#Navistar

[enriquemzn262]

Navistar 7000MV 6x6 truck of the Colombian naval infantry.

Found today while driving northeast of Barranquilla.

[transportemx]

Entre camiones y autos; El Supercluster TMASC es el más productivo de América del Norte

En 10 años, “El Supercluster Automotriz Texas-México” (TMASC, por sus siglas en inglés) se ha convertido en el de mayor crecimiento en producción vehículos de América del Norte, resalta un estudio de la consultora internacional Accenture.  Indica que esta región binacional está compuesta por Texas, Nuevo León, Tamaulipas, Coahuila y San Luis Potosí.  Este corredor automotriz, anota, registró en…

[starry-bi-sky]

DPXDC CFAU Headcanon: Ghostspeak Edition

Ghosts in the Infinite Realms who saw Jason and Danny together called them "luzdra", a term in ghost speak that directly translates into the words "shared soul". It's literal definition is; "two ghosts with a bond so deep that it was as if they had split their souls in half and given one to the other", but in general it just means two ghosts with a profound, indescribable bond.

Luzdrus is the singular form of the word, and refers to only one ghost in the bond. While "luzdra" is plural and either refers to both of them together, or the relationship as a whole. It depends on the context of the conversation and who they're saying it to.

There is no romantic, platonic, or familial connotation behind the word. It just means "someone who shares a deep bond with someone" and can be between anyone.

It also does not mean soulmate, and if you say that you'll be corrected. Soulmates implies that their bond was destined by the universe, luzdra are two people who developed and built that bond themselves. It's a relationship forged between two (or more) people.

Some of Danny's rogues -- like Kitty and Johnny, who might've seen the two together and are possibly luzdra themselves -- still call him 'luzdrus' even after Jason's disappearance from the Zone. Danny doesn't know how to feel about it.

[valyrfia]

No words just Charles art :D

Charles art! The saint of Maranello has returned to us…..

[enderina]

Hi ppl i jus wanted to stop by to show u this guy

He

Anotha one ♡

{Bonus: A calli doodle!! :33}

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Out of all the ships in YR, who is most likely to be A (have a raging love for cheese) and B (be deathly lactose intolerant)

Bestie this is such a good question and I literally had to think about it for fifteen minutes.

I have come to the conclusion that the answer is either Walty or Nilcent.

Obsessed with cheese: Walter and Vincent.

Deathly allergic to lactose: Henry and Nils.

[missezri]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE COMMMENTER OF ALL TIME

Thank you so kindly! It is an honour to leave endless comments for both you and Zee! Hopefully, I am another year wiser to keep doing it. Thank you again!

[the-navistar-carol]

navistar as in navistar international that makes the worst semi trucks on the market?

HUH????

[starry-bi-sky]

🫵

yES to the galaxy-hood thing. "Nothing more scary than seeing the deep dark depths of space staring back and then realizing those aren't stars. They are Eyes" ABSOLUTELY. Danny being a lil eldritch, aLWAYS. He makes this voice have this slight distorting overlap when his hood is up, low and winding like the sound of a blackhole warping at the tail end of his words.

(when he talks about the accident, he jokes that he was sick of seeing the stars; he was ready to become one. And that's why the accident happened. "the universe knew i was ready to be a star, so it made me one".)

his scarf also like, working as an extra set of hands. An idea that came to me only AFTEr i hit reblog. It took practice and actively thinking about it at first, but now it's just second nature for Danny to manipulate his scarf grabbing things for him. Perfect for tripping people up, doing two things at once, messing with his friends, playfully bullying damian..., etc.

there literally isn't any in between. Danny will shamble over like a zombie because he hasn't slept in 72 hours thanks to ghosts, and then just flop into Kon's lap or lay across his shoulders. And Kon just has to accept (happily) that he now has a ghost boy in his lap. And he's as light as feathers regardless of kryptonian strength or tactile telekinesis, so carrying him around isn't an issue.

the bone apple-teeth was an idea that hit me and then immediately went to draw HAHA. Im so glad you like it just as much as i do, because I thought the same thing lhsadf. OH also, i meant to mention in the tags but forgot: i drew kon with heart eyes in the comic, but you cant really tell lol.

and i LOVE, absolutely love the idea of his hair merging into his ghost tail to look like a comet. thats a fucking BIG BRAIN take. incredible. wonderful. its somewhat manageable as a ghost but utterly terrible in his human form, an untamable mess of curls that drags on the ground. His friends call him Rapunzel more times than he cares to count.

