Y/N crept quietly around the tower. From what she could tell, the invasion her father had been warning her about was happening right now. She had recognized Dr. Selvig, but he seemed off somehow. He hadn’t even seen her. She honestly had no idea what was going on. The only thing she knew was that her dad wanted her out of sight of the fight.
“I could totally help,” she mumbled to herself. “Mr. Stark wants me to tell you he can hear you,” JARVIS spoke to her from her watch. She rolled her eyes. “Well dad, I totally could.”
Y/N craned her neck around the corner. Seeing no one else around, she straightened her posture. She ruffled her hair and walked over to the bar. She reached over the counter for a bottle. As she opened it, Y/N took off her watch.
“Well, this is a surprise.”
Y/N spun around to see Loki. The only reason she had known it was him was because of the video she had seen of Steve fighting him in Germany. She hadn’t expected him to look all too different from that footage. She swallowed, forcing a smile.
“I could say the same thing about you,” she stated, “You’re in my home, after all.” “You live here?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow, “Does my brother have a friend he forgot to mention?” “Do you think your brother stupid enough to say everything?” she countered.
Loki smiled. He slowly made his way closer to Y/N. For some odd and frustrating reason, Y/N didn’t move a single muscle. She didn’t even step back into the bar. There was something about his eyes that held her interest. She just couldn’t pinpoint it.
“My brother is many things,” he whispered, “yours, however, he is not.” She arched a brow. “Oh? And what makes you so sure?” The man smirked, reaching his hand toward her. “He isn’t here, is he?”
Just before he was going to run his fingers through her hair, he stopped. Keeping his gaze, he lowered his hand without it ever having made contact with her. Part of her almost felt a loss without his touch. Y/N could hardly think, and it was driving her crazy.
“Tell me,” he continued to coo, “What is your name?” “Y-Y/N,” she muttered. He gave her a genuine smile. “Quite a lovely name.”
Y/N remained silent. She gulped again as she knit her brows. If she wasn’t mistaken, it appeared he was moving closer to her. He seemed to be slowly entering her space…and she was letting him.
A large explosion from outside managed to bring her back to the present circumstance. It had pulled her so much so that she actually looked out of the large windows. Instinctively, however, her gaze returned to seeking Loki’s.
He was gone.
Just as timely, her father slowed to a stop inside the tower. His face conveyed his worry. He hurried over to her.
“Are you okay? What did he do?” Tony rambled, “Where is he? Are you okay?” Y/N started to nod. “Dad, I’m fine. Do I look hurt?” Tony scanned his daughter. “No…He didn’t touch you with his scepter did he?” She knit her brows. “No. He didn’t touch me at all. How’d you know he was here?” “JARVIS sent the silent stress signal,” he paused, “Come on. I’m getting you out of here.”
Y/N didn’t bother to resist. She knew she wouldn’t be of much help now anyway. There was something about Loki that caused her senses to overload. She tried to focus as her dad led her to a safer place.
You frowned at the sight of the Quileutes at your family’s
gradation party. You weren’t sure why
they showed up in the first place. Last you heard Bella wasn’t on the best of
terms with Jacob after she clocked him in the face.
Yet there she was, chatting away with Jacob and his friends. She
didn’t seem too happy to see them, then again you never knew with Bella. She
didn’t show much emotion on her face. Either
way, I should go check on her or Edward will throw a hissy fit.
I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written a coda. Dean takes Cas to a motel to recover. For the second coda this season, someone loses their shirt and there’s some bed sharing. Sort of.
Cas isn’t stupid, not by a long shot. Even through a haze of growing pain, he could
watch. He could listen. And he didn’t miss how Mary’s eyes dropped
for a fraction of a second when Ramiel demanded a stolen object returned.
He’d filed it away for later. Well.
That is, if there was a later, which at the moment, hadn’t seemed that
Now that later is
a reality, he can’t bring himself to impart the knowledge to Dean. It’s been too stressful of an hour to add that. So Cas quietly allows Dean to lead him,
slowly, to the car Mary had taken to get them here.
He’s also not unobservant. He doesn’t miss the way Dean’s hand is
trembling, however minutely, on his arm.
“Only a few more steps,” Dean says in his ear. Gentle.
Soothing. Like Cas imagines a
hospice nurse would speak. Dean’s still
afraid he’s going to shatter into a million pieces, dissolve into oozing black
goo. (Again. Which recalls a few memories
that Cas would rather forget.). “Take it easy, Cas. This isn’t a race.”
