" Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened."

― Winston S. Churchill

(November 23, 2020: Former Atlas Academy, Atlas City, State of Solitas, Federal Republic of Remnant, Southern Pacific Area, 12:20 AM)

A young pink Kree with ponytail and two blue scars on his face had entered into a dark room with neon blue flashing Kree letters. He was wearing a dark rubber jacket and pants with turquoise trimmings. He had his jacket unzipped, revealing his prussian blue t-shirt.

He was confronting his master, a middle-aged blue Kree who was wearing a raven leather coat with silver trimmings. Just underneath his outer garment, he had a dark navy tunic. From a holographic video, he was watching the Remnite President's demise by another moustached brown-skinned Kree man with charcoal hair.

" You wanted to see me, boss? " the young man's Italian-American accent curiously echoed.

" Yes, Lieutenant Hec-Bron, " the tyrant calmly smiled and confronted his subordinate from the Kree Imperial Army. " I have a mission for you. "

" A mission, Boss Taryan? " Hec-Bron asked. " For Hala's sakes, what is it? Am I gonna tag along with Ar-Watt this time? "

" Ar-Watt has his own business, Hec-Bron. His focus is here in Remnant. I want you to do a different work. This has something to do with spying and observing. "

Hec-Bron heard his master's answer and got intrigued. He crossed his both arms and cocked his eyebrows. The young pink Kree soldier wondered what kind of mission he would be assigned.

" Boss, I'm just wonderin' who am I gonna keep an eye on? Secondly, am I assigned to assassinate this subject? Is he a human, Inhuman, mutant, exiled Kree, Lizard, Faunus, Shi'ar, Skrull, or any race in this cosmos? Just tell me, who? "

Taryan loudly clapped and gave his subordinate a hardy laugh. Hec-Bron looked baffled and waited for his master to respond. The blue skinned tyrant ceased his laughter and then grinned, showing a green scaled reptilian humanoid hybrid with a blue scar on his right side of the face.

" That subject is him, " Taryan pointed at the holographic image of the hybrid. " An SCP-682 clone with the Kree Eternal's genes. "

" Woah, woah, woah, sir. That guy is? "

" The humans from the Foundation labelled him as the secondary hard to kill reptile, but he is just an opposite of SCP-682. I had Colonel Yon-Rogg to keep an eye on that child since he is the true biological son of the traitor Methu-Selah and a younger relative of the late Captain Mar-Vell. "

" So, he's a Kree like us? "

" Half-Kree, Half-SCP object..."

Hec-Bron gasped in shock and intently eyed at the Kree-Lizard hybrid boy's image. He scratched his chin, became interested to pursue his mission in chasing for the boy, and asked, " Tell me, where is that kid's current location? "

" He has already migrated from the West Coast of Canada and on his way to Alaska. Yon-Rogg's men had followed him and distracted the Foundation's MTF Troopers, " Taryan replied and raised his right hand in interjection. " Perhaps, it's not too late to set on a journey. "

" Boss, I can fly a passenger jetpod and do a bird's eyeview in locating him, " Hec-Bron assured and chuckled. " I won't do an aerial assault on him, unless you have asked me to do so. "

" I am worried that the child may start searching for his delinquent ancient father, " Taryan seriously spoke and clasped his both hands. " I want you to see him meeting his deathbed and bleeding on his blue Kree blood. "

" I would do my best to watch him die on your allies' hands, boss, " the pink skinned lieutenant spoke. " Once this boy is eliminated, we can also hunt down his old man. "

" Good plan, Hec-Bron. I am looking forward for it. "

" A pleasure to work with you, Lord Taryan, " he respectfully bowed at his master. " I'll do my best to observe and let him kick the bucket. "

" Perfect..."

(FIVE DECADES LATER: UNDERGROUND TRISKELION BUILDING, WASHINGTON D.C.: 11:30 PM)

" Bottoms up, Kid! " the middle-aged pink Kree loudly laughed and watched the youngster's unsoberness and misery.

Amnon-Selah took his seventh bottle of beer and instantly gulped it. His face was turning in magenta to purple. For the ordinary humans, it was too strange to see him flushing in a different color. The bar patrons looked concerned at him and murmured.

" Is this Old Methu-Selah and Mrs. Danvers-Montmartre's son? " the African-American MTF Trooper curiously asked.

