I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)

chapter 26: nightmare child

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set a couple weeks-months later, idk

A virgin.

A staple of a man's need to believe they can change someone's life with their dick.

Meaningless.

When Marvin was in the army, he fell in love for the first time. He grew up alone, he grew up without a family and kept his head down, worked hard, earnt every penny he could. He got scholarship after scholarship yet still didn't have enough money for college.

He managed to survive a semester before he got kicked out, he got caught taking the deans daughter's SATs. Marvin was left practically homeless, but the college didn't even care that he was sleeping on the floor of his drug dealers apartment. The army seemed like the only option, his escape from the hotbox he was living in, so he signed up.

He fell in love, he cried when he died, he pushed that part of him away, he cried, he got shot in the chest, he cried, he became depressed, he couldn't cry, he lost his heart, he cried.

Then he got the grant money. It wasn't much to begin with, a couple thousand dollars to make several more pacers for other veterans, but somehow his empire grew and grew and grew.

He was in his early thirties at the point when the whole world had begun to know his name.

Young, people would call him young, the youngest millionaire, soon becoming the youngest billionaire. But Marvin had seen horrors that most people hadn't, he had lost his humanity, become a machine. He had watched the terror on a man's face as the blood rushed through his fingers, knowing he didn't have long left, he had watched the light disappear from a man's eyes as the bullet from his own shaking hands had carved a hole into his forehead. He had memorised the metallic taste of someone else's blood as the man he had sat next to at breakfast that morning was shot in the neck, spraying him with the thick red liquid as he held back the bile that had automatically welled up in his mouth.

He had watched a child go lifeless in his arms after a fatal explosion had blown up her home. Her body was mangled and bloody, her legs gone and only her torso remained. She cried in Marvin's arms as he tried to pull her from the wreckage and suddenly he couldn't feel her shivering in his arm's anymore. She was so small, not a human, a thing.

That was what broke Marvin. No longer was he a human being either, but instead a monster. A ruthless killing machine. A cesspool of fears and night terrors all hurled into a little ball.

At its centre was a tiny glowing orb.

The faint sing song voice of a woman as she tucked him into his bed, he didn't know if it was a memory, or just a story so faded that it felt real, but that was the only thing he remembered of her. His mother. It symbolised hope, never once being sucked up into the darkness, although coming far too close for his liking several times.

Marvin never hired his own staff, not caring enough about who they were as people, they were just the drones who worked for him.

Or at least that was how he thought he felt.

She was stunning.

She had warm chestnut hair that bounced at her shoulders, a nineties blowout, making it look so soft and warm. She wore modest clothing, nothing ever revealing, nothing spectacular, but even so, she caught his eye.

She had a habit of working after everyone else did, and one-night Marvin approached her.

"hi." He said, causing her to look up abruptly from her desk and flush a brilliant red, "I noticed that you work late, and I wanted to let you know, you don't have to." He said, a charming smile on his face.