Those Who Fight Together | The Bad Batch

Eleven (Wrecker)

Wrecker was happy at the concept of playing popper ball especially against a couple of regs but he looked at you and knew that those regs were also family too you and knew he couldn't play as rough as he wanted. He moved your hands to his arms and kissed your head once he saw the tattoo finish and ink filler retract. He picked you up and put on you his shoulder so he could show off your filled tattoos marking you as part of them, theirs, he leaned his head on your thigh for a moment before helping you back to the ground.

"It looks really kriffing good on you," he smiled folding his arms and staring.

"Thanks, Big Boy," you blushed at being paraded around to show off the tattoo.

You turned to see Cross and Wolffe really getting into each others faces this time. You felt Hunter's arm bear squeeze your arms to the side, "Really..." Hunter groaned, "Tech," he gritted out barely able to hold you fighting against him.

Tech stepped in between you and the sight of them, "of course it's me," he mumbled, "Cyar'ika" the endearment came out as a plea, "I don't want to but I will tranquilize you if you do not relax." Tech put his hands on your cheeks staring into your eyes, "I love you." Hunter was taken back the vulnerable in Tech's voice. "You have to let them sort it... again. I promise I'll make it worth it when we get back to the ship, anyway you want," he paused shifting his jaw, "even if goes against the rules, this one time," he gridded out.

"I love you too," you stopped fighting against Hunter but his grip didn't slacken.

Tech let his hand fall to your neck thumbing over where his first mark ever was, he leaned in and kissed you knowing lost all fight over the sentiment gesture. Tech dropped his hands, the gentleness in his face replaced with anger. He walked over to the shouting match and slugged both of them in the back of the jaw getting their attention, knowing they could see Hunter's bear grip around you then pointing to the side room, "Go."

"What did he mean it's him?" You whispered watching Crosshair and Wolffe shove each other into the next room.

"The one who knows how to get through to you when your angry" Hunter smiled kissing the side of your head, "Stay out here so we can sort that this out hopefully before it gets worse," Hunter smile letting his hand trail over the crease of your ass happy with what he picked before jogging after Tech and Echo.

"Should we?" Comet asked staring at the door.

"I'll see if I can get into contact with Boost," Sinker said jogging towards the outside door.

"Want me to stay here?" Wrecker asked.

You slide your fingers into Wreckers trying to figure out what was going on, "Drink?" you asked already pulling him towards the bar.

"Didn't we just settle this?" Wolffe said dodging another punch.

"What's the gift then?" Crosshair said sweeping his leg out and knocking him over.

"Why does it matter so much?" Wolffe said jumping up trying to land a punch on the way up.

Crosshair's fist collided with Wolffe forehead knocking him back down, "Are you going to be proposing with it," he growled yanking Wolffe back to his feet.

"What does that matter to you? She choose you boys," the punch landing on him after giving him a moment to step back from the assist.

"Answer. The. Question" Crosshair said finally tumbling down, "Because there is one person who deserves her, it's not you," he said getting up.

"Their both still exhausted," Hunter said watching the clumsiness embarrassed that they were fighting, again.

"It's not you either."