A/N: I really ought to be reading the short story I was assigned for my American Literature class, but the story made mention of the Greek god Atlas, and suddenly I had this idea, and I just couldn't focus on my homework until I'd written it. I honestly have no idea why I thought of this, and I'm not entirely sure what it even means, because it doesn't make all that much sense to me, but I just had to write it.
"Hey Murdock," Face lowered the book he was holding entitled 'The Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Greece' and grinned at his companion. "Imagine if we were Greek gods."
Murdock smiled and mulled over the idea for a moment. "I think I might be Zephyr," he said.
"The god of the west wind," Face nodded approvingly. "Good choice for a pilot. I could see myself as Dionysus."
"We could both be Dionysus, pal." Murdock replied deftly. "You could take care of the wine, parties, and festivals, and I could handle the madness and merriment."
Face stared at him, surprised, for half a second. Then they both burst into laughter.
"You might be Kreios." Face suggested, still laughing.
"Kreios?" Murdock looked confused.
"You're a natural-born leader who has a way with animals." Face explained. He flipped through his book, searching for another Greek god one of them might compare to.
"I think I might be Menoetius." He said softly. The silence that followed lasted a little too long, and too late Face realized he had actually said that out loud. Feeling Murdock's scrutinizing gaze on him, he averted his eyes and flipped quickly to the next page. "Or maybe Phanes." He looked up at Murdock with a forced grin.
"I think you might be a bit like Atlas." Murdock said quietly.
Face went immediately on the defensive. "Ah ah ah...you need to brush up on your mythology. Atlas held the sky on his shoulders, not the world."
"Still awful heavy." Murdock said.
Face closed his book and looked his friend in the eyes. "Murdock, I'll hold up the sky for as long as I have to, if it means you can fly."
