Captain Marvel: My Mother (BOOK II)

Chapter 83

TRIGGER WARNING :

This chapter contains written depictions of violence and murder which some readers may find it disturbing.

It is intended for mature readers. Reader's discretion is advised.

" We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it."

- Rick Warren

(MONTMARTRE RESIDENCE, Underground Triskelion Unit 302: 8:35 AM)

The alarm clock had loudly rung on the pink skinned Kree's right ear. Amnon grumblingly moaned and frowned when he slapped and turned it off. He slowly opened his eyes and felt nauseous after his happy hours with a fellow Kree. He stretched his arms and widened his mouth like a lion in yawning. He ended up in his briefs and covered himself in his blanket.

What on Hala had he done?! He could barely remember he had undressed himself after his parents left him in his room all by himself. He turned around, found no one sleeping with him, and sighed in relief. He slowly stood up, but he got stumbled down onto the floor and accidentally bumped himself.

" Ow..." the clumsy half naked Kree man mumbled in pain and heard the door knocking.

" Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre, we have been waiting for you! It's already noontime! Wake up, sleepy head! " his mother's loud voice echoed. " Hurry up! We'll be leaving DC to New York in the late evening! We can't miss the flight! "

" Mom, it's just only 8:35 in the morning! I'm not yet dressed up! "

" No, buts! You can't miss your breakfast! "

Amnon exasperatedly sighed and had no choice, but to follow his mother's response. The hangover had diverted his thoughts and slapped his face to regain his senses. He took out his pair of khakis and a white t-shirt with a red and blue thunderbolt emblem, labelling The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. He headed himself into the shower and started refreshing himself. Moments later, he stepped out of the bathroom and dressed up, but his well-built frame was noticeable. He sighed, thought of packing up very soon, and left his room.

Going into the dining and kitchen area, he noticed his parents had finished packing up. The Kree Eternal Methu-Selah sat down, sipped his cup of tea, and held a magazine from the early twenty-first century. Amnon smiled and sat down beside his father as the ancient blue Kree gently messed up his son's short golden wavy locks.

" Morning there, my boy! " Methu-Selah smirked and happily greeted him.

" Dad, what on Hala are you doing to my hair! " Amnon chuckled.

" Just messing around with you, son! Why don't you start eating your breakfast? "

The pink Kree got embarrassed and heard his stomach grumbling. Then, he nervously laughed at his father.

" Hungry, Amnon-Selah? "

" You don't have to tell me twice, Father..." he grinned and took his plate and had servings of scrambled eggs, bacon, and two slices of bread. Then, he sighed and recalled, " Am I supposed to prepare breakfast? "

" Son, your mother and I found you unsober and left you in your room to rest, " his ancient blue skinned father reminded. " It was a quarter before one in the morning when you ended up in your slumber half-naked..."

" Dad..."

" You had a hangover, son. I understood that. "

" I'm sorry if I behaved that way..." Amnon sadly bowed his head and felt guilty. " I just didn't know what to do when Kai hit me. Then, you and Skoúro made me realise you're my real father. Dad, it's too..."