Thorax: Cavalry Drone

1943 Doesn't Really Like Me

Thorax woke up in a bunk bed. That was a little unusual. Morgan tended to have them up in a normal queen bed. Bunk beds were for the kids- or the occasional rare bed in an alternate world.

This bed wasn't the fun kind. Those beds often felt nice. And soft. Thorax could feel springs digging in his back. The metal framework beneath pushed up too. His back hurt before he even stood up. Could a thing thinner than the width of a finger even count as a bed?

Thorax could've asked the person in the bed above him. Or in the beds beside him. All of the beds he could see in this low light had a person in them. It didn't make Thorax feel any better. Usually, rooms full of occupied bunk beds don't end happily.

He could feel the phone in his hand. He had hands now, alright cool. Thorax looked around the darkened space, deciding if he should call her now or later.

Given that some of the people were shifting in their beds, that answer was 'no'.

An alarm went off. Bright lights switched on. Thorax could finally make out dingy metal walls, the black metal of the bunk bed and even the basic khakis and military shirt he himself had on.

Wait hold on, military shirt?

The alarm kept going. The others in here climbed out of their beds, including the person above him. Thorax pulled himself out of bed, tucking the phone into his khakis. The men around him moved quickly and with a purpose. Thorax copied them at first.

Then all at once, muscular memory activated.

Thorax started moving with authority. Where he was indecisive, the body picked up his slack and made each movement intentional. The borrowed body put in the groundwork with Thorax reaping benefits.

He dressed himself in black armor. A symbol appeared there that made Thorax want to scream. Worse yet as he did, he finally noticed the large flag put just beside his bunk bed. A red fabric with a black six legged squid.

HYDRA

Thorax remembered Morgan ranting about them. He remembered watching them in the movies- and what Morgan said they represented.

And he was one of them.

Definitely not part of the plan.

==TCD==

It was different from where he was supposed to have landed.

See, Thorax the Changeling went over the details a lot. In the past six months, there were a lot of conversations with his marefriend/fiancee/wife about how this was supposed to go.

Morgan was nothing if not meticulous about these things. She explained a lot of her world's movies to him. There were a lot of movie nights over the past few months, or just of Morgan watching the movies to make her own notes. Thorax thought her little jokes she made that she thought nopony could hear were adorably funny.

More than that she explained her past here. Her sister, Killjoy-Darcy-Nikki- 'honestly human names were so weird'- found copies of the movies that starred Morgan and herself. Thorax was told by outside parties that his pupils went heart-shaped the entire time. Could he be blamed? The main side-character was hot.

It was a recurring condition. Thorax didn't like to talk about it. Morgan couldn't without blushing.

So he watched the movies- Iron Man featuring Night Mistress, both 1 and 2. He watched Thor featuring Night Mistress, and was almost (very) jealous about seeing his marefriend/wife hanging out with a god of chaos and mischief.

Killjoy thought it was funny. Like, the funniest thing she'd ever seen. Human humor was so weird.

But Thorax watched it. He was a comic nerd, could he be blamed for being excited?