As It Should Pt. 2
AMAZON FOREST, 1938
After seeing nothing but gold, brown and orange for your entire life, this place was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You took a few minutes to fully absorb the stunning scenery that surrounded you.
Everything was alluring, especially the leaves on the trees. They were in varying shades of green: some were still budding, emerging a fresh, limey color into the summer, whilst the grown, flatly panned leaves were brushed a lush emerald under the overhead sun.
“Y/N, are you ok?” Mobius asked.
After you walked out the portal, Mobuis became fixated on you. He knew you’d appreciate the view. As he began watching you take in the scenery, he started to smile.
He was so used to the stone-cold features of B-15 or Z-43. Seeing someone actually take the time to appreciate what was around them made Mobius smile.
“I’m...”
You didn’t know how to respond. You always had to at notebooks and files your entire life, and now here you are, basking in the glory of sunlight.
“I’m more than okay. I’m amazing!”
While you began to step around the forest, Mobius seemed to begin exploring too.
While setting the temp-pad, Mobius seemed to make a mistake. He had a whole outing planed with you and him in New York in 1992 but somehow, you ended up in the Amazon rainforest, of all places.
While trying to fix the temp-pad, he began wondering around. The forest wasn’t his first choice of where to go but, since you had never seen anything outside the office, it couldn’t have been better.
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The trip was short-lived. One moment you’re enjoying the lush, green forestry and the next, you’re comforting Mobius, who’s doubling over in pain in his office while you’re trying to shake off pain.
You both may have been smart, but somehow, you both lacked common sense.
The TVA may have briefed you all about catching variants, but never warned you about the dangers of the locations you went to. There, you’d find the real dangers, including venomous snakes and thorn flowers.
Now, there you were; washing the puncture wound, caused by a Coral-head snake, on your boss’s lower leg, whilst you were still bleeding. You may have been hurting but, your boss was your number one priority.
“Here now.” you said.
You began to dip a towel in warm water. While you began to rinse out the bloodied towel, Mobius began to try and clean your injuries. “Oh, don’t do that.” You say, lightly slapping his hand away. While you were touched by his attempt to take care of you, your number 1 priority was your boss. And who would have guessed, that he felt the same way about you.
As you continued to tend to his wounds, you both started to notice that the tension in the room began to thicken. This wasn't a great situation yet, it brought you both closer together. This was the first time either one of you have seen the other vulnerable. Mobius never showed his true emotions around you. He felt as there was no need to burden you with his own emotions when you had your own. However, you had no feelings most the time. It was constantly work, work, work. The only time you felt anything was when Mobius was around. As you both began to become lost in thought, you decided to speak, trying to alleviate the tension in the room.
“You’ve gone to Pompeii, Ragnarök and multiple other multiple apocalypses, and you didn’t know to stay away from brightly colored animals?” You said in a joking tone, hoping he would catch the hint. You wanted to make sure he knew that you weren't mad.
Thankfully, he picked up your sarcasm. “He was pretty! What was I supposed to do, bunny?”
Your face became as red as the bloodied towel that you had now, put back into the water. You had to respond quick, as to not raise suspicion or give Mobius satisfaction that he made you blush. “Bunny? That’s new.” You quietly chuckled. “Now, be careful on that leg. It’s all bandaged up, but it still might sting.”
Mobius moved his leg from his desk. “I hope this isn't going to put me out of work.” He laughed, making your stomach cartwheel. “I hope not, either. You’re the only reason I have work, so you can't leave!”
As you begin packing up and walking out the door, Mobius whistled at you. “Where do you think you're going?“
You didn't understand what he was upset about, but you paused in your tracks. “I'm going to put this medical stuff up and continue back to my work. If that's okay with you.” You said. At this point, you were not asking. You were telling.
“Come back here and sit down.” He said in a stern voice. Normally, you would not let anyone talk to you in that sort of tone but, he was an exception.
You were slightly scared but, you had no other choice. As you walked back to his desk, he
motioned for you to sit in his chair.
“Let me see that kit,’ motioning to the first aid kit, “You took care of me. Now, it's my turn to take care of you “
And there you were, sitting in an office chair, while your boss (who you had a new founded love for) tended to your own wounds. It’s not everyday you can say that your crush made your legs shake, but this was the day you could. Not because of anything sexual. This was simply because Mobius didn't really know what he was doing. He poured peroxide on your leg and began rubbing in Neosporin. You could tell he really wanted to help, so there was no way you were going to correct him. He looked so pleased with himself that all you could say was, “Thank you. My leg should be back AS IT SHOULD be.”