There's more than one video in their phones of an absolutely grumpy danny post-fight, sitting in the bathroom or in one of their rooms, with curly, messy hair that drags three feet behind him. His arms are crossed, and every and any question thrown at him gets met with an unenthusiastic, embarrassed "hn". And standing right behind him, giggling up a storm, is Jazz or Sam with a pair of scissors and an incredibly wide smile on their face.

Danny has cut his hair before during times like these, when he gets back from patrol late. But he just takes the scissors and hacks it approximately at the same length he remembers it being, tosses the excess into the incinerator down in the lab, and calls it a night. Jazz has to go in and fix any uneven length for him later.

Jazz, Sam, and Tucker have so, so many blackmail pics. Pics that they are all too happy to share with Kon once he gets let in on the know. Kon loves them. (He takes the secret that Danny scowls the same way as his template to the GRAVE.)

BruHal would be SO funny for this. you're right, Hal would bully Bruce relentlessly for this.

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[transportemx]

Crsitina Perkins, nueva directora de Mercadotecnia & Experiencia del Cliente en Navistar

Navistar, anuncia que Cristina Perkins Topete se integra a la compañía como directora de Mercadotecnia & Experiencia del Cliente para Navistar Latinoamérica.Cristina Perkins reportará directamente a Rafael Alvarenga, presidente de Navistar Latinoamérica, y será responsable de liderar la estrategia de posicionamiento y crecimiento de la marca en los mercados de México y América Latina.Cristina es…

[starry-bi-sky]

Who is the more well-adjusted twin; Damian, or Danyal? Why, it's Damian, of course!

And I have an explanation for this! But first I wanna preface this that this is just me like, rambling about this thought I have and it's not an attack on the trope as a whole. I love the Danyal Al Ghul au which is why i'm so deeply passionate about it, because I think it has a lot of potential to be explored. It's no secret that I've mentioned before that I think Danny's psychological development tends to get overlooked and underutilized in DAG aus, and the impact that growing up in an assassin league often goes ignored. This is just me further expanding on that.

Now lets set the stage! This is specifically for Danny who is adopted by the Fentons later down in life. Lets go twin au. At 10 years old, Damian goes to the Wayne Family, Danny is adopted by the Fentons (regardless of their affiliation with the League). By 14 years old, who ends up the better adjusted, more socially aware, spiritually in-tune with themselves, sibling? Why, Damian is! Why is that?

Because he has the actual support he needs compared to Danny. And I'm not talking about good or bad parents Fentons, because either way my opinion doesn't change. Damian would end up the better off twin, because, frankly, his family knows his background. They know he grew up in the League, they know what the League's teachings are, and they know he's a born and raised assassin. Knowing this, they can then help tackle and dismantle the teachings and lessons he has been given and ingrained into by the League. They may be a dysfunctional family, but they're functional enough to at least actively help deprogram all of the League's teachings that have been ingrained in Damian throughout his childhood.

Can't say the same for Danny.

Lets say Fentons here don't know his background -- and even if they do, the results may just stay the same if they play their cards wrong, -- Danny's now just been thrown into the deep end of a pool and is essentially being told sink or swim. Regardless of how he got there -- undercover, faked death, etc -- he has no proper support. He knows the League is meant to be secret, he's not gonna speak on it for various reasons. Whether it be some still lingering loyalty, fear of harm, or whatever. Whatever the reason is, he does not have a proper support system in the Fentons, no matter how nice they are. They can only tackle the surface level stuff and whatever Danny allows them to see -- if Danny ever lets them see it at all. For what do assassins do when they don't want to be caught? They hide. Sometimes in plain sight.

