[2] Oh God Why (The Series): Chapter Two - Misunderstandings and Mistakes
Written by: Uncle Sam
Rushing in and infuriated, Nick Fury yelled full heartedly at the men running the vigilante attack operation. "What is happening to my force? How come all of the men I've sent down there so far haven't survived?"
The men grew awkwardly silent, not knowing how to respond to Nick. After a few seconds, one of the men spoke up. "Uh, well, you see, ou-our cameras have caught that whoever this terrorist is, h-he is using some invisible force to take our militia out. The tape shows that he, so far, hasn't removed his hands from his pockets at all. And our last man down there is Mr. Rogers."
"Hm. So you're tellin' me that this person is using some kind of magical invisible second hand?"
"Yes sir", the man uneasily replied to Fury. Nick pondered for a moment before changing to a completely plan. He was to land the airship that they were in and speak to whoever this person was. Perhaps it was all a simple misunderstanding, he thought.
Doing as they were told, the airship landed near where they had last spotted the stranger. Nick, along with several armed men protecting him, walked down from the ship. They looked around for a moment, not seeing Captain America or the stranger anywhere. Then, sitting up from the dirt and gravel emerged the Cap. Near the same time Captain America stood up from the dirt, so did Jotaro. Both of the men who stood about 40 yards from each other coughed the dirt and dust out of their lungs. Captain America wiped the blood from his jaw and picked up his shield that laid behind him.
"Don't attack him, Steve. How about some communication first?" Nick said to the Cap before turning to Jotaro.
The whole confrontation was resolved with Jotaro. Nick explained the entire misunderstanding that took place but Jotaro said that he had never taken out 30 men prior to the men that came with Steve Rogers. They came to the conclusion that the first ground force sent out must have fought someone else. Jotaro was welcomed aboard the ship as they searched for Jonathan.
Far away in a makeshift neighborhood, a grandfather and his tired grandson conversed in their garage. "We messed up *burp* this time, Morty. We *burp* we messed up big time" the grandfather said, burping every few seconds as he spoke.
"We? I-I didn't do anything, Rick. I've been asleep in my room. I haven't done anything", the prepubescent teen confusedly replied. "Oh shut up Morty. This isn't the *burp* this isn't the time for jokes. This is serious now, Morty. All the timelines are messed up now. We messed *burp* we messed 'em all up now. They're all together. All the timelines, worlds, universes and whatnot, Morty. It's all one now, Morty, and I don't think I can fix it."
"Oh Rick th-that actually sounds pretty cool. So that means like Superman and other people like that exist now?"
Rick replied to him as he continued working. "Yes Morty. Yes. Superman exists now. But so does cyborg Hitler and Darth Vader and evil alien races and multiple countries that want to start nuclear wars, Morty. What if hundreds of different Nazi Germanys and Mongol Empires team up, Morty? What happens then? We all *burp* die, Morty. We all die. So we really dropped the ball this time Morty. We dropped the ball for the whole multiverse."
Morty complained some more that he had nothing to do with it, and Rick ignored him. Rick loaded up some stuff in his small circular flying ship and hopped in, bringing Morty with him. He had packed his portal gun, two laser rifles, a few six packs of beer, his notebook, a few bottles of strange glowing liquids, and some small snacks. Rick took off into the night, flying high above the houses. Morty remained silent, as did Rick, as he thought about all the terrible things that could happen to him and his family. Morty stared out the window of the ship, staying loyal to the stone cold silence the remained between him and Rick. He was scared. How did he know his family was safe? How long could he and Rick be away? They could be gone for days, weeks, months, or even years. This was all to frightening to Morty. He has had enough terrible experiences with Rick and he didn't want another one. He has almost died multiple times and at one point he had to kill a version of himself. These trips with Rick had gotten too dangerous. He hated them immensely, but he's never had the courage to tell Rick. Morty fearfully pondered things for 30 more noiseless minutes before falling asleep in the passenger side of Rick's flying vehicle. Rick continued to fly the ship, staring ahead and taking sips of alcohol every moment or so.