“We’re crawling,” Cas points out, but he doesn’t
Technically, he shouldn’t be tired at all, but there’s
a certain lethargy to his bones that he can’t quite shake. He suspects that there will be some time
before he feels normal again.
“Shut up.” It’s said teasingly, but Cas can feel Dean’s
eyes lingering on the back of his head a few beats longer than they normally
Request: If you are still taking the specific Bucky stories how about a Bucky x reader where the reader and Bucky are friends but the reader is a bit childish abs likes to put cute magnets in his arm. Mostly where he can’t see them but others can.
Summary: You sneak some magnets onto Bucky’s arm and one of them happens to be an Inigo Montoya quote. The teams sees it and starts making Princess Bride jokes, confusing the hell out of Bucky.
Warnings: Best friend fluffy fluff!
A/N: I laughed so god damn hard while writing this, I do apologize for how short it is though.
Hey, I'm sorry, I have another question for you. I was wondering, what's your take on Ross having so much control over the Avengers in cacw? Someone said that it was because they were all American except Wanda, but I don't fully buy that. After all, most of the events were taking place on foreign soil, shouldn't the reps of those countries also have had a say in how they operated, and on the consequences of them breaking the law?
Don’t apologize. I love questions! I hope you don’t mind a long answer because I have a lot of thoughts on Thaddeus Ross.
My answer is going to be two-fold, the first being what we know as seen in the MCU thus far and what the real-life position of Secretary of State entails, and the second part what I predict they’re trying to set up with Ross given his comics history.
Firstly the position of Secretary of State should have never gone to Ross. And any sympathy I had for Marvel President Ellis left over from Iron Man 3 is now gone entirely because the position of SoS is appointed by the president and you have to wonder, given Ross’ history, what exactly Ellis was thinking in appointing Ross to that position of all people.
What we know from Incredible Hulk about Thaddeus Ross:
He was running a human experimentation program trying to replicate Erskine’s super soldier serum.
This project was government funded and military supported.
Moreover we know that the accident that resulted in Bruce Banner becoming the Hulk was not the first mishap under Ross’ purview. How do we know this? From this bit of dialogue from Incredible Hulk, right here:
General Greller: Are you telling me ANOTHER one of you super soldier experiments has gone haywire?! Is there ANYTHING that came out of that program that didn’t turn into a mess?!
We also know that Ross’ idea of capturing Banner (whom had lost all humanity to Ross - Ross saw Banner as an object. More dialogue from Incredible Hulk… “No, that’s not a ‘good thing’ Major. But I don’t want Banner anyway. GODDAMNIT I WANT WHAT’S INSIDE OF HIM.”) was to create another Hulk-like being, Abomination, who was worse and who proceeded to take out half of Harlem.
So what we have established here: Ross is super invested in creating an army of super powered beings, and when I say super invested, I mean invested to the point of mania. His human experimentation program has had many mishaps, but yet the military and the US government is still somehow funding it. In the movie Incredible Hulk it was Ross’ mania to capture Bruce Banner and further his experimentation that resulted in a Brazilian town being leveled, as well as half of Harlem. Moral of the story, Ross’ has no leg to stand on to lecture anyone on collateral damage.
Since Ellis appointed Ross to Secretary of State, then I’m led to believe that Ellis, too, has some nefarious intentions. Especially as, and this is an important note that not many people discuss, the Raft was fully built and functional by the time the Accords were rolled out.
I work in a tall office building in La Jolla, San Diego. It took a construction crew almost a year just to redo the lobby of this building. Can you imagine how long it would take to design, then build, a structure like the Raft? One that is submersible and surrounded entirely by ocean?! A project like that would take YEARS. But there it sat, fully operational, ready to imprison super powered beings. Also, were you aware that anything beyond 12 nautical miles from a country’s coast is considered international waters (…in real life anyway. Naturally in the Marvel world the oceans are under the jurisdiction of Namor, a fact of which he likes to remind everybody. Constantly.). Just things that make you go hmmmm.