" Yep, mate, " the Englishman nodded. " Their bloke is now bloody plastered. I mean I saw the Elite Commander Izalieth punched him on the face. Montmartre got himself into a kerfuffle and had bonkers afterwards. "

" Hot damn, dude. "

" Why don't you ask him and your fellow MTF Trooper, over there? "

" Why do ya tend to eavesdrop this kid, eh? " Hec-Bron stood up from his seat, crossed his arms, and shot a glare at the two nosy men.

" Nothing, bud. We're just curious of what happened to him, " the African-American MTF Trooper nervously grinned and chuckled, changing his topic . " Say, aren't you supposed to pack-up and leave this place? "

" Right, mate, " his British counterpart added. " I would suppose to bring Agent Montmartre home if I were you. "

Hec-Bron evilly grinned and lowly whispered at Amnon's ear, " Throw them with your empty booze, kid..."

The drunk pink Kree gave the two men a deadly glare and held an empty bottle of beer. He was ready to engage into a fight and throwing it at them. The two quickly dodged when the bottle ricocheted into the air and got shattered.

" Yo, Montmartre, what the hell?! " the dark skinned MTF Trooper exclaimed in shock.

" Oh, you bloody hell, Montmartre! What has gotten into you?! " the Caucasian Englishman retorted. " Have you lost the pilot?! "

" Sh-shut the f@÷k up, you two! For Hala's-sh sh-sakes-sh, leave me...ALONE! " Amnon growled and indignantly used his left pointer finger at them.

Then, he threw another empty bottle at the two men. They instantly rushed away from him when it flew on the wall and shattered into pieces. Amnon panted and angrily clenched his right fist. Hec-Bron evilly smirked and watched the patrons fleeing away. Then, he turned to the emotionally tormented Kree Eternal's son and offered him an eighth and a ninth bottle of beer. Amnon picked and quickly opened it as he instantly drank it from bottom to top. The middle-aged Kree spy was pleased to see the young one drinking to his misery.

" Perfect, Amnon-Selah. Just perfect, nobody dares to mess ya up, " Hec-Bron gently patted the drunk young one's back. " You have to get even when they dare to banter ya..."

Amnon said nothing at the older one and opened another beer bottle. He quickly ingested it for the ninth time and didn't care about it. Hec-Bron intently grinned and deeply thought, " Just great. I'm gonna watch you die afterwards until you reach your fiftieth beer bottle. Your dear old parents will see you knocked down for good. No one will ever remember you. "

Just then, a cloaked dark being had gone walking on the hallway. He saw the blond pink Kree made his drinking spree after the harsh encounter with Kai and grew more concerned at Amnon than before.

" Amnon, what the hell?! " Shadow Reaper thought and widened his eyes in shock. " I'd better find his parents and let them know what he's doing right now. "

(Triskelion's Lobby Area: 12:00 MN)

Some MTF Troopers and the members of Rebel Forces kept patrolling and guarding the area when the remaining residents peacefully rested in their flats and decided to leave the building tomorrow morning. The others who were still awake were preparing to pack their belongings and weapons.

Skoúro Valour remained on the lobby couch and became sleepless, thinking of what happened yesterday morning aside from the sudden incident. She sadly sighed and recalled the time when she blurted the truth to Amnon about his father. The dark angel had no choice, but she did it in order to prevent Kai and Amnon from growing their heated argument. This time, she was looking around at the few crowd who went coming and going.

" I wonder what Amnon is doing right now? " she curiously thought. " I hope he and his father will forgive each other and start getting along. He can't remain sulking for a long time. "

Just then, she saw the elderly blonde Kree-Human hybrid woman talking to her ancient blue Kree husband. Carol Danvers-Montmartre seemed to be too worried where her son had been throughout the day as Methu-Selah comforted and assured. Skoúro turned her attention to the spouses, stood up, and approached them.

" Hi, " she slightly smiled to her greeting and asked. " I just wanna ask you two something, if you don't mind? "

" Yes, " Elder Carol Danvers-Montmartre nodded, hiding her anxiety. " Go on, Skoúro. "

" It's just that I have been worried that Amnon has gone elsewhere throughout the day, " the dark angel heavily sighed and anxiously answered. " I kept finding him, but he's nowhere in sight. Old Methu, Carol, I'm really sorry about your son. I could have stopped Kai from doing it. "

Carol's face turned sullen and glanced at her blue skinned spouse. Methu-Selah nodded in agreement, turned to the dark angel, and said, " Skoúro, it was never your fault. Don't blame yourself from that trouble. I should be the one who could reveal the truth to Amnon. It has already happened. "

" I know if Carol and I could have done this beforehand. This should never happen. Amnon would've been the happiest man in meeting you as his real father. "

" Skoúro, you should never stress yourself, " Carol sincerely smiled and gently held the dark angel's hand. " You did the right thing. I'm glad Methie helped you to let Amnon hear the truth, despite the conflict. My husband predicted this in the beginning. "

" She's right, Skoúro, " the Kree Eternal calmly spoke. " I'm going to explain him everything. Amnon is my responsibility and I have to correct this before I passed on. "

" With Carol's help? " Skoúro queried.