"But Jazz--" Jazz is a child. She is 2 years older than Danyal and no better at giving him a proper support system than the two adult Fenton parents, even with parentification. We don't know when she got into psychology or how long she'd been studying it by the time Danny's 14. We just know she's really into it. Even then, Jazz is not a licensed or reliable therapist, or even an experienced or implied good therapist, and should not be used as one either. It's a disservice to her character to reduce her down to 'supporting female emotional crutch'. Besides, therapy only works on people who want to get better. Danny, who'd be hiding who he really is, has very little incentive to want to, or to even think something is wrong with his way of thinking, even with exposure to the outside world.

When people's beliefs are outright challenged, they tend to double down on them, and Jazz canonically has a habit of psychoanalyzing her family and declaring what she thinks is the problem -- regardless of whether or not she's right about it. Jazz would get into psychology, try and psychoanalyze Danny, and all it would do is cause him to clam up, shut into himself further, and throw up even more walls so that she can't figure out that he has been lying this whole time. It would do more harm than good, and would actively hinder any progress he'd make in trying to open up to them. Roads and good intentions and all that.

That being said, I think Danny's development and dismantling of the League's teachings would be slower than Damian's. Much slower. Because he would be the one having to pick apart everything and figure out what is right, what is wrong, what he wants to keep, and what he wants to toss. Everything he unlearns would be stuff he has to unlearn himself. If he even gets to that point at all -- depending on his experiences, he very well could not change at all, or change very little. The League acts as a purge for humanity, meant to reign in their hubris and retain balance, they just also happen to be assassins for hire. Danny's time spent in Amity Park could as well strengthen his belief in their teachings just as much as it could weaken it, especially if it goes as canon and he gets bullied.

Regardless, being tossed to a civilian family as someone who is very much not a civilian, without any support, would be actively detrimental to Danny's overall mental health and development. Especially to strangers like the Fentons. Damian was closed off and standoffish even with blood family, and it took him time to open up to them -- Danny, with the Fentons, would be even more so. He doesn't know them, he doesn't trust them, he has no rhyme or reason to open up to them, and since the Fentons don't actually know him, they can't help him the way he needs. Once "Danny Fenton" is made, he has even less reason to open up. So long as Danyal allows it, they will only ever know Danny, and they'll never know Danyal.

TL:DR the Fentons aren't the better family option just because they're civilians, and actually that makes them the worser option between the two because they can't give Danny the proper support he needs. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.

[enderina]

Here's a bunch of silly guys‼

Za doraemonzu‼ ☆

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

At least recover your sleep in the daytime, you insomniac enby emperor

LOOK-

I had the week off and it just HAPPENED to be the same week as heartstopper’s release and it seems a shame to WASTE that opportunity.

[isaidlandowecanbeworldchampion]

Pride and Prejudice Op81 x Reader

Part 1

A modern F1 take on a classic, hopefully living up to the expectations of @the-navistar-carol

A/n: 2005 Pride and Prejudice is fuelling me here, I hope you enjoy it though, its taking a lot of effort to translate the story into a more modern context

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man, in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

Charlotte and y/n giggled together while looking around the room. As their fathers were employees at Mclaren they were often invited to the galas and events that the company held. This such event, to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the company, was not the first they had attended. 

Charlotte was the daughter of a Zac Brown and a longtime friend of y/n. They had grown up living near each other and had spent many galas in this fashion, drinking the free champagne and gossiping about the small tidbits they were told by their fathers. 

A hush fell over the room as two men entered the room flanked by the company's CEO.  One grinning widely and shaking hands with everyone he met, the other standing stiffly by his side and only offering a nod. Jane, y/n's sister appeared by her side.

“Who are they?” y/n whispered to Charlotte, not taking her eyes off the two men. 

“Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri, the two drivers for the Mclaren Formula 1 team” Charlotte answered quietly. 

“Norris seems nice, I suppose '' Jane whispered back, “Poor Mr Piastri doesn't know what to do with himself. Must be nervous” 

“I’d guess not,” Charlotte shot back, “Every time I’ve seen him, even in the company of few, He’s been the same. I think he is more pompous and feels he is above speaking to us mere people rather than his fellow drivers.” 

