“It looks like ya got yerself in a bit of a pickle pumpkin” Merle said, his adopted son was shivering as he hugged the tree limb just above the highest rung of the ladder.
Banjo nodded, “y-yeah. I-It’s too high.”
Merle nodded in agreement, “I know son, that’s why I came to help ya down. Now, I’m gonna get a grip on ya, and when I say so I’ll need ya to let go of the tree so I can pulls ya down, alright?”
“No!” Banjo shook his head and clung tighter to the tree, “I-if I let go I’ll fall!”
“Banjomin, I know yer scared, but I ain’t gonna let ya get hurt. I’m gonna catch you and it’ll be fine.” Merle placed his hand on the boy’s knee, stroking it lightly with his thumb, “Do ya trust me son?”
Banjomin paused, but eventually nodded in agreement. Once it seemed like Banjo was less tense Merle reached up and got a grip on Benjamin’s Torso. “Okay son, ya can let go now.”
For a minute Banjo hesitated, but eventually he released the tree limb and Merle was able to scoop him up in his arms. He wrapped his hands around his Pa’s neck and Merle quickly climbed down the ladder to the ground.
Merle rubbed Banjo’s back calmingly, and eventually the five year old opened his eyes and noticed they were back on the ground. Banjo hugged him closely and Merle smiled, “ There now, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
I thought of some dialogue to go with the picture, but this is just a drawing of how I imagine it goes when the Mcguckets discover Stan is scared of heights after he’s de-aged in the Banjomin Stanley Mcgucket au.
Angie Martinelli squinted in confusion. Her girlfriend was obviously unhappy, but as to why, she wasn’t quite sure. As far as she knew, nobody had been shot recently. Sure, English’s new position as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was stressful, but no more than usual.
Taking a deep breath, Angie stepped into the living room and braced herself for the worst; however, what she found made her laugh.
Peggy Carter stood near the couch, body bent at the waist, mumbling in frustration as she unsuccessfully tried to drink water upside down from the cup in her hand.
“Oh my god, Peggy, what are you doing?” Angie demanded as she rushed across the room and took Peggy by the arm, bringing her back to a standing position. “You’re spillin’ water all over the carpet.”
“I’m trying to cure myself of these infernal hiccups,” Peggy growled, then glared when her chest hitched and the most adorable noise escaped from her lips.
Angie was charmed, but she certainly wouldn’t let Peggy know it. Not if she wanted to sleep in their bed tonight. Wrapping her hand around Peggy’s wrist, Angie moved them to the couch and liberated the water glass from her grip.
“Well, hanging upside down trying to force water down your throat isn’t gonna’ fix that,” she giggled.
Peggy frowned. “I was desperate. I’ve had them since 10 a.m.”
Peggy sighed. “I even considered asking Howard if he had anything to cure them.”
Angie glanced at her askew. “You are desperate.”
Peggy nodded miserably.
“Poor Director Carter,” Angie cooed, bringing a hand up to stroke Peggy’s cheek. Peggy rolled her eyes, but the effect was somewhat diminished when another hiccup went through her.
“Angie, will you please fetch me my purse.”
“Because my gun is in there.”
Angie giggled. “And here I thought being dramatic was my job.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Peggy’s nose. “As adorable as it is to watch you pout, I’m going to take pity on you.”
Peggy crossed her arms. “I’m not pouting.”
“Uh huh,” Angie said with a smile. “Now tell me, what color is an eggplant?”
Peggy blinked at her. “Pardon?”
“Eggplant,” Angie repeated. “What color?”
Peggy pressed a hand to Angie’s forehead. “Darling, are you quite certain you’re feeling well?”
Laughing, Angie pulled Peggy’s hand away. “I’m fine, and you haven’t answered the question.”
“I hardly see how this is helping.”
“Why’s this so difficult, English? Eggplant? Color?”
“I fail to see why you’re asking me the color of a vegetable.”
“It’s a fruit, actually, and would you just answer the question, already?” Angie asked as a tinge of frustration entered her voice.
“Oh all right! The bloody thing is purple!”
Angie sat back and gazed at Peggy.
Peggy’s eyebrows lifted in confusion. “What?”
“Oh nothing,” Angie replied airily. She waited a moment and then smirked. “Still got the hiccups?”
Peggy paused, waiting, and then looked back at Angie in amazement.
“How did you…”
“Works every time,” Angie grinned.
“Yes, but how?” Peggy sputtered, obviously confused by the eccentric method.
Angie just smiled and leaned closer. “I might be persuaded to reveal my secrets with the right payment.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Peggy’s mouth. “Is that so?” she asked, bringing her hand to wrap around the back of Angie’s neck.
“Mmmhmmm,” Angie sigh.
“Well, I shall have to see what I can do about that,” Peggy murmured.