner or me there… just in case…… and only someone from my inner circle..”

A partner would be a good idea, now that Carlos thought
about it. Someone to help distract from the utter nothingness around them. “I…
would actually welcome that,” Carlos said. “Yeah. Sure – train me on the space
suits and we can see what we can do about the hull.” He offered Yondu a little
smile, that he hoped was encouraging.

This was honestly a scary-as-shit idea, but it was something
that needed to be done – preferably by someone who knew engineering, like him.

“Aliright. Over the course of the next few weeks I’ll teach ya.”

Over those weeks they had been to dozens of planets and stations. Each one a little date yo du would take Carlos on. The crew was smaller after a large purge after another attempt from a group of crew members.

Half but was deathly ill. The void has done his damage and his body needed to heal.

Carlos thought he might be getting close to being ready to
fix the hull. He’d been going over schematics of the area that needed fixing
and thought he knew what was needed.

However, Carlos didn’t really sleep very well. Trying to
sleep in a shared room was sort of like his first weeks in space – he just
couldn’t do it. He was trying not to let it show though.

“How’s Half-nut doing?” Carlos asked Yondu one day at
breakfast. Kraglin just looked over at him, but didn’t say anything as he
continued to eat.

“Getting worse… getting better…. back and forth…. tullks been taking care of him night and day. We all know this could be a losing battle….”

Carlos frowned at that. “Damn… I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“What’re you sorry for?” Kraglin asked.

Carlos just frowned. “For… asking, I suppose.”

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Carlos looked at him. “Yeah?” he asked softly. “Well… I’m
sure I will. And hey – I’ll be getting my dad some material to scrapbook with,
so that’s a bonus too.” He smiled at Hancock wider.

“Heh, believe me, you’re gonna be floored by the sights I’m takin’ ya to, there’s nothin’ like it.” Alright, so maybe he was a little biased, but his country was beautiful and he took pride in it. “This drive’s gonna take a couple hours, things aren’t really too close around here–– actually, I guess you’re probably used to that though, yeah? Shit’s real far apart in America, I’m sure.”

Carlos shrugged and nodded. “Yeah – to get anywhere
interesting we have to travel at least that. At least here things are
relatively close together, huh? I’m looking forward to it.” He smiled again.

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Carlos just hummed. “Well, I can at least try,” he said. “I
like talking about my work, so… if you don’t mind it too much I’d actually like
if you did ask questions.”

“I’ll be sure to ask a few at least, heh. Feel free to explain shit as ya go too, I’m interested in anything ya got to say, I just might not always know how to ask what I wanna know, y’know?”

Carlos nodded at him. “Yeah, sure,” he said with a smile. He
quickly rinsed off his hands and wiped them dry with a towel. “Okay… I think I’m
ready. You… don’t happen to have any clean rubbing alcohol, do you?”

Starways to Hell

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“Yeah…
and your staying away from them…. I have others I hate I can fling to
the void…. half should not have been there…… could have been killed…”

Carlos looked at Yondu, a little confused. “But… that’s what
you brought me on the ship for. Engineering and maitenence… right? That’s what
I do.” Though thinking about being in space… in the void… if he had his music
playing in the space suit and he didn’t look out, he supposed he’d be alright.

“….. only if you have a partner or me there… just in case…… and only someone from my inner circle..”

A partner would be a good idea, now that Carlos thought
about it. Someone to help distract from the utter nothingness around them. “I…
would actually welcome that,” Carlos said. “Yeah. Sure – train me on the space
suits and we can see what we can do about the hull.” He offered Yondu a little
smile, that he hoped was encouraging.

This was honestly a scary-as-shit idea, but it was something
that needed to be done – preferably by someone who knew engineering, like him.

“Aliright. Over the course of the next few weeks I’ll teach ya.”

Over those weeks they had been to dozens of planets and stations. Each one a little date yo du would take Carlos on. The crew was smaller after a large purge after another attempt from a group of crew members.

Half but was deathly ill. The void has done his damage and his body needed to heal.

Carlos thought he might be getting close to being ready to
fix the hull. He’d been going over schematics of the area that needed fixing
and thought he knew what was needed.

