If anyone is reading, just wanted to say now that this covers a bit of Marvel movies in Lion King form. But it'll be different for most parts of the story than the movies.

Betrayed

"Brother this will be hilarious!" Kopa exclaimed gleefully.

Jesús giggled, a smirk appearing on his young face."Yes, father will be so confused! Imagine his face when a warthog interrupts his meeting!"

The young princes were planning a joke to play on their father. He had a council meeting in the afternoon, and the mischievous boys were going to let one of the wild pigs in.

It was unusual for Kopa to join in Jesús' pranks, but the younger prince was thrilled his older brother was taking an interest in his joke.

"Okay I'll get the pig, Kopa, all you need to do is let it in!"

"Yes, brother!"

Jesús waited by the stoned slope. His father was in the meeting now. Come on Kopa, he thought impatiently, damn you hurry up!

He listened carefully. What was that? He could swear that was Kopa's voice, but it was coming from inside the cave. Suddenly the the sound of paws reached the red-brown cub's ears, and there stood Simba, with Kopa lurking behind him.

"Jesús! Kopa has told me all about your little plan! Return that pig to the field, and get in the cave! Right now! I'll deal with you later!"

Kopa smirked at his younger brother. There was no way he'd ever part take in his brother's stupid games. Jesús' heart sank, betrayal hitting him like claws to the gut. His face crumpled.

"Traitor!" he shouted, running away, leaving the pig standing in the rocky stairs.

Oink.

~O~

Confident

"Jesús, you cannot pursue hunting!" Simba said, shaking his head. Why ever his young son would want to take on such a...a meaningless art was beyond him.

"But father please, I-"

"Jesús! You are a prince! Not a princess!"

Jesús' young face fell."Is that your reason? Because you think hunting is for females? Father, would you say battles and spar-training is just for males?"

"Well...yes, males should be training in-"

"JESSICA, FATHER! Jessica is training in battle and warfare! As we speak she is sparring with Kopa and his friends! If she can be a warrior, why can I not be a hunter!?"

Kiara spoke up for her youngest son."Simba dear, maybe you should reconsider, Jesús is perfectly capable of studying hu-"

"No! My son will not prance around casting trick and what not like a little girl!"

Jesús took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment."Father," he announced confidently, "I will pursue hunting, be it against your wishes. I will also train in combat, but know this, I will not enjoy it as the others seem to. Mother will you be my tutor?"

Kiara smiled at the young cub."Yes, Jesús, of course I will."

Simba humphed."Fine then. Jesús my son, you will study the hunting arts, but so long as you do, you will never be considered for the throne of the Pride Lands."

~O~

Anger

It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! Why was he always compared to Kopa!? He was not Kopa, and never would be. He and his brother were polar opposites!

"Kopa" this and "Kopa" that! It was sickening, the pride and the animals always singing Kopa's praises and practically licking his paws!

Jesús has had enough! Just because he was a hunter, not a warrior, it didn't mean he wasn't as capable as Kopa!

Jesús growled. Just thinking about the Pride Lands' "special" prince infuriated him. He didn't hate his brother but ARGH!

Jesús let his small claws out, and began to strike the wall, his father's words ringing in his ears.

"Why can't you be more like Kopa?"

"Hunting is a lioness' art, Jesús! Go spar with your brother, maybe he will teach you something!"

"My son Kopa! A magnificent warrior!"

"My wonderful son Kopa!"

"Have you met my son Kopa? Future king!"

Jesús gritted his teeth, his paws stinging as blood welled up. The wall was crumbling away beneath his claws something he sometimes wishes would happen to Kopa. A single tear of anger rolled down his red-brown face.