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Evolution of a Long Term Romance A Untold Tales of the Parody War: (#316) Wartime Romances TIE IN staring Trickshot & the Contessa.
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Evolution of a Long Term Romance A Untold Tales of the Parody War: (#316) Wartime Romances TIE IN staring Trickshot & the Contessa.



Just outside the Zero Street Orphanage, several children said good bye as Trickshot and Yuki prepared to leave.
“An don’t ferget to listen to what the Pastor says, kids. If everything turns out ok, we’ll be back next week.”
After the kids are escorted inside the building Yuki said, “Next week. Sounds strange, huh?”
“Yeah. It does. The Parody Master will finally get a chance to take us on fer all the marbles, an’ this time we may not be coming back. Do you think we’ll get out o’ this?”
The cyborg with purple hair straddled her bike. “I’d like to think so. At least I’m trying to believe we will. How about you?”
“I dunno.”
“What? But you’re always so confident. Sometimes so much that you’re a pain in the butt.”
“Yeah.” He lightly chuckled. “But this time feels . . . I dunno, different. It feels like things are gonna change, big time.”
Yuki thought for a moment and then started her bike. “Come on. Let’s head back to the mansion.”
He started to walk away. “Naw. I think I’ll walk for awhile.”
“Suit yourself.” She drove off.
The archer started to walk down the dimly lit street. “What’s wrong with you, Carl? I’ve faced my fair share of bad times. Why does this one have me spooked?”
A thin line dropped in front of him. “The h#LL?”
A woman in a tight black leotard swung down and landed in front of him. “We’re all spooked, my dear ex.”
“’Talia! Whut are you doing here?” Carl looked up to see where she had come from. The Contessa Natalia Katarina Romanza had been on the rooftop just across the street of the Zero Street Orphanage.
“I came to see you. I’ve been up there, watching you clown with those kids.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Eh. Just having some fun. I figured kids should have something to laugh at tonight. Wanna go fer a walk?”
“Yes. I’d like that.”
The two were silent for an awkward ten minutes until she broke the silence. “I haven’t seen you for a long while.”
“Yeah. I’ve been very busy with the Legion. Lots o’ fires to put out. I’ve barely had enough time to see Deana, uh . . . I mean . . .”
She smiled. “It’s ok. I know.”
“You do?” He looked shocked. A million scenarios crossed his mind. He had wanted to tell her he had been seeing someone, but he never could get the guts to bring it up.
“I am in Intelligence, after all.”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” A pause, then he stopped in his tracks. “Look. I’m sorry. I don’t know how it happened.”
She leaned comfortably beside a tree. “I do. You started going places together, then calling each other up and before you know it, you can’t get enough of each other. Listen, Carl, I’m not upset.”
“Whew! That’s a relief. I figured since you and I were . . . well, ok, I dunno what we were.”
They both laughed. She sat on a bench and then patted it for him to sit down. He did.
“Carl, if things were different, I think we could have become lovers, even gotten married, but well . . .”
“I know, Talia. We’re both from two separate worlds.”
“Literally. See, the Carl Bastion from this earth, the one I was married to, he was a great man. You’re just as great as him. I loved him very much.”
He could not hold back the question any longer. “Then why did you betray him to Zemo?”
“Because of Alexis.”
Carl visibly rocked back. “Who?”
“Carl, I had a younger sister. Her name was Alexis. She was twelve years old and when the Baron came to me. When he told me to betray you I told him no.”
“Just like the Talia on my Earth.”
“Yes. But Zemo knew I was going to betray him so he held my little sister hostage. I . . . had no choice. I’m sorry.” She started to cry. Carl put his arm around her. “Hey, hey. It’s ok. You did what you had to.”
“I thought I did. But . . . but that monster killed Alexis anyway.”
Carl swore. She sobbed into his shoulder. After several minutes he spoke. “My Talia was an only child. The Zemo on my Earth didn’t have anything to hold over her so she rebelled an’ wuz killed fer it. Maybe life has a way of setting things . . . I dunno, straight?”
“Maybe. Carl, I do love you. It took me a long time to come to terms with another version of my husband walking around, but in time I’ve discovered you are not him. You’re your own man. I love you for everything you are. Even for some of the dumb things you do and say.”
“I love you too, Talia. I always have. You’re not the same person as my wife, you’re something special. I guess I just never made my move because I always wanted to give you your space.”
“And I appreciate that. I really do. I suppose I just waited too long.”
“We both did. The years have passed us by. Who knows? Maybe our story would have gone some other way.”
“Perhaps. Now, however, it’s too late. I think I’m just happy with your friendship.”
“Me too. I’ve been searching my feelings a lot lately, babe. The passion just isn’t there anymore. It’s more of a deep friendship.”
“Who would have thought that after all the times you chased me, we’d end up like this?”
“Not me, that’s for sure.”
“So, Deana Morris. She’s a nice girl. Strong, confident. She reminds me of myself.”
“She’s something special. I care a great deal fer her. What ever happened tomorrow, I just want to spent it with her.”
“Good for you. Do I hear wedding bells?”
“Yup. Look at this.” Carl pulled out a small box from one of his little pouches. He opened it up.
“Oh! It’s beautiful. She’ll love it.”
“I think so. I’m going to ask her tonight.”
“You do that.” They stood up and embraced. “I love you, Carl Bastion. You make your life one worth living.”




