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Title: Staring At The Sea
Fandom: Justice League
Rating: G
Characters: Rocket Red and Animal Man (Dimitri Pushkin and Buddy Baker)
Summary: How to waste millions of dollars.
Notes: These guys had the best bromance, I miss them. ;;
“Relax, Buddy,” Dimitri murmurs, resting a cautious hand on Animal Man’s arm. “Is okay. You are safe.” He seems almost hesitant to touch Buddy, who is still staring blankly out at the ocean, his shoulders quivering ever so slightly.
This sort of situation isn’t exactly within Dimitri’s area of expertise, after all, what do you say to a man who’s just had to regrow all of his limbs? If he says anything in Russian, he knows Buddy won’t understand; but equally, if he says anything in English, he’ll only sound stupid.
“Dimitri,” Buddy croaks, and immediately the Rocket Red is alert. “You saved my life.”
“Was nothing... I just found starfish... I thought that maybe, it grows back limbs, yes?” He mumbles, face looking sheepish.
Buddy doesn’t say anything for a long while, and then he frowns, before his face becomes a mask of utter horror.
“Shit, did you go in in your suit?” He blinks at the pile of soaking wet machinery which was, up until about twenty minutes ago, Rocket Red’s armour.
“Was quicker!” Dimitri protests. “Your suit is ruined also.”
“My pleather jacket and spandex number? I have another two at least - that armour must have cost millions!” Animal Man moans, an anguished wail in his voice as he points accusingly at the pile of wet metal now rusting quietly.
“Buddy. Buddy, stop,” Dimitri grabs his arm desperately. “I tell them it was broken in spirit of comradeship - people are more important than things in USSR.”
That’s the thing about Dimitri: He honestly believes in his country, in the ideals it stands for. Buddy thinks that maybe if all of the comrades behaved like Dimitri, then maybe the USSR would work. There’s no way he can say that to a Rocket Red though, the guy’s the defender of communism.
“I’m still sorry,” He murmurs instead, glancing up reproachfully. Dimitri waves a dismissive hand and makes a noise in his throat before settling down beside Buddy on the sand. He wrings out his wet socks, and lays them down beside the rather innocuous looking starfish and the pile of salt water filled, million dollar armour.
They sit in their boxer shorts, staring out at the sea.
“I think sitting in our underwear will take little more explaining. Especially to understanding wives.”
“I think Ellen’ll just be glad it’s you and not a supermodel.”
Fandom: Justice League
Rating: G
Characters: Rocket Red and Animal Man (Dimitri Pushkin and Buddy Baker)
Summary: How to waste millions of dollars.
Notes: These guys had the best bromance, I miss them. ;;
“Relax, Buddy,” Dimitri murmurs, resting a cautious hand on Animal Man’s arm. “Is okay. You are safe.” He seems almost hesitant to touch Buddy, who is still staring blankly out at the ocean, his shoulders quivering ever so slightly.
This sort of situation isn’t exactly within Dimitri’s area of expertise, after all, what do you say to a man who’s just had to regrow all of his limbs? If he says anything in Russian, he knows Buddy won’t understand; but equally, if he says anything in English, he’ll only sound stupid.
“Dimitri,” Buddy croaks, and immediately the Rocket Red is alert. “You saved my life.”
“Was nothing... I just found starfish... I thought that maybe, it grows back limbs, yes?” He mumbles, face looking sheepish.
Buddy doesn’t say anything for a long while, and then he frowns, before his face becomes a mask of utter horror.
“Shit, did you go in in your suit?” He blinks at the pile of soaking wet machinery which was, up until about twenty minutes ago, Rocket Red’s armour.
“Was quicker!” Dimitri protests. “Your suit is ruined also.”
“My pleather jacket and spandex number? I have another two at least - that armour must have cost millions!” Animal Man moans, an anguished wail in his voice as he points accusingly at the pile of wet metal now rusting quietly.
“Buddy. Buddy, stop,” Dimitri grabs his arm desperately. “I tell them it was broken in spirit of comradeship - people are more important than things in USSR.”
That’s the thing about Dimitri: He honestly believes in his country, in the ideals it stands for. Buddy thinks that maybe if all of the comrades behaved like Dimitri, then maybe the USSR would work. There’s no way he can say that to a Rocket Red though, the guy’s the defender of communism.
“I’m still sorry,” He murmurs instead, glancing up reproachfully. Dimitri waves a dismissive hand and makes a noise in his throat before settling down beside Buddy on the sand. He wrings out his wet socks, and lays them down beside the rather innocuous looking starfish and the pile of salt water filled, million dollar armour.
They sit in their boxer shorts, staring out at the sea.
“I think sitting in our underwear will take little more explaining. Especially to understanding wives.”
“I think Ellen’ll just be glad it’s you and not a supermodel.”