Anyway, here are the powers that Ross has (that he should have never been given and the fact that he does have them is eyebrow raising) as Secretary of State:
Negotiates, interprets, and terminates treaties and agreements;
Ensures the protection of the U.S. Government to American citizens, property, and interests in foreign countries;
Supervises the administration of U.S. immigration laws abroad;
Provides information to American citizens regarding the political, economic, social, cultural, and humanitarian conditions in foreign countries
Serves as the channel of communication between the Federal Government and the States on the extradition of fugitives to or from foreign countries.
Grants and issues passports to American citizens and exequaturs to foreign consuls in the United States
I’ve bolded the two we saw, with our own eyes, Ross completely abuse in CA:CW.
Now onto where I feel the MCU might be taking Ross. In comics Ross becomes Red Hulk, he is also a member of an early incarnation of the Thunderbolts, as are two other villains who appeared in CA:CW: Crossbones and Helmut Zemo.
…it is my theory that the Thunderbolts/Masters of Evil are already in the MCU, and have been plotting behind everyone’s back, which would explain a lot of the plot holes that have been thus far unanswered. Things like: Klaw having vibranium in A:AOU (Klaw as a member of the Masters of Evil, the pre-Thuderbolts). Who hired Crossbones to be in Lagos and how he knew the Avengers were going to be sent there (set-up) at the same time that the Wakandan dignitaries were there (I do not believe that Crossbones being there with a bomb at the same time as the Wakandan dignitaries is a coincidence). The real reason the UN was blown up with both T’Chaka and T’Challa present (had T’Challa died, too, both the king and his successor would have been taken out), and why Ross ignored empirical evidence that Bucky had been framed, thus sending Tony to Siberia exactly when Zemo needed him there. All of these things, I feel, can be explained by a Thunderbolt/Masters of Evil underlying plot.
One more thing to support my theory? The main prison in the comic book Civil War was not the Raft, it was Area 42 - the Negative Zone. The Raft, however, has a significant tie to the Thunderbolts. When Steve came back from the ‘dead’ and became Top Cop, he and Luke Cage decided to make the Thunderbolts a legit shot at redemption for former villains (instead of either Zemo’s or Osborn’s incarnations of it, which was anything but), so they went to the Raft to recruit and administer a test, of sorts (to gauge the sincerity of the former villains in their redemption) leaving Luke in charge of the new team.
I love him so much he’s my profile picture on discord right now. Although in some other pictures the 4 arms look a little,,, weird,,,, but idk
ok so you can’t tell with the quality of this picture but HE HAS THE SCARS AROUND HIS EYES A+ I LOVE
the hair seems a little… tall? but it’s chill. His character design is pretty close to the show’s, his hair is just mirrored, so he doesn’t freak me out as much as the others.
Nya is cool, it looks like she’s got some samurai stuff going on which makes me HYPE but she sort of looks like a fusion of wildstyle and Pixal, ya know? We’ll see.
Jay why ya gotta be in the back I can’t tell anything about you.
Anyways he has freckles guys. FRECKLES I REPEAT FRECKLES HE IS CUTE
at first I thought he had Dareth’s hair and I was like. No. but I looked at it again and it’s just really messy thank goodness. HOWEVER I THINK HIS HAIR IS BROWN NOT RED AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY
I’M A REDHEAD I NEED MY REPRESENTATION
Interesting that he’s wearing both red and blue
ok so, why does Lloyd have green eyes when every single other lego minifigure ever has black it’s creeping me out just a bit.
Also he looks like a surfer dude so
put his eyebrows back where they came from or so help me
but it’s ok, he looks old but it’s probably just the expression.
it’s all ok
everything is going to be o-
AHHHHHHHHHH NEVERMIND ABORT ABORT N O T O K
I’ve been able to calm down and appreciate every character design except for Zane’s
Part of what’s so beautiful about Zane is he’s a robot but he still acts and looks human but,,, I don’t think this is the case here.
Is his head skinny or is it just me
why are his eyes glowing not ok scared help me
ok maybe things are going to be ok after all
tbh the worst part is I can’t see his eyebrows does he have The Eyebrows???? I need to know now. Plz.
but he totally looks like a buff weightlifting hot dude who’s secretly a ballerina I’m
BLESS THE MAN BUN
ok but. WHy are the ninja’s designs so radically different when Wu and Garmadon actually look pretty similar it’s so weird
anyways I love Wu’s design, his beard is dirty and cracked like it’s an actual old lego minifigure piece and he has YE OLDE SHINY HAT I love him so much
Overall, calm down about the character design guys. We’ve known since very early that this has nothing to do with the tv show. With different personalities and voice actors, different designs fit better.
