They get five blocks from the motel and start taking semi-random turns until they get that one place with fried chicken everything, where Frank gets them both three sandwiches, each a thing of fries, and a large coke for him, icewater for Talking Trouble. If he's anything like regular Trouble, he gets sugar-high, and Frank doesn't want to deal with that with this poor crazy bastard.
Frank thinks over what to do next as he gets to a safehouse, changing routes frequently. He can't leave Talking Trouble with the Avengers. God only knew what they would do with someone like him. Probably throw him in jail for defending himself against those guys in the motel, and Frank knew that people as conditioned to be submissive as Talking Trouble ended up dead in jail fast.
He sighed to himself, got to the safehouse, and got them both inside fast. Then he put the food on the kitchen table, sat down, and ate quickly.
Talking Trouble hadn't touched the food and was sitting up on his knees next to the table, looking expectant.
Frank resisted the urge to scream, and said instead, "Why don't you eat up, kid, you look hungry."
Talking Trouble smiled and fluidly reached over for the food Frank had piled at his place, said, "Thank you, master," and started to eat in some strange way; Frank stared at him, trying to decode it. He took very small bites and chewed with his mouth shut, eating almost silently, and licking his fingers ostentatiously after every six bites.
Frank realized he was trying to be seductive and almost recoiled in horror. He absolutely would never fuck somebody as completely and utterly brainwashed as Talking Trouble, someone who could never, ever do anything but perform whatever he thought Frank wanted. The idea made him lose his appetite.
Instead he started cleaning his gun and the knife, and after Talking Trouble had eaten (which was surprisingly quick for such a performative, deliberate eater) and drunk everything, looking annoyed at the grease, he said, "Is there anything I can help you with, master?"
Frank took ahold of his temper again and said, "Tell me about this Stick guy more, I need to see if he exists in this world too, and how to find him if he ever comes to New York. And then later we'll get some surveillance done on those assholes who sent someone after T--the other version of you in this world."
Talking Trouble nodded, and gave him a very detailed description. Not a whole lot of what Stick looked like, but that was kind of to be expected, with a blind guy.
Then after that they went out again--Frank wasn't leaving behind Talking Trouble at a potentially compromised safehouse now that he knew Szarek's sending guys after him.
Minifill, Why Frank didn't kill Opposite, pt 4/4
Frank thinks over what to do next as he gets to a safehouse, changing routes frequently. He can't leave Talking Trouble with the Avengers. God only knew what they would do with someone like him. Probably throw him in jail for defending himself against those guys in the motel, and Frank knew that people as conditioned to be submissive as Talking Trouble ended up dead in jail fast.
He sighed to himself, got to the safehouse, and got them both inside fast. Then he put the food on the kitchen table, sat down, and ate quickly.
Talking Trouble hadn't touched the food and was sitting up on his knees next to the table, looking expectant.
Frank resisted the urge to scream, and said instead, "Why don't you eat up, kid, you look hungry."
Talking Trouble smiled and fluidly reached over for the food Frank had piled at his place, said, "Thank you, master," and started to eat in some strange way; Frank stared at him, trying to decode it. He took very small bites and chewed with his mouth shut, eating almost silently, and licking his fingers ostentatiously after every six bites.
Frank realized he was trying to be seductive and almost recoiled in horror. He absolutely would never fuck somebody as completely and utterly brainwashed as Talking Trouble, someone who could never, ever do anything but perform whatever he thought Frank wanted. The idea made him lose his appetite.
Instead he started cleaning his gun and the knife, and after Talking Trouble had eaten (which was surprisingly quick for such a performative, deliberate eater) and drunk everything, looking annoyed at the grease, he said, "Is there anything I can help you with, master?"
Frank took ahold of his temper again and said, "Tell me about this Stick guy more, I need to see if he exists in this world too, and how to find him if he ever comes to New York. And then later we'll get some surveillance done on those assholes who sent someone after T--the other version of you in this world."
Talking Trouble nodded, and gave him a very detailed description. Not a whole lot of what Stick looked like, but that was kind of to be expected, with a blind guy.
Then after that they went out again--Frank wasn't leaving behind Talking Trouble at a potentially compromised safehouse now that he knew Szarek's sending guys after him.
And that's when the Avengers show up.