Amnon 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...
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" When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. "
- William Shakespeare
(DANVERS-MONTMARTRE RESIDENCE, AVENGERS COMPOUND, UPSTATE, NEW YORK: 8:30 PM)
After finishing supper and washing the dishes, the Montmartre spouses sat on the couch and spent discussing other things. Amnon was finished wiping the dining table and thinking of what he would do before getting to sleep. He headed to his room and noticed his acoustic guitar placed near to his desk. He recalled those days in Paris when he and his father spent time for the past two years. Amnon held the wooden string instrument and remembered the day when he learned how to play the guitar from Old Methu-Selah. At first, he was struggling to strum and pluck his fingers on the instrument. Being patient and determined, the young pink Kree continued practising and playing the guitar. He was so pleased that he was able to strum his chords and play in freestyle.
This time, he would play the instrument since he listened a song from a few days ago. He picked it up, went to the living area, and sat beside his parents. Old Methu-Selah and his wife noticed him.
" Son, are you supposed to sleep early and prepare for the mission tomorrow? " the Kree Eternal asked curiously.
" Dad, like we always say to anyone, 'Sleep is pointless.' " Amnon grinned and chuckled.
" Like father, like son, " Carol scoffed and laughed, holding her cup of green tea. " Tell me, Kid. Are you gonna play a song to us? "
" Yeah, mom, " Amnon nodded, placed his guitar in front of him, and turned to his parents. " Mom, Dad, please don't laugh. "
" Son, I haven't laughed at your mistakes while you're playing the guitar, " Methu-Selah replied. " You are good in doing it. Don't be embarrassed. "
" Okay, " the blonde pink Kree nodded and started tuning his strings from chords E, G, A, B, D, and E. Then, he plucked some melody on his right hand and left hand made a G major chord.
Amnon passionately played his song and kept changing his chords from G major, B minor, C major and A minor 7 from the first few lines. Then, he changed them to G major, E minor, A minor 7 and D major. Playing those chords repetitively on his left fingers, his right fingers kept moving for his melody. Amnon sincerely smiled and felt the warmth of this instrumental. His parents were pleased to hear and sensing his soulfulness and love while playing the song. Tuning into Amnon's acoustic guitar music, the Kree Eternal slightly smiled, understood its lyrics, and perceived such bittersweetness.
While listening to the song, he was thinking he could have done something right. As Dr. Jean Meir Montmartre from the Foundation, he could have spared his son from 682 and the other SCP objects. The father and son could have escaped before the Kree-Lizard invasion happened. Amnon must have been in exile with his father to other planets several light-years away from Earth. He could have been learning a lot of things from his ancient Kree parent. The young Kree could have his normal family life instead of experiencing such hardships from his oppressors. Old Methu-Selah wished to more time to be with his son. He had no choice and done his best to deal with him, but he has to go away for good.