If I compare these characters with the ones from the show I am angry and alarmed and I hate them. But if I remove the show and see it as its own separate entity they are all actually really cute and precious. Except for Zane.
Also, these are stills. Many stills of characters look weird, unnatural, ugly, or stupid because they’re in the middle of moving and talking. Once we see them in motion, it will appear different. Trust me.
For my delightful and wonderful saltmate @baelerion
Trust and war paint
She stares at Jon, studying him carefully, his words not quite piercing her conscious. Jon fidgets under her gaze and flushes red, embarrassment now colouring his cheeks.
“You want me to do what?” She asks, laughter now bubbling within her voice. His offer seems so ridiculous and silly that she can’t do anything but laugh. Paint is for children and she is no child. She hasn’t been a child for a long time. Jon squirms and scowls at the laughter in her voice, now too embarrassed to even look at her.
“For the festival, I thought. It’s a wildling tradition.” His words fade into silence as he stumbles over what to say, his expression finally settling into that oh so familiar look of gloom. She bites her lip, something deep inside her, suddenly aching at the familiarity. There are many who say that Jon looks like their father and she guesses that they must be true. She cannot remember much of Ned Stark’s face, most of it has all faded into some faded blurry shape or the horror of her father’s head on a pike. She guesses that their bannersmen remember Ned Starks face more clearly than she does because most of the time she only sees Jon. Most times that is enough but sometimes it not and right now, right now she wants more.
She tries to shake her head and free herself of all her memories of her father but they root themselves deeply in her mind, wrapping themselves around each thought as if ivy. It shouldn’t surprise her; the Northern way has always been to remember. Jon is still looking at her, his eyes uncertain and gentle. She does not remember her father’s eyes but she thinks that he must have stared at her with the same gentleness that Jon does now. It is perhaps this, that forces her words out and laughter down.
“You want to draw paint on me?” Jon blushes and she blushes too. There is nothing truly wrong with her words but his reaction to them makes her flush.
“Yes, the wildlings, during the festival decorate themselves with symbols and war paint. I thought that you might like it, to be part of the festival,” he quickly explains and finishes at her raised eyebrow. She does not know where he must have gotten this strange thought. The Sansa of old would have laughed and wrinkled her nose at such a thought. Perhaps, he is mistaking her for Arya again. She knows that he sometimes gets confused.
“I don’t know, where would it even be painted?” She asks, suddenly curious. Jon relaxes slightly at her question, obviously relieved that she didn’t just laugh in his face or get annoyed.
“On your face and neck.” She stiffens immediately at his words and Jon’s eyes fill with panic. “Sansa?” But she shakes her head and he waits, just as he always does, for the fear to drain away. Jon isn’t Littlefinger or Ramsay or Joffrey or even the Hound. He is Jon, she reminds herself but her heart and body still ache. The scars that Ramsay had carved into her body have all healed but there are times like this where they ache. Fear and memories slipping through rough and newly-knit skin and burrowing its ways into her bones. Anger and frustration strikes her suddenly, it is not Jon’s fault but she can’t help but hate him a little for uncovering a new weakness and a new hurt.
I’m a wolf and wolves never bare their neck, she thinks to herself half-maddened by her weakness but mostly aching. She did not feel like a wolf most days, she felt like a sad little girl swept away in the storm. Jon’s gaze was kind and gentle, a rope and lighthouse. Ramsay, Joffrey, the Hound, they had all stared at her as if they were fighting a war and she had always been the victim. Jon though, his stare is kind and patient and good. There is father’s kindness and something more, something that takes her breath away and something that she hopes one day to explore.
“You don’t have to do this,” he tells her gently and her heart does a strange little lurch. She knows that he is waiting, waiting for something. It would be easy to bare her teeth and tell him to stop waiting and to turn away. It would be easy to pretend to be a wolf when she is nothing but a little girl. There is strength and bravery in submitting. Even wolves do it at times, she tells herself, calming the tempest that had slowly risen within her. There is so much that seems like weakness but is truly strength and right now, right now, she wants to be strong and weak all at once.
“I want to do it,” she says the word slowly, tasting each word, allowing herself to feel the weight of them upon her tongue. The words do not taste of weakness, they taste of hope.
