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Pain Tolerance

"Complaining to Kimball about a freakin' dislocated shoulder, Tucker? Really? She literally came and scolded me for it like I was a fuckin' kid. What are you, some tattle-tale or something that cries to mommy for a booboo?"

The teal soldier didn't even bother turning around to face the orange and gray mercenary. Instead, he remained facing the radioactive algae pond and rolled his eyes beneath his helmet. "Dude, would you shut it. I came here for peace and quiet, not to hear you whine about being Kimball's dog. And it came up in conversation, nothing else, so chill."

Felix came and stood at Tucker's side, the two now facing each other in a silent challenge. For a moment, silence reigned between them before the cyan Captain turned and began walking away.

I don't have time for this shit. I've got things to do.

"Well that's good. Cause if you can't handle a dislocated shoulder, than you've got a pain tolerance of a new born kitten."

Tucker halted in his tracks and turned back to the gun-for-hire, who now stood with arms crossed and no doubt a smug smile on his lips. Narrowing icy blue eyes in his direction, Tucker felt irritation crawl up his skin. This guy had a way of just grating at his nerves, and not the way Wash did. No, Wash was someone else entirely.

Here Felix stood, expressing even more doubts into Tucker's capabilities.

"I mean, there was once where I literally had to take out three guys with a broken wrist and only a knife."

Wow, this guy is just full of it.

Gritting his teeth, Tucker tilted his head. "Well that's too bad. Have you ever been shot by a laser canon and survived, or beat up by a freelancer chick who could lift an entire weapons crate? Been in such an explosion, time itself shifted? Or punched by the Meta?"

With every sentence, the cyan clad Captain took a step closer to the mercenary till they were eye to eye and toe to toe. Felix remained rigid and unmoved, arms folded over his chest until Tucker pulled out his last card he knew would pull him ahead.

" Have you ever been in labor, Felix?"

All smugness dropped from the mercenary at once, his arms flopping to his sides as his helmet stayed and peered directly at Tucker, who now held a satisfied smirk.

"I had an alien leave me with a parasitic embryo and I gave birth to an alien baby. And let me tell you, it. Fuckin. Hurts."

After a genuine pause to let his words fully linger, Tucker pulled away from his advancement and began walking away, leaving a confused and slightly incredulous mercenary behind him.

"Wait...how's...is that even possible?"

"Dude, I got things to do. You know, soldiers to train, friends to save."