" It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."
- Frederick Douglass
(Five Days Later: Paris, France)
In the early evening hours, Carol and Amnon spent preparing and cooking dinner in the kitchen. The ancient blue skinned man was peacefully meditating and hovering above the living room floor where he remained. Suddenly, he got distracted by the attractive aroma of food from the kitchen coming to his nose. Methu-Selah continued smelling and smiling when his stomach loudly gurgled. Slowly opening his right eye with his left eye closed, the Kree Eternal paused his levitating meditation, carefully descended on the floor, and managed to stand up. Peeking from the kitchen doorway, he saw and heard the mother and son conversing and busying themselves for their meal.
" Gladly, it wasn't a mistake to reunite with my son, " Methu-Selah thought as he smiled and sighed in relief.
He didn't want to interfere with their kitchen business when he sat down on the sofa and picked up a French lifestyle and household magazine from several decades ago. Browsing its pages, Methu-Selah caught his attention, saw an image of the father and son, and intently read a parenting article which he became interested in. He was skimming the words and understanding of how to become a loving and responsible father to a child. Then, he looked with concern at Amnon from a distance.
" I have to make up for my missing years with him before my time is up, " he anxiously thought and sighed. " I wish to tell Amnon that I am his real father and let him know that he is my son all throughout. I am afraid he might get mad at me. I'd better take it slowly by implying to him how it is like to be his father. Perhaps, this will make him feel better than before. I hope he will understand. "
Suddenly, the young blonde pink Kree carefully held a bowl of salad and took it to the dinner table. Amnon noticed his blue skinned father and smiled.
" You hungry, master? " the young Kree man curiously asked, after placing the bowl on the table.
" Yes, that wondrous smell of food had attracted my senses, " Methu-Selah replied and smiled back, placing his magazine on his lap. " I assume it will be very delicious and scrumptious since you and your mother have prepared. "
" Well, you'd better prepare to satisfy your appetite with cosmic proportions! " Amnon joked and chuckled at his father.
" Heh, really?! I would definitely ingest more! "
The Kree Eternal left the magazine on the table and stood up when he helped his family to set the table for dinner. Moments later, they were eating meals together and enjoying them. Methu-Selah, Carol, and Amnon carefully chewed and ingested some slices of lamb chops, pieces of salad, and a spoonful of mashed potatoes. The elderly blonde half-Kree woman planned to bring up a conversation to her family, composing her thoughts before speaking up. She finished intaking and drank her cold glass of water.
" So, I'm thinking of you are gonna have a boys' day out tomorrow, " she broke her silence.
" Well, Master told me of that a few days ago after my training and individual therapy sessions with Dr. Schnee, " Amnon replied. " I'm supposed to go along with Chandresh and Arnav tomorrow, but they're assigned to check on the survivors. "
" That's all right. Amnon deserves to have more time with me, " the Kree Eternal added. " I will have combat training with him. "
" So, you're gonna teach me more? "
" Exactly, son. I will be your trainer every Saturday. "
" Sounds great for the both of you, " Carol nodded and smiled back at the two men.
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Captain Marvel: My Mother (BOOK II)
Fiksi PenggemarAmnon Montmartre (Amnon-Selah) got abducted and enslaved by the Kree-Lizard forces while his mother Carol Danvers-Montmartre had to find a way in reuniting with him. Note: This fanfic is based from the rp which my friends made over a year ago with...