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Post-Apocalypse, for Peter
Sep. 8th, 2021 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
worthallthisFinding a helicopter hadn't been hard. It was getting to it that had been hard. And then getting it started. And then staring for an hour as he flew out across the ocean (hoping he had enough fuel to get to land again) at the bite on his arm and waiting to change (hoping he crashed in the ocean).
And stubbornly not changing. For another hour. And another hour. Still flying, still feeling like himself, still feeling absolutely no hankering for tasty brains. Either his serum is different enough from Steve's to keep the infection at bay (which hurts to think), there's something about being fried directly in the brain every few days that makes a brain-attacking virus unable to work (which has its own implications), or maybe zombies don't realize they feel a hankering for tasty brains until they run into someone with one?
He doesn't crash in the ocean. He does continue to fly through the morning, heading back to Wakanda. Back home, in a way. Helicopters are much slower than quinjets. Maybe Peter and T'Challa are already there, already setting up their tech. Ayo will be there, guarding their backs. Maybe they've already done it, and that's why he feels just fine. Maybe the world is safe now.
Every now and then he tries a radio frequency, the one he and the other survivors used to use. "Barnes incoming. Anyone listening. Over."
And stubbornly not changing. For another hour. And another hour. Still flying, still feeling like himself, still feeling absolutely no hankering for tasty brains. Either his serum is different enough from Steve's to keep the infection at bay (which hurts to think), there's something about being fried directly in the brain every few days that makes a brain-attacking virus unable to work (which has its own implications), or maybe zombies don't realize they feel a hankering for tasty brains until they run into someone with one?
He doesn't crash in the ocean. He does continue to fly through the morning, heading back to Wakanda. Back home, in a way. Helicopters are much slower than quinjets. Maybe Peter and T'Challa are already there, already setting up their tech. Ayo will be there, guarding their backs. Maybe they've already done it, and that's why he feels just fine. Maybe the world is safe now.
Every now and then he tries a radio frequency, the one he and the other survivors used to use. "Barnes incoming. Anyone listening. Over."