Oscar’s eyes slid towards the low whispering as the room returned to the usual chatter, unable to make out the words. He held eye contact with y/n, surprised at the lack of recognition he saw on her face. It was rare he met people at Mclaren who weren’t already aware of his position within the company. 

Y/n’s father appeared at her side. 

“C’mon then girls” He patted Jane on the shoulder, “I should greet Zac and I can introduce you to the drivers.” 

Y/n squeezed Charlotte’s hand to bring her with them and the group made their way towards the trio. 

“Zac!” y/n’s father called, “over here, mate” 

Zac turned towards the shout. “Bennett!” he cried, embracing the man.  “Lando, you already know Bennett, of course” He turned toward Oscar. “Oscar, Bennett is our lead aerodynamicist. He travels with us so I am sure you see him around a lot” 

Oscar inclined his head slightly at the introduction but did not offer any other greeting. 

“Of course you know my daughters Zac” Bennett turned back towards Zac and Lando, “Lando this is Y/n and Jane. I have three others but Mary tends not to enjoy these events and Kitty and Lydia are still too young” 

Lando smiled enthusiastically, “Lovely to meet you both. I must say you both look lovely, don’t you think Oscar” 

“I guess so” He answered, not sparing a glance at the two women. 

Lando and Jane were locked in conversation, barely sparing a glance at anyone else around the room.  

Y/n slid smoothly towards them, intent on getting another glass of champagne for herself and Charlotte. To her side, she could hear Lando excuse himself and make his way towards Oscar. 

“So many pretty women Osc.” He grinned, “Anyone catch your eye?”

Oscar tilted his head towards Lando, “You exaggerate, you are speaking with one of few pretty women on the premises” 

“You think?” Lando hummed, “ what about y/n? She’s quite pretty, from what I hear quite accomplished too”

“If you say so” 

As y/n stood next to the bar, waiting for Charlotte to return from the restroom, she spotted Oscar nearby. 

“Are you hiding too?” She turned toward him, smiling. “It works better if you've got a drink, easier to suffer through these events with a buzz” 

“I don’t drink, especially not this close to the season.” He answered sharply, not even sparing a glance towards the woman beside him.

Y/n turned away quickly and spotting Charlotte in the crowd made her way towards her. 

Later in the evening, y/n joined a conversation between her father, Zac and the two drivers. 

“And how are you finding it, y/n? Zac asked, turning his attention toward her. 

“Mclaren always holds lovely events, and you ask me that every time.” y/n smiled at Zac, before turning towards Oscar, “Even if there are so few pretty women on the premises.” She smirked at the young driver before excusing herself from the conversation.

Lando nudged the younger man, “You messed up, mate.”

Oscar answered sharply, “yeah, I got that,” staring after y/n’s reiterating figure.

[snippy-tano]

Old Injuries

surprise! i’m back!

at least for this request anyways. this request came from a commenter on ao3! so thank you AnimeWeeb_2001!! basically they requested a one-shot with Hunter where the reader hurt her leg during a mission they were on together and kept it from Hunter until she literally collapsed and couldn’t walk anymore. basically some solid Hunter fluff.

and I am very happy to oblige! 

so here it is! hope you all enjoy it!

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The mission itself was meant to be easy. 

A quick in-and-out that didn’t require the entire Batch. Which is why it was only you and Hunter who went. And for the most part, it had been going smoothly. 

You had both split up to cover more ground and make sure exit routes were clear. Hunter had commed you moments before stating that his path was clear and he was heading to the rendezvous point. 

You had no sooner echoed your own confirmation of a clear path and turned off the comm when your foot stepped in a small hole and pain exploded throughout your leg. You instantly saw stars and your good knee hit the stone ground. 

You forced your eyes open and looked back, seeing a small cracked hole in the pavement. If you had been paying attention, it was absolutely avoidable. 

Back when you were a teenager, you injured your knee playing a game of boloball with some neighborhood kids. It was as simple as some torn ligaments and you had made a full recovery at that time. But occasionally, if it was particularly cold or if you slept strangely, it would ache. 

