Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Everything hurt.
Billy couldn’t move. Black Adam had left him in a trembling heap on the floor, curled helplessly on his side while the villain left to go investigate a sudden explosion from above. Distantly, Billy could hear shouting voices, sounds of a struggle, but it all washed over him as empty white noise. He was in shock. The boundless courage and infinite strength of Captain Marvel felt very, very far away right now.
With a tremendous effort, the boy lifted one aching arm, hands twitching as he slowly, agonizingly, moved to graze his fingers over his injured throat. Even the lightest touch was enough to flare excruciating pain from his damaged nerves, evidence of where Black Adam had attempted to strangle him. It hadn’t killed him, nor had the subsequent beating, but Billy could feel that something in his throat had been crushed by the pressure-enough to render him completely incapable of speaking. He couldn’t transform.
Even breathing was a struggle.
He slowly lowered his arm, barely noting a fresh wave of pain as his fractured wrist bumped against the cold floor. His mind felt clouded in fog, making coherent thought impossible. This wasn’t fun anymore. Billy had known that being a hero wouldn’t always be easy, of course, but this-this was different. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to see Uncle Dudley.
He-He wanted his parents.
Eyes wide, tear-tracks running silently down his face, the ten-year-old continued to huddle motionlessly on the floor for a few long minutes, completely still aside from his unstoppable shaking. He didn’t notice when several new figures rushed into the room where Black Adam had been holding him, nor when one of them approached, kneeling before Billy and placing a light, worried hand on his back.
“Are you all right?” asked a calm, yet very concerned voice.
Billy didn’t respond, struggling to keep himself from blacking out. Whatever he did, he just couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. Something was preventing him from breathing properly.
There was silence for a moment, and then the mystery voice spoke again: “It is all right, Captain Marvel. We'll see to it that you are taken care of.”
Billy couldn’t tell if the voice (so familiar) was meant to comfort him, or if it was for the benefit of the speaker himself-he sounded worried, even afraid. Unthinkingly, Billy tried to tell whoever it was that he was fine, that it was okay, that everything would be all right-but the only thing that came out was a small, sad whimper of pain. A fresh wave of tears rolled unbidden down Billy’s cheeks: he couldn’t help it.
Then, suddenly, someone was lifting his body up from the cold ground. Even as Billy’s trembling intensified at the new pains this caused, he found himself curling instinctively into the other person’s arms. The embrace felt familiar and safe, so Billy allowed himself a moment of rest at last, eyes fluttering shut as Kaldur carried his limp frame back to the bio-ship, the rest of the team following close behind.
[Finished! This is my first attempt at writing any kind of Young Justice fic, so any crit would be appreciated, especially on characterization. :'D The inspiration from the last part/backstory details for Captain Marvel mostly came from the DC Animated Superman/Shazam: The Return of Black Adam special, which is wonderful, by the way.]
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Captain Marvel!!! Not op but thank you for writing this! I really like each and every one of the parts and how much they suit each kid. Kaldur being the hugger was right on target, he's such a big brother.
baaawww captain marvveeelll why is he the cutest
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omg everyone one of these is perfect. so much love!
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Loved it.
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Also. Write more like this. Nao. ;P
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I love your characterization of Wally, by the way. He's such a little shit. :)
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