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Alright, you reply as you’re led through the threshold, but one more question, <span class="mu-i">dad</span>...
He doesn’t look up from his notes, but he <span class="mu-i">does</span> stop scribbling.
Seeing your chance, you finish your thought articulately as you can… why is he a cop, exactly? Why is he allowed to be a hero and you aren’t, huh?
Placing his pen back in his jacket pocket with a drawn-out sigh, your father stares down the two guards not sure if they should be escorting you out or not.
“Go outside and powder your noses.”
Departing with confused looks on their faces, the officer’s departure earns a boisterous laugh out of your dad’s partner!
“Mack,” he adds in the same calm voice, “You too.”
“You… you sure, Ca-”
“<span class="mu-i">Now</span>.”
Begrudgingly making his way out, the portly detective gives you one last glance before shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone with your loving father.
“I’m a cop because it’s my <span class="mu-i">job</span>, Diesel.” He begins as if explaining it to a toddler. “I have trained for this job. I have sacrificed for this job. I have <span class="mu-i">bled</span> for this job.” Pushing his notebook aside, the detective’s gaze lies solely on you.
“Unlike you, I stay in my lane. I do what’s expected of me and at the end of the day I go home to your mother alive and well because I don’t hold grudges. I don’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, and when I <span class="mu-i">DO</span> overstep my bounds, I step right back the fuck in before anyone notices.”
“<span class="mu-i">Your</span> job, boy, is to deliver pizza… and stay out of trouble. I couldn’t give less of a shit about the former, but the latter I have my concerns about.”
Does he think you <span class="mu-i">asked</span> to fight for your life all night? It’s not like you get off on this shit-
“I never told you you couldn’t be a <span class="mu-i">hero</span>, Diesel.” He interjects as he raises a gloved hand motioning for you to be quiet, “I told you to stop looking for giants to topple–to stop making goddamn <span class="mu-i">waves</span>.”
Done, you growl–you’ll cancel the fucking ticker-tape parade, okay? Now can he quit being a dick and let Pepper go already?
The detective shakes his head. “You know what the problem is with heroes, Diesel? They never last that long.” He raises an eyebrow as he thumbs to a page of his notebook. “Not without someone watching their back, anyways.”
Yea, yea, you sigh, he’s made it <span class="mu-i">very</span> clear how many favors he’s had to call ever since you saved that girl a few years ago–it’s his favorite goddamn subject!
>CONTD.