In this case, all it took was stepping in a hole for the condition to flare up in the worst possible way. You knew you didn’t tear anything, at least you were pretty sure. It didn’t quite feel as painful as it did the first time, so you were fairly confident that you only slightly re-injured your knee. 

But you had to admit, it kriffing hurt.

You let out a groan of pain, blinking your eyes to get rid of the fuzziness and tears. Your hand went to your knee, as you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to will the pain away or at least hope that it lessened to a more manageable level. But that was not happening. 

Kriff this was bad. 

Really really bad.

Hunter’s voice calling your name over the comm dragged you out of your fog. “-you okay? Are you there? Report. I’m at the rendezvous.” 

“‘M fine.” You choked out a response, grabbing your blaster and forcing yourself to your feet despite the agonizing pain. “I’m almost there.”

You stumbled to the edge of the alleyway, bracing your hand on the cool brick of a building. You took a few deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. When your vision focused and you could breathe again, you started moving. 

Each step was like agony. Your knee felt like it was on fire and every slight movement had pain shooting through your leg. It was far more intense than it had been in a long time, which worried you.

But you needed to focus. Hunter was relying on you for this mission. 

You would not fail.

Pain was an old friend. You had this under control.

You spotted a figure in the distance among the busy market and you forced another deep breath into your lungs. The figure turned and you met eyes with Hunter who gave you a nod as you approached. 

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you okay?” 

You willed your heart to stop beating so rapidly and your breathing to calm down. You plastered a small smile on your face. “I’m fine, just ready to get this over with.”

Hunter let out a soft chuckle. “You and me both. Come on.” 

He turned and headed into the crowd and you followed as closely as you could. The pain had not lessened in the slightest, in fact it had only gotten worse.

You may not have torn anything this time around, but if you kept walking on your leg, you just might end up reinjuring it. 

Stop. Focus.

Hunter entered a building and you stepped in after him, taking a glance around the darkened bar. He took a moment to gaze around the bar before walking towards a booth in the back corner. 

You headed for the bar, practically collapsing in a stool with a wince. A bartender appeared in front of you almost instantaneously.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

Normally you’d refuse. 

Now was not the time or place to have a drink. You were on a mission and needed to be completely sober. But the throbbing, stabbing pain in your leg was a powerful motivator. 

“Give me something strong.” You rasped out and the bartender grinned. 

“Coming right up.” 

While you waited, you again focused on your breathing. 

Kriff you were so stupid. How could you do this on a mission? Hunter was relying on you and you injured yourself. 

Kark.

A glass appeared in front of you and you gave the bartender a grateful look before lifting the glass and downing the amber liquid in one go. The burn down your throat momentarily distracted you from the pain in your leg. You could feel the warmth beginning to seep into your body and felt yourself take a shuddering breath. 

You glanced over at the corner of the bar and saw Hunter speaking quietly with the man in the corner booth. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t look like it was going poorly. 

At least not yet. 

You heard the sound of liquid being poured and turned to see the bartender refilling your glass. When he saw your confused look, he chuckled softly. “This one’s on the house. You look like you could use it.”

You gave him a quick grateful smile that he returned before stepping away to tend to other patrons seated at the bar. You looked at the glass in front of you, fingers playing with the cool condensation on the glass. 

You shouldn’t. 

Your first drink wasn’t nearly enough to get you even remotely tipsy, but you really shouldn’t be drinking. Not while on a job. 

But then you thought about your leg and the continuous stabbing pain. 

And you downed the next one. 

You pushed the glass away as the drink burned a path down your throat and again began to warm your limbs. You pulled out some credits, probably more than the first drink was for, but you wanted to repay the bartender at least something for his kindness. 

You felt the ghosting of a hand at your back and turned to see Hunter with a bag now slung over his shoulder. His eyes flicked to the empty glass, but he didn’t say anything. 

You stood up, clenching your jaw and the pain in your knee as it protested you standing on it again. The bartender gave you a small wave and you returned the gesture with a nod as you followed Hunter out of the bar. 

