Is He Too Trusting?

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Yugioh 5D's/Iron Man crossover
Summary: Iron Man finds Jack after so many years...
Word Count: 790
Rating: Gen
Notes: shipping optional (about as much as the show let's be honest)

 

         Jack doesn’t react when he hears a knocking on his balcony.  With how high he is up, most people wouldn’t have been able to get up there, and with the security Goodwin’s placed, not for long, but of course the Iron Man—Yusei—can just dance around any measures they’ve put in place.  “I didn’t think they cared about knocking in the Satellite,” he calls out, going to get two glasses and pouring a little alcohol.  He hears rather than sees the door open.
         “You know I’ve always been different.”  His voice sounds different, but he’s probably using some kind of tech to cover it up.  His footsteps clomp, and that’s a change.
         “Drink?” he offers, not daring to look up.
         The filter does well covering it up, but he hears just the slightest hint of confusion.  “I’m good, Jack.  That’s not why I’m here.”
         “Fair enough,” he agrees, and knocks back first his own glass and then Yusei’s.  It’s probably a mistake, from how his head swims, but at least he’s sitting on one of the stools at his counter.  “I’ll guess you already took care of the cameras?”
         “EMP.”  Yusei’s definitely confused, now, but then, he’d been expecting to come and find Atlas gloating about the change in their stations, not…whatever’s happening now.
         To be fair, the blond thinks he was more than a little already on his way to being drunk before the hero even showed up.  “What’s wrong?’
         “’m not you,” he points out, like it’s some sort of answer, and rests his head on the table.  He’d been expecting Yusei earlier, to be honest, but then the Satellite had to go and be late, and with one thing and another it’d been a bad week.
         He starts, slightly, as an armored hand comes to rest on his shoulder and he accidentally looks up to see concerned blue eyes staring at his face.  “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
         “What’s wrong is that you’re too good!” Jack snarls, pushing his old friend away.  He nearly falls off the stool.  To be fair, he’d thought he was a lot more sober than he obviously was.  “You came for revenge, and you see something’s wrong and the next thing you’re trying to fix me!”
         “I never stopped caring,” Yusei sighs, leaning back in again.  “I just thought you did.”
         Jack can’t help but flinch when Yusei touches the bruise.  Something he’s sure the other notices.  “It was s’posed t’ be us both,” he mumbles, barely audible.
         Yusei reaches over and plays with one of his braids.  It’s surprising how gentle the gauntlet can be.  “You wanted me here, too?” he asks.
         It’s then that Jack notices the Facility tattoo.  He probably blocks it, or redirects it, or something, but the blond would really have appreciated it if someone actually mentioned that before now.  Then again, he’s starting to get the idea that no one actually told him as much as they’d said they told him, or as much as he’d expected.  He reaches forward and traces it, and Yusei doesn’t even flinch.  “’m Goodwin’s now.”
         “Jack, you need to be a little clearer.”  Patient.  One of the things about him that was so attractive, but oh-so-annoying.
         “All ‘f this, yours an’ mine.”  He waves a hand vaguely at his kitchen and the windows.
         “You made a deal.  I was supposed to be a part of it.  Now Goodwin knows the truth about you, which he can use to blackmail you as well as the threat of kicking you out of your new digs and back to the Satellite.  How am I doing so far?” Yusei asks, still utterly calm.
         Jack’s hands clench.  He’d tried to avoid having masters, and now he’s nothing but Goodwin’s little lapdog, the illusion of autonomy that much of a lie.
         The next words contain repressed danger, and Jack glances up to see the Iron Man’s jaw muscles twitch like it’s all he can do to keep himself from grinding his teeth together.  “All right.  I’ll do what I can to help, and you know I’m more than capable of the impossible.”  He’s smirking, and then he kisses the top of that blond head of hair, before the Iron Man is out the balcony like he was never there.  The door’s still open, or Jack would’ve thought this was all a hallucination.
         Jack rubs the cut on his cheek barely covered with the makeup.  Mina’ll throw a fit later, that’s for sure, he thinks and manages to drag himself to the couch to sleep off the alcohol, only managing to set an alarm to wake himself up in case Mina doesn’t to make sure he’s still alive later on.