Chapter five, OBSERVE [POV CHANGE]

A week had passed and I had allowed Wilson to start doing things. In the distance he had set up his little area.

The sun was hot against my back, sweat rolling down the curve of my forehead. It's warm, warmer than I was used to back home. As I wiped the sweat away from my face I couldn't help the feeling of physical tiredness creeping up into me.

I stretched, the popping sound of my joints was slightly satisfying. I looked to the area Wilson had set up shop, he was building something out of wood and stone. I decided to move over to him, his back faced me as I approached. Tinkering on.

The sound of stone on each other was foul. 'What a terrible sound' I thought bitterly, now looming over his shoulder, peering down at the contraption he was creating. Hollowed out log, stone mechanisms and gold. I stepped backward and coughed, watching him jump at the noise.

He turned almost immediately, his grey eyes shaking momentarily before crashing shut with a frustrated sigh. "Guh- could you noh-not sneak up on me like that?" his eyebrows were knitted together, his voice was slightly annoyed. His right arm was snug against his torso and his chest moved rapidly. I smiled, "I guess" was all I said as I sat down next to him, allowing the taller grass to surround the both of us, him visibly swallowing.

"I think we should chill for a moment, bud" I said, leaning back on the palms of my hands, looking up at the sky. The brilliant blue littered with the wisps of white. "You can't be serious" he sounded appalled, as if I offered something absurd.

"Dead serious" I hummed as I laid down on the cool grass, the sun warmed my face. The sky seemed familiar here even if it wasn't.

He huffed, returning to whatever he was creating. The scraping sound reminded me of Minneapolis. The vivid neon LED lights at night, the smell of the city. The sound of cars. Different smells, from food to oil. A fond smile rose to my face as I remembered my family. The large Victorian style home that stood proudly on one of the corners. Memories continued to roll in my head as I drowned out Wilson's noise.

Suddenly he stopped.

I listened to him stand, the sound of his pants rubbing together as he shuffled in place. I sat up, my eyes still closed. Reopening my eyes I saw the sight of his creation standing on three legs, puffing smoke as a wooden wheel turned. Wilson's hands were on his hips and he was standing taller than he had before.

He was definitely 6'3".

The curls of his hair bobbed slightly as he turned to me, his gaze meeting mine. A happy light shone behind silvery hues. A large, toothy smile played on his lips. I swallowed a wad of saliva as the pressure to respond grew on me.

"Looks-" I drew out the s as I thought about how to phrase the sentence, "cool- yeah, cool. But- uh- what is it?" I gestured to the machine. His expression dropped, "It's a science machine my dear!" he exclaimed, his lips tugging down slightly.

"Care to explain how it works then?"

His words blended together into a hush hum in my ears. Accent hitting hard, yet allowing the words to be smooth together. He was fond of his creation and it was evident in his voice, his expression as well. His mouth moved too quickly for me to keep up with him. Everything was blurred and I focused on him. He stood out in my vision like a sore thumb, minus the apaullingness.

He was still obviously malnourished, less than last week though. But it worked for him. The thin face looked like it was sculpted out of white marble. His sharp jaw and cheekbones were attractive, hollowness of his cheeks added to the thin look. Deep shadows accented his eyes. Those silver grey hues. They were still puffy from lack of sleep. It'll take him a while to recover from this but that didn't matter at the moment. His nose was thin, pointed downward but it didn't extend too far, dusted light pink at the tip. His eyes would flick back and forth from me to the machine and vice versa. Grey slates and dilated pupils.

"...if any of that makes any sense to you…" I felt myself jump as everything synced up. "I, uh, can't say that it does" I blinked, raising to my feet. "Thanks for the lesson though" I gave a weak smile and turned to the smokehouse.

Turning back I could make out the slight pout that I would get when a DC comics fan would get told off by a Marvel comic fan.