As soon as you were back in the crowd, Hunter began to speak. 

“Are you sure-“

“-did you get what we needed?” You interrupted and he hesitated for a moment. 

You were only here to “recover” something that had been “stolen” from Cid by someone she’d managed to piss off, which didn’t surprise you. You honestly weren’t even sure if it was Cid’s to begin with, but she was insistent and concluded that a small party would be better, hence why it was only you and Hunter.

Your contact, the man in the corner of the bar, had “stolen” what was “stolen” from Cid and offered it for a price that Cid deemed acceptable. It was a ridiculous mission and you’d make sure to tell her when you returned. 

“Yes. We can go.” 

You took another two breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. 

You both moved fairly quickly through the busy market streets, heading to where you had parked the Marauder. You were almost there, almost home free.

You could rest your knee and finally get off this planet.  

There was some movement in front of you and you looked up just in time to see two kids running through the street towards you. You barely had time to brace yourself before one of the kids ran into you, shouting an apology as they kept going. 

Normally, it would have been fine.

But normally you weren’t injured. 

You stumbled as a renewed pain shot through your leg and Hunter was quick to grab your arm, steering you away from the busy streets only a few turns away from where the Marauder was waiting. 

So much for the alcohol. 

Your uninjured knee hit the hard ground as you gasped for breath. 

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” Hunter’s steady hand at the crook of your elbow was steadying in a way, but it also reminded you that you were in the middle of a mission and couldn’t afford for this to be happening right now.

“I’m fine, just give me a second.” You choked out, trying to push aside the continually growing pain. 

“What happened? Did you get hurt?” Hunter insisted. “Your heart rate is too erratic.” 

“My knee.” You hissed. 

You felt Hunter’s hand rest gently on your leg and you gasped as a flash of pain exploded through your leg. Your hand clamped on his wrist, as you inhaled sharply. 

“Don’t.” You choked out and he was quick to pull away, arms raised. 

“Can you walk?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” 

You took a few more deep breaths, feeling like the stupidest person in the galaxy for hurting yourself, even if it was an accident. After a few calming breaths, you gave a nod to Hunter and he looped an arm around you, helping you to your feet. 

Once you were standing, he kept his arm in place, supporting you as you wavered slightly. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” He asked and you gritted your teeth.

“Positive.” 

You had a feeling he knew you were lying, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he helped you hobble back out into the busy streets towards the waiting ship. Thankfully, not many of the crowd paid you any attention, so some of your pride was still intact.

You were right around the corner from the ship when you knee buckled beneath you. But this time, Hunter was ready, easily keeping you upright. Before you could protest, he looped an arm under your knees and lifted. 

You hissed in pain at your knee being jostled and Hunter breathed a quick apology.

“I told you I can walk.” You whispered as he moved quickly through the shipyard, the Marauder getting closer with every step. 

“This is faster.” Was all he replied. 

He was probably right.

Unfortunately. 

You made it to the ship and Hunter climbed the steps with ease, setting you down gently in a chair. He gave your face a quick once over as you waved him off. The door to the ship hissed shut as he left you and began starting the ship for take off. . You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain in your leg.

It wasn’t as harsh as before, but the throbbing was nearly unbearable and any movement had sharp pain shooting through your leg. 

The ship jolted and you inhaled sharply, cursing under your breath. 

A few moments later, as you were starting to feel like you could open your eyes again, you felt a gentle hand on your wrist. You looked up to see Hunter kneeling beside you, eyes soft in a way you only ever really saw him be with Omega. It had your heart clenching in your chest.

He gave your wrist a squeeze before he removed his hand and set down a medpack on the floor. As he riffled through it, he began talking. “What happened?”

“It’s an old injury. Normally it’s fine.”

“But not this time?”

“Apparently not.” 

Hunter nodded as he pulled out a stim and quickly administered it with only a few curse words. 

“When did it happen? Not the original injury, but this? Was it that kid?” He asked and you bit down on your lip.

You avoided his gaze until you heard him say your name softly. 

