I’m scuttling my way through the shop, looking for a group of annoying kids who yet managed to snatch my iPod from my pocket. It’s kind of my fault for wearing tight jeans who don’t allow things like proper pocket space. Not that I use them for anything important anyway. Except for my fucking iPod. The only way for me to keep a relaxed facade is to cut the noise around.
Now that that’s gone, I feel like I could lose control of my temper any moment now. There’s a baby crying, a little boy screeching. Tons and tons of cart wheels squeaking. Where the fuck is my iPod? I’ve been looking around for an eternity.
During my researches, I accidentally bumped a kid. Barely any taller than four feet. I looked down at it through my mask and hoped a stare would be enough to make it go away and stop the wave of cussing and deprecating that was flowing through its mouth. I kind of hesitate on calling it a kid now- do kids these days talk like that?…
I started walking away without a word, it’s not like that was a big deal, however only five or six steps later I was pulled back by the collar around my neck. The kid’s father, maybe…I turned around to see the imposing figure towering over me. It’s not everyday I get to experience the thrill of people being taller than me, given that I’m about 6'1" and often seen wearing high heels.
I’ve been calm since the beginning of this adventure, but if this person decides to yell at me or force me to speak, I feel like I’m gonna lose it. I remained still and waited for them to speak and hopefully remove their hand from my accessory. However, all they did was point at the frustrated kid-looking teen I bumped in earlier.
to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –
u know how i know that Tony and Steve were never actually friends and Tony never understood Steve as Steve and only ever knew Cap?
bc at the end when he was all “u don’t deserve that shield, it doesn’t belong to you” he legit thought that being Cap was the most important thing to Steve, that hearing that would make him stop and hand Bucky over and reevaluate his stance. and then when Steve just sighed and dropped the shield and readjusted his grip on Bucky, the actual most important thing to him, and walked away, Tony was sat there like wasnt_expecting_that.mp3