13 Days of Darkstar: On The Inside
AN: This fic takes place in the "Tender Spots" series of ficlets that I have been working on and posting over the past year or so XD.
On The Inside
Clear blue eyes look out at the other three...people...before him. Ben. The leader, far too naive for his own good. He endangers the others by merely existing and they’re stupid enough to listen to him. Gwendolyn. She is clearly the brains of the operation, but she is easily distracted. She is powerful, but vulnerable and predators always pick off the vulnerable ones. Kevin. Well, Kevin is something else all together. He’s about eight feet tall and almost all of it is muscle. He’s dim, but strangely perceptive...and he has a peculiar loyalty to Gwendolyn in particular. He’s like their pet, or something.
A paltry farewell and a friendly wave....and then the door is closed and the facade falls.
Blue eyes turn sharp and calculating. The pleasant countenance turns steely and any semblance of something amicable turns into something completely different.
They’re far too trusting for Plumbers. They are obviously amateurs...not that he is complaining. He hasn’t eaten this well in months and he isn’t even trying to hide it. He just blames their big pet for hitting their enemies too hard. He doesn’t overuse that excuse, or they will start to question it. He wants them to believe him.
Their pet is the only thing that can really stop him. That’s why he plays nice. Why he doesn’t confront their hodge podge of muscle. He can’t take him...yet. It is the only thing that come between him and what he really wants. As such, he is careful. He undermines the dumb creature with a casual comment here or there. Someone who wasn’t paying attention wouldn’t notice how pointedly cruel and specific his jabs were. He stated them indirectly so as not to directly insult the lug.
It doesn’t matter in the long run.
In another week or two, it won’t make any difference at all.
He’ll have what he wants and he’ll be unstoppable.
His mother will be so proud of him.
He’ll be able to put these sorry excuses for Plumbers six feet under. Them and their pet. There isn’t a need to stop there, either. He’ll be able to have whatever he wants whenever he wants and there isn’t anyone who can do anything about it.
A sinister smile pulls across peachy lips as he thinks about it.
No, he can wait.
If a panther can lie in wait until the opportune moment, so can he.
After all, waiting is half the fun.
On The Inside
Clear blue eyes look out at the other three...people...before him. Ben. The leader, far too naive for his own good. He endangers the others by merely existing and they’re stupid enough to listen to him. Gwendolyn. She is clearly the brains of the operation, but she is easily distracted. She is powerful, but vulnerable and predators always pick off the vulnerable ones. Kevin. Well, Kevin is something else all together. He’s about eight feet tall and almost all of it is muscle. He’s dim, but strangely perceptive...and he has a peculiar loyalty to Gwendolyn in particular. He’s like their pet, or something.
A paltry farewell and a friendly wave....and then the door is closed and the facade falls.
Blue eyes turn sharp and calculating. The pleasant countenance turns steely and any semblance of something amicable turns into something completely different.
They’re far too trusting for Plumbers. They are obviously amateurs...not that he is complaining. He hasn’t eaten this well in months and he isn’t even trying to hide it. He just blames their big pet for hitting their enemies too hard. He doesn’t overuse that excuse, or they will start to question it. He wants them to believe him.
Their pet is the only thing that can really stop him. That’s why he plays nice. Why he doesn’t confront their hodge podge of muscle. He can’t take him...yet. It is the only thing that come between him and what he really wants. As such, he is careful. He undermines the dumb creature with a casual comment here or there. Someone who wasn’t paying attention wouldn’t notice how pointedly cruel and specific his jabs were. He stated them indirectly so as not to directly insult the lug.
It doesn’t matter in the long run.
In another week or two, it won’t make any difference at all.
He’ll have what he wants and he’ll be unstoppable.
His mother will be so proud of him.
He’ll be able to put these sorry excuses for Plumbers six feet under. Them and their pet. There isn’t a need to stop there, either. He’ll be able to have whatever he wants whenever he wants and there isn’t anyone who can do anything about it.
A sinister smile pulls across peachy lips as he thinks about it.
No, he can wait.
If a panther can lie in wait until the opportune moment, so can he.
After all, waiting is half the fun.