However, Carlos didn’t really sleep very well. Trying to
sleep in a shared room was sort of like his first weeks in space – he just
couldn’t do it. He was trying not to let it show though.

“How’s Half-nut doing?” Carlos asked Yondu one day at
breakfast. Kraglin just looked over at him, but didn’t say anything as he
continued to eat.

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Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread.

Carlos had gone to sleep the night before very tired. He was still very groggy, but as he pushed himself up from the bed he realized something – his bedding was the wrong color. And so were his hands. As he inspected them he realized also that they were the wrong shape. He was the wrong shape. And he discovered that he was missing a leg as well, though the wound had long-since healed from an evidently clean amputation.

He was in a strange house in body not his own. It took a while for Carlos to try and figure out the prosthetic nearby. When it was attached it didn’t feel comfortable at all, so he figured he’d done something wrong. When he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a vanity and soon realized just who he was right then: Percival Graves. Oh boy…

Did that mean Graves was him; as in, did the other man wake up in Carlos’ body? He hoped Graves was awake and they would meet to sort this out soon.

And help with the prosthetic leg.

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“More than likely.” The director nods. “So … what exactly was he planning? If he swtiched us, what’s the point? Especially since he seemed to dislike you so much.” He couldn’t think of a reason other than just to create chaos.

Carlos frowned slightly as he thought. “Give you a hard
time?” he wondered. “I doubt he even knew who I was. Come to think of it… we were surrounded by No-majes.”

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“I
know.” He chuckled. “I try not to do it too often. Mostly on my house.”
Percival shrugged when the other talked about being cautious.

“It can. It’s saved me a few times. For others … I’ve accidentally offended people before. “

Carlos shrugged slightly. “Well, knowing that you’re
cautious, I think I’d have a hard time being offended now.”

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Carlos didn’t usually just go around kissing folks. But he was at least safe in the knowledge that Percival wouldn’t just punch him outright. Maybe.

Carlos gently touched the man’s arm to get his attention, and while Percival was turned toward him Carlos got up on his toes a bit and pressed a gentle – just a touch of the lips – kiss to the Director’s mouth.

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“no…
A little weird. But that’s not a bad thing.” Percival says simply. He
gives a little shrug. The other looked down and Percival wasn’t entirely
sure what to say now.

“And certainly not unpleasant.”

Carlos looked up at him. “Oh… oh, yeah?” he asked. “Well… I’d
still like to forget it anyway. If… only to replace it with a better, um…
encounter. I mean, experience! That’s
the word I mean.” He offered Percival a slight smile. “I mean, if… if you wanna
give it a shot, that is…”

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Carlos was a little bit surprised at that confession. He
supposed he should feel touched by that. Yeah… he was touched.

“Well… thank you,” he said, offering Hancock a smile. “And
yeah, if you have any questions… don’t be afraid to ask them.”

“Careful when ya say shit like that, I’ve been known to annoy the shit outta people askin’ too many questions. It’s more the cleanin’ I’m interested in learning, I know the rest is over my head.”

Carlos just hummed. “Well, I can at least try,” he said. “I
like talking about my work, so… if you don’t mind it too much I’d actually like
if you did ask questions.”

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Carlos thought he might have some idea, considering what
Hancock had admitted of his habits… but that was heavy stuff, so obviously he
wasn’t going to mention it. After all, he could be wrong.

“Well, right now, you’re taking a break,” Carlos told him
with a smile. “Going on a road trip with a Yankee.
It’s gonna be loads of fun, right?”

“Heh, I think Yankee is more of an English insult for ya, around these parts we’re rebels too.” He laughed lightly. “It’ll be fun, yeah. If it ain’t, you can yell at me. I’m lookin’ forward to it, it’s been a while since the last time I took a vacation–– actually, I can’t remember the last time I took a real vacation, think it was before my folks died.”

Carlos looked at him. “Yeah?” he asked softly. “Well… I’m
sure I will. And hey – I’ll be getting my dad some material to scrapbook with,
so that’s a bonus too.” He smiled at Hancock wider.