After their good byes, Carl shot a rope line into the city. He went to Deana’s home but no one was there.
“Where could she be at this hour?”
WACK!
Blackness.

A man’s voice woke him. He was strapped to a crude hospital bed. “It’s about time you woke up, Trickshot.”
“The Query. What’s this all about?”
“The future, the past. Everything.”
“Aw fer crying out loud. Listen, question mark face, just get on with it. I’ve got things to do.”
“Yes, you do. You’re going to purpose to Deana Morris, the new heroine called Pretty Bird. Congratulations. This will only take a moment.”
The mysterious man was dressed in his usual dirty trench coat and fedora hat. His face was missing with a big question mark where it should have been. The only thing new to his ensemble was a strange glove. It was black but it sparked with a strange life of its own.
“Whut are you doing with that?”
“You mean ‘What’, not ‘whut’.”
“Huh?”
“Your speech patterns. Haven’t you noticed that for the last for years you’ve been talking with a less educated accent? Do you want to know why?”
“I talk like I always have.”
“No. You don’t. You’ve been written differently. I don’t really know why. I suppose it’s up to The Ones Who Sit Above. Same thing with your fate. You could have done so much, been so much. But that’s all going to change now. Some people are content to stay with the same old dreams, others get a taste of something bigger and chose a new path. You, your Multiversal friend, the rabbit twins, even that vegetable kid, you’re all getting the short end of the stick. Toys no longer desired. Time to put them in a box. Maybe the child will want to play sometime later?”
“What the h@ll are you talking about . . .GAHHAARGH!”
The Query stuck his gloved hand into Trickshot’s chest. It simply phased into the body without leaving a scar. He pulled out a strange glowing ball. “I don’t have phasing powers, archer. I don’t have any powers at all. This is a Plotswapper Glove. Xander gave it to me for this exact purpose.”
Carl’s breathing has returned to normal. The pain was gone. “I’m gonna have a few words with him.”
“No you wont. With this little item removed from your essence, you wont remember our meeting tonight. See, this is the essence of the Crisis. It was left on you at the end of the Multiversal Crisis, as a safety marker. That way if the Parodyverse naturally tried to glaze over the events of the Crisis, and leave it in an unfinished state, a part would always exist within you. That’s why you’ve been changing. Swapping with alternate versions of yourself.”
“You’re doing it again. Let me loose and I’ll find a mouth on you to punch!”
“No need, Trickshot. You won’t change any more. I’m going to study this. Keep it hidden. One day the right person will come along who needs to unlock it. You were that person but destiny has changed his mind.”
The Query opened a strange box. It was lined with a lot of duct tape. He placed the glowing ball inside. The mysterious man then picked up a baseball bat. “So long Trickshot. Enjoy your new adventure.”
WACK!




“Ugh! My aching head!” Carl woke up on a bench outside of Deana Morris’ apartment. “I must’ve fallin’ asleep. I still don’t know where Deana is but I got to get back to the mansion and get some shut eye. I’ll look first thing in the morn.”
It did not take Carl long to get back to Lair Island. It was two in the morning when he opened the door to his room. He stood there in shock at what he saw.
“Hi archer, you’ve just hit the jackpot.”
Deana Morris sat on his bed, dressed in something extremely sexy. Use your imagination.
He hugged her. “I wuz wondering where you got to.”
She kissed him. “Tomorrow we might all be dead, so I decided being with you was where I belong. I’ve signed up with the resistance. I love you and I want to fight at your side.”
“Well in that case . . .” Carl knelt down on one knee and pulled out he box. When he opened it, she gasped. “Pretty Bird, will you marry me?”
“YES!” She hugged him, kissed him and again . . . use your imagination.


End



To be continued in Untold Tales #317 or 318.
Then, after that, another Trickshot Specail.








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