Jon smiles a slow and bright thing that makes something warm burst within her chest. He goes to tilt her head as he wets his fingers in paint but she stops him, breathing in the air and breathing in the hope. Let me be brave. Let me be brave, she repeats the word as a mantra. Jon’s eyes do not leave her own and something in her chest loosens a little in the face of his kindness and patience and gentleness. The prayer must be heard by the gods themselves or perhaps it is the sight of Jon, filling her with more warmth and hope than a man has any right to give. She bares her neck before him, his gentle eyes in her mind. Bravery. Is the word that she remembers, long after he has painted her neck and face, long after the paint has dried and the quiet after the festival. Bravery and his eyes.
Written for Royai Week 2015. This is the last of my one-shots. Maybe one day I’ll write the remaining ones for the other RW prompts, but it’s not in my plans for now. I might change some of these titles though because some are really terrible and I just called them by the prompts.
It was the last weekend in Central before Edward and Alphonse
returned to Resembool. Besides, the newly promoted Brigadier General
Mustang, now that he finally had his old team of subordinates back,
would be heading for Ishval in a matter of days. Everyone had agreed on
meeting at Roy’s apartment tonight, for one last gathering before they
went their separate ways.
Dinner went smoothly: jokes, sarcastic
remarks, anecdotes, a few insults that caused no harm, praise for
accomplishments and offers of help and support in the future if needed.
she drank her coffee, Riza looked over the cup and watched the Elric
brothers. Edward was enthusiastically eating a piece of cake, but
Alphonse looked distracted; he rubbed one of his eyes and turned his
head to the opposite side of his brother. He may have hidden it from
Edward, but Riza noticed the yawn.
When Breda made a pause on his retelling of a story of his academy days, Riza used the moment to interrupt.
The blonde boy looked at her, along with everyone else at the table.
“You seem tired. Do you want me to drive you back to your dorm?”
turned to his younger brother immediately and frowned. “Al, why didn’t
you tell me?” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s head back.”
shook his head. “No, no. I’m fine, brother!” He grinned so widely that
his eyes were closed when he spoke. “You’re having a good time; I don’t
want you to miss it just because I’m a little tired.”
Riza smiled sweetly. “I can take you, Al, and Edward can join you later.”
who was sitting next to Riza and a little too close, touched her arm.
“No need for you to leave, Lieutenant.” He turned his attention to the
boy. “Alphonse, take my bed. Whether you wake up in an hour or stay
until morning, I won’t mind. We’ll probably stay up all night.”
Alphonse stared at Edward. “What do you say, brother?”
Edward shrugged. “It’s alright by me if you want to, Al. But if you want to leave, I’ll go with you.”
He shook his head again. “Uh-uh.” Then, he said to Roy, “Well, if it’s no bother…”
“Of course not,” Roy answered amiably.
Riza stood up. “Come on, Al. I’ll show you to his room.”
With help from Edward, Alphonse stood up and used his cane to walk behind Riza. “Thanks, Lieutenant,” he said.
The two of them left the dining room and, while Riza helped Al to bed, the men continued talking.
“And so Rebecca and I are going to be officially dating when we come back from Ishval,” Havoc said proudly.
brushed a side of his hair with his fingers and groaned with
frustration. “Seriously, you said that like five times already. Don’t
you have anything new to share?”
Havoc gasped, and then lit a
cigarette as he replied, “Well, excuse me for being happy. You’re just
jealous you don’t have a girlfriend.” He put the cigarette in his mouth.
Fuery lifted an eyebrow. “But he does have one.” He turned to Ed and asked, “Aren’t you and Miss Rockbell together?”
startled and blushed furiously. “What?! No, no, no!” He stood up and
shook his arms in the air, crossing and uncrossing them at high speed.
“We’re just friends! I don’t like her like that!”
Roy chuckled. “You should tell that to your face, you know?”
sat back down, clearly ashamed and agitated. “Of course I’m going to
blush if you’re going to suggest something like that about my childhood
friend!” He sighed. “At least I’m better than someone who dates
different women all the time with no shame.”
Roy leaned over the table and smirked. “You wish you could date such beautiful women.”
rolled his eyes. “I don’t care about that. But one day, you’re going to
actually love someone other than yourself and she will probably hate
that attitude of yours.”
Roy relaxed in his seat and crossed his
arms over his chest. Quietly, he said, “That’s some curious word you
used there, Fullmetal. Do you honestly think I don’t love anyone?”
