Chapter 1: Averiguar

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by mushroomrat24

by mushroomrat24

Wilbur's Pov:

Quackity was in his office attempting to do paperwork. So I decided to take a shower and at least try to stretch my wings for a bit. Soon enough I was taking a shower, letting my wings out. Feeling a familiar set of arms around my torso, I turned to look behind me.

"Good evening, querido," Quackity gave me a peck on the lips while I tried to hide my severely damaged wings before he saw them.

"Cher, good evening," I responded, now giving up on hiding my wings. Neither of us knew the language the other was speaking, that made it more exciting.

"Mi alma, what happened to your wings? Why are they so mangled?" The duck man asked me, looking upset I didn't tell him anything earlier when we said no more secrets.

" Long story short: during the first L'Manberg War, Tommy, Tubbo, and I were trying to retreat, Dream Team followed us, kept shooting arrows at us, and still followed us back to the safe house, even after hitting me in the arm. I spread my wings out behind me to shelter the two boys. Dream was so close behind me that I could feel his breath. And him being him, he grabbed my wings and started breaking and tearing them to the point that even Phil said they were unfixable." I started to tear up, looking away from my husband.

"Paloma, did you even try to bandage them at all?" I shook my head to say 'no'. "Why did you never try? Maybe I can try to fix them."

"Why do you even want to? I'm practically worthless! Hell, I shouldn't even be alive! Much less, married to you!" I shouted, getting out of the shower and grabbing my towel. Walking out of the bathroom, I heard Quackity call my name. When I got to my bedroom, I locked the door and got dressed. I started crying when I heard a knock on the door, not knowing why I had yelled at my husband who was only trying to help me.

Hearing a jingle of keys on the other side of the door, I looked down not wanting Quackity to see me like this.

"Dove, I promise you, you are not worthless." My husband, now next to me, gently grabbed my chin, making me look at him. When he realized I had been crying, he hugged me tightly. "Wil, I am so sorry. But trust me when I say, I want to help you. Please just let me help you." Quackity, the president of Las Nevadas, was begging me, trying to help me.

"Fine. You can try to help with my wings. Just please be gentle," I whispered to him and his lit up with pure delight.