Coal workers in Colorado arm themselves as the strike turns bloody, eventually culminating into the Colorado Coal/Labor Wars, in which many armed striking workers retaliated and defended themselves & their families from violent scabs, corporate gun-thugs and even the Colorado National Guard, while also seizing mines and destroying company property in retribution for the massacre at Ludlow. 1914.
When Virus arrives to his Z-City hideout late at night and finds it empty, he feels uneasy. It’s not that he’s worried about the apartment’s regular occupant, he’s simply grown to be wary of change: it’s usually just a fancy way of spelling “trouble.”
And for what? When the clock struck two and he went out in search of the barely self-sufficient man, he found him tangled up in a set of swings, completely wasted.
If he carried him all the way back home (his home, not their home, not Virus’s), it was just because he couldn’t risk him being hauled back by some meddling hero or the police.
“Whassthe matter?” he could hardly pick up his head, and Virus was having a hard enough time supporting his swaying chest to try and help out. He also didn’t want to look him in the eye right then. “You d’nt like udon?”
“I hate udon.”
The one-armed supermarket worker tossed his head back again, calloused fingers digging into the soft black skin of Virus’s neck as he scrambled for purchase. Saitama’s grip was weak and pathetic. It was also somewhat soothing.
“You’ve got th’ worst taste, dude.”
He did. Oh, he absolutely did.
I have so many bad endings for this AU it’s not even funny. (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) But this bit’s fluffy and mostly nice.