Edward blinked with confusion and lifted his chin. “What, you do?”
Very quietly, Fuery said, “Ed, don’t.”
Breda busied himself with another big piece of cake.
Havoc lit another cigarette.
Roy pursed his lips. “I’m surprised you ask, Edward. Everyone else here knows the answer to that, as you can see.”
Edward looked at the men. They were all nodding except for Fuery, who was wiping tears from his face.
Roy took a deep breath before speaking. “There is, in fact, one woman I love, Edward. I love her more than my own life, too.”
Edward listened with great interest, having not expected any reply of the sort.
“Tell you more,” Roy continued.
“Boss!” Havoc interrupted.
Roy ignored him. “She’s the only woman in this house right now.”
Riza sat down next to Roy.
watched the scene agape. Aware of all the eyes on her, Riza simply took
back her cup of coffee and drank the beverage again.
She made a face of disgust and left the cup on the table. “It’s cold.”
Edward gulped. “Uh, Lieutenant…?”
She looked at him. “Yes?”
He sighed. “I’m sorry. I asked Mustang about it. I don’t think he would have wanted you to hear—”
“Don’t worry, Ed. I already knew.”
She smiled at Ed and nodded.
“Did… did he tell you?” he dared to ask.
Riza looked at Roy, her expression getting even softer, warmer. “It isn’t hard to see.”
stared dumbfounded at the pair. The silence lasted for a whole minute.
Roy was lost in Riza’s eyes; his expression serene and full of
tenderness. It was obvious that he was totally in love with the woman at
his side. Ed mentally kicked himself for not having noticed it earlier.
The awkwardness grew as the seconds passed, and Ed felt like just standing up, waking up his brother and getting out of there.
“Do you want to know, Ed?”
The older Elric looked at the person who talked to him. Riza was patiently waiting for a reply.
“If I love the General.”
started to sweat and talked nervously. “No, no, it’s none of my
business, really. I mean, unless you want to tell me, but I’m not
asking; not at all.”
“I do,” Riza said. “I do love him.”
had a lit cigarette in each hand. Fuery was weeping, failing miserably
at trying to dry his cheeks with a handkerchief. Falman was reading a
magazine he found nearby, and Breda served himself the last piece of
Edward was speechless. He didn’t understand. How had he missed this for so long?
“But…” he said. “You’re not dating, are you?”
course not,” Roy replied. “It is one thing to have this feeling for
each other, but it’s against the military rules to act on it.”
Ed looked down. “So you can’t be together, even if you want to,” he concluded.
“Right,” Riza said.
He frowned sadly. “I’m sorry.”
She showed him a wry smile. “It’s alright, Ed. This is the life we chose.”
Edward was about to say something else, but Riza continued.
please,” she said, “do not talk about this to anyone. Our careers are
at stake. This is very important, Edward.” Her tone got even more
serious. “We’re trusting you with this information.”
knowing better than thinking of ruining Roy’s and Riza’s lives with a
simple slip of his tongue. “I promise I won’t tell.” He frowned. “But
what about Al?”
Riza smiled. “You can tell your brother, Ed. But no one else, please.”
“You have my word, Lieutenant.”
enough, the topic of conversation changed, and everyone else became
talkative again. When it was time to leave, Edward went to the bedroom
and woke up his brother. Falman and Fuery had left minutes ago, and
Havoc would take Breda and the Elric brothers to their dorms. Riza said
she would stay a little longer, just to help Roy tidy up the place.
the time they were back and got ready for sleep, Edward had told
Alphonse everything he missed at the table. The younger brother was
happy to hear about Roy and Riza, and he couldn’t keep his grin off of
his face as he changed clothes.
“Hey, Al,” Edward said. He was
helping Al to lie down on his bed. “I know it’s great that Mustang and
Hawkeye know that they love each other and all that, but there isn’t
much to be happy about. They can’t be together after all.”
smiled. “I’m sorry, brother. You’re right. It’s just that…” He turned
off the lamp on his bedside table. “Something weird happened when I went
to sleep to the General’s room. I told the Lieutenant that the mattress
was amazing; hard enough to help me keep a good posture, but still soft
enough to be very comfortable.”
Ed got into his bed and lifted an eyebrow. “What’s so weird about that?”
Alphonse closed his eyes. “That the Lieutenant smiled at me and said, believe me Alphonse, I know.”