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The fight had been going for awhile now, an older demon awakened by the power released from the staff’s movement so long ago. This particular demon was rather upset by the newfound city full of people who had moved into the area they had been sleeping in, and had chosen today to rectify the situation.
Of course, Monkie Kid had responded with his team and they had quickly evacuated the area, moving the demon away from where they could harm any other civilians.
Unfortunately, Mei had taken a hit from the villian’s claws on an unlucky pass, and Wukong tagged in for MK to help Mei to safety.
Now, back in the relative safety of the T.E.A., MK sighed in relief as he finally got the bleeding to stop and observed the superficial, if unfortunately very painful, wound left on his best friend. “Are you sure this is the only spot, Mei?”
Sitting on the edge of the van’s open back door and brow damp with sweat, Mei grinned at him, flashing a thumbs up. “Just there! Nothing a good wrap up can’t fix!”
He smiled back at her, “You were doing great out there, though! That dodge with the flames was so cool, you have to show me that later!”, and snatched a roll of bandage from the nearby first-aid set, preparing to help wrap it up when he felt a ping at the back of his mind.
Then MK’s vision flashed gold,
’Tag out!’
He sidestepped on instinct, out of the way just in time for Wukong to land beside him. “You’re up bud! I can take over here!”
MK grinned and passed the bandage roll to Monkey King’s waiting hand, turning to the fight raging behind them, his staff extending into his waiting hand in preparation to jump in.
As MK began to head out, Wukong pivoted and knelt down next to Mei, whose welcoming smile for the monkie twisted into pain as he gently positioned the bandages along her sliced leg. About to continue the patch up MK had started, he paused as he heard MK startle behind him.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” MK slid into his view once more and Wukong turned to him, “Here! Tag-out Snacks!” MK spun a fanny pack strung around his waist that Wukong hadn’t previously seen to the front, shrinking his staff once more to leave his hands empty.
Plunging his hand into the pack, MK rummaged around for a moment before he leaned forward to Wukong, hands now full of a small zip bag of peach slices and a still-dew-dropped bottle of water. Still holding the wrap, Monkey King extended his free hand towards the other and took the snacks, brow turned downward in mild confusion, “Uh, thanks bud!”
“No problem, gotta refuel! See you guys in a bit!” MK grinned at the both of them as an explosion behind him prompted him to resummon his staff and shoot off into the rapidly approaching explosions of debris.
Grinning at his protégé’s back, he turned back to Mei’s injury. “Did you also get snacks or did I get special Mentor Privileges?”
Mei stuck her tongue out as he began working on her leg, leaning back and snagging a bag sitting behind her as well. Holding it out to the monkie she shook it lightly, “Kiwi for me and my favorite bottled smoothie! Welcome to the Snack Gang!”
Wukong gently pressed down on the gauze, sealing the bandage, “Snack Gang?”
Mei hissed at the pressure, leaning back as the thick bandage settled against her injury. “Snack Gang! MK always brings snacks to outings, it’s his thing, everyone gets a snack!”
Injury patched, the monkie stood and moved to take a seat next to Mei, the two of them turning to watch MK as he shot at incredible speeds in and out of the dust clouds of the battle, occasionally stopping to set a rouge civilian down gently and point them to the evacuation zone. “Why am I not surprised?” Wukong laughed.
As they watched the fight, the dust dying down now as MK pushed the invader away from the city, the two of them were surprised to see a purple hawk swoop out of the wreckage and down onto the roof of the T.E.A.
“Back so soon, Mac?”
The bird disappeared in a puff of lazy purple smog, leaving the shadow monkie in it’s place, “MK said he’d handle pushing it out of the city. Didn’t want to hit anyone with the mech. The others are on their way back too.” At this, the three of them saw the cascade of blocks rising into the famous mech off in the distance.
“Speak of the devil.” Macaque sighed, and leaned off the edge of the van, falling gracefully into a squat in the last of the space in the open doorway. He hummed as he relaxed into the shade.
Wukong turned to him, looking over Mei who sat between them, “Need any patching while I’ve got the bandages ou-?” He was cut off by a sonic wave of dust reaching the van and buffeting them, shaking the T.E.A.
Out in the distance they could hear MK very faintly yell, “Macaque! Catch!”
A glint of gold and one piercing whistle later, Macaque caught a gently smoking paper bag, his brow furrowing as he opened it to reveal another small zipped baggie full of delicate plum slices.
His mouth opened, preparing to ask something, when a second whistle caught him off guard and he was nailed in the forehead by a bottle of water. The force threw him backwards into the T.E.A with a crash, MK’s voice echoing a quiet “Sorry!” behind it.
Mei leaned backwards to check on the dark-furred monkie, giggling, while Wukong exploded into a wheezing laugh and fell face-first out of the van, his arms wrapped around himself as he guffawed into the dirt.
Macaque groaned as Mei held his arm and pulled him upright, “Is that bandage still on the table? Good god, what are you feeding that kid, Wukong?”
The Monkey King’s laughter doubled, tears streaming out of his eyes, as he stood and snagged the first-aid kit once more and began to wrap Macaque’s head, as the other sullenly started to nibble on his fruit slices.
Soon after, another vehicle pulled up alongside them, Redson in the driver’s seat and Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy hanging out of the back windows, waving hello to those in the van.
Making the swap into their own vehicle, the others checked on Mei, Sandy gently patting her on the head once they confirmed she was alright. Tang and Pigsy took a seat on the ground outside while Sandy moved into the front seat to get the van started again.
Wukong’s smile returned once more as he watched the four of them gently remove paper bags from their own pockets and begin to take small bites from their own snacks, no doubt gifted to them as they left the battlefield.
A moment after the van had started, their attention was dragged back to the battle, as a golden beam of light shot into the sky, MK’s infectious laugh echoing in the shockwave around them. The light faded quickly and silence filled where there used to be the chaos of the battle.
They all sat back in the van, relishing in the peace after battle, the tang of fruit still fresh on in their minds to await MK’s return.