“Right after we split up to clear paths and check the perimeter. I misstepped.” You replied and he only let out a soft sigh. 

You knew that sigh. 

He did it all the time when Omega and Wrecker mention they put more mantell mix on the tab, or when Tech stays up all night without realizing it, or when Echo neglects to mention one of his prosthetics gets too stiff. 

It’s his “I’m disappointed sigh.”

And it’s never been directed at you. 

You’d always had sympathy for the others when on the receiving end of the sigh, but it was another thing entirely to know he was upset because of you. 

Kriff you’d have to apologize to the others. They were right. This is brutal. 

“You don’t have to hide these things from me.”

Okay. 

You were wrong. 

That statement was even more painful than his “I’m disappointed” sigh. 

“We needed to complete the mission, as stupid as it was. I wasn’t going to say anything because we couldn’t turn back. I knew we would finish it quickly and get back here where I could rest.” You said. “I know it’s stupid and I’m sorry for not saying anything. I just - I just didn’t want to compromise the mission.”

Hunter rubbed his forehead before sighing again. “You’re more important than the mission.” 

You felt a pang in your chest and took a shaky breath. 

“You got that? You can tell me these things.” He again said and you nodded softly. 

“I got it.” Your throat felt tight, but you responded. 

“Okay, now let’s see if we can patch up your knee.” Hunter pulled out the small medkit and you carefully sat yourself up fully, wincing at the sharp pain in your leg. “How did you hurt it initially? You mentioned an old injury.”

“I was a teenager. We were playing boloball in the streets and I tore some ligaments. It healed back then, but sometimes it flares up.” You said as he pulled out a brace and some bacta.

“How often does it flare-up?” 

You sighed. “Sometimes when it’s cold or I step weird it bothers me, but for the most part it’s fine.”

“Except for today.” Hunter asked with a bit of a smirk and you let out a breathless laugh.

“Except for today.” You confirmed and he shook his head. 

“Let’s get your boot off and see if we can get some bacta on your knee.” He said and you quickly leaned forward to untie your boots only for your hands to be batted away by Hunter’s. You watched, stomach swirling, as he very carefully untied your boot and removed it without jostling your leg too much. He then helped you very gently roll up your pant leg until it was slightly easier to access your injured knee. 

Hunter wiped off his hands on a damp towel before beginning to spread the bacta onto your slightly swollen knee.

You did your best to not think about just how gentle he was being or how much it made your heart thump in your chest. You knew Hunter would likely be able to hear any changes in your breathing or heart rate, so you just focused on keeping them both as even as possible. But you weren’t sure if you were succeeding. 

Hunter finished and while he washed his hands again in the small refresher, you slowly worked your pants back down over your leg since the bacta dried quickly. Hunter reappeared and pulled out the knee brace you happened to have lying around. He carefully secured it, helped you put your boot back on, and then assisted you standing up. 

You swayed slightly, Hunter’s hands quick to grab your arms and hold you steady as you bumped into him. You weren’t able to stop the loud thump of your heart in your chest. You were both eager to get out of such a charged situation and also unwilling to move at all. Your hands gripped his arms and you resisted the urge to sway closer. 

Hunter gave you a small smile before leaning forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. 

It was at that moment that you truly felt like you stopped breathing. Your eyes closed and you wished to live in this moment for the rest of your life. 

There was a sudden loud beeping from the cockpit and Hunter pulled away, clearing his throat. “Come on, we’re almost to Ord Mantell.” 

He stepped away, offering his hand. You looked at his hand before looking up at him. He looked shy, more timid than you had ever seen him. It had a smile spreading across your face. You placed your hand in his and he helped you hobble to the cockpit and take a seat in one of the pilot chairs. 

You gave his hand a squeeze before you let go and you felt your mood brighten further when you saw a faint darkening of his cheeks. 

You turned to look at the controls, helping Hunter with the landing sequence after you dropped out of the hyperspace, feeling lighter and happier than you had in a long time. 

Maybe the resurfacing of old childhood injuries weren’t a bad thing, because maybe, just maybe, they would lead to something new and exciting.

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