" Definitely. "

" Maybe, we should talk to him, right now, " Carol looked at her husband and suggested.

" But Carol, we don't know where he is, " Skoúro reminded the elderly half-Kree lady. " I hope he's fine right now. "

Methu-Selah closed his eyes and focused using his Kree Cosmic Awareness. He attempted to find Amnon's current whereabouts and saw him binge drinking with another pink Kree in an MTF trooper uniform who was about to leave him. The Kree Eternal instantly opened his eyes when the two ladies turned to their attention to him.

" Methie? " his elderly blonde half Kree wife called him. " Do you know where he is? "

" He has been excessively drinking with a pink skinned one at the Underground Triskelion's Bar, " Methu-Selah seriously replied.

" Wait, what?! " Skoúro gasped in disbelief. " You gotta be..."

"...Kidding?! " Carol continued the thought and explained. " Amnon told me that he was an alcoholic after his escape more than five decades ago. His late cousin, Mar-Vell and him had their happy hours in Los Angeles. "

" Carol, Old Methu, I'm sorry I didn't know he could go into his extremes, " the dark angel sadly sighed and humbly bowed. " I understood Kai had made him terribly upset yesterday. Then, we told Amnon the truth. I'm really sorry this is all my fault. "

" Skoúro, do not blame yourself, " Methu-Selah seriously spoke. " The fault is mine. I should have told him this beforehand. It's not too late to make amends to him. "

" I hope so..."

Suddenly, they noticed Shadow Reaper who just came from the underground area, anxiously cleared his throat, and looked at the three, " I'm not really sure if this is the right timing, but Amnon is not with himself. You'd better go and have a look at him. "

(Moments Later)

The blonde pink Kree reached at his eighteenth beer bottle as his vision began spinning around. He instantly finished his drink and took his device, playing an extremely loud 90's rock music in E-minor from Nirvana and started singing in slurred speech. Amnon didn't even care if anyone in the premises would get disturbed at his music. It started with in an E-minor electric bass guitar tab.

Come assh you are, assh you were
Assh I want you to be
Assh a friend, assh a friend
Assh an old enemy...

Take your time, hurry up
Choice-sh is-sh yourssh, don't be late
Take a ressht assh a friend
Assh an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoriaah...

Come dousshed in mud, ssshoaked in bleach
Assh I want you to be
Assh a trend, assh a friend
Assh an old

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoriaah...

And I ssshwear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoriaah...

And I ssshwear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun....

The song ended in a drum beat when Amnon took his nineteenth beer and opened the bottle. Without his knowledge, his parents and dark angelic friend had stepped into the doorway. He turned around and paused his alcohol intake.

" Hello, Dad...Hello, Mom...Hello, Sshkoúro. I thought you guyssh are gonna kick me out of Trisshkelionnn for good, " Amnon grinned and insanely spoke. " Kai punched my damn ugly fasshee, right?! You three sshould kill me, becausshe I'm the clone of the bassshthard, ESSH...ESSH...ESSH...ESSH...ESH. ESSH-SCHEE-PEEEEE...SSSHIX ATEEEY TWOOO! DID Y'ALL HEAR ME?! "

Skoúro remained silent and felt sorry for the pink Kree's demeanor. She heavily sighed and looked at his parents. Methu-Selah and Carol nodded at her and knew what to do if he would escalate further. Amnon stood up from his seat and shakily walked over to his parents and angelic friend in three steps forward and two steps backwards, holding and drinking his nineteenth beer bottle.

" Why aarre yah threeee ssho sshailent?! " the drunkard Kree tauntingly asked. " Did ya tell the truth about me and my damned deadbeat-dad?! HUH?! Did ya knoee whay Ayiee sshuffered sshome tremendousssh hellhole and bullss#!t for the passsht five decadessh! It all sshtarted with that Sshaite 19 f@c×in Foundation fassshilitiey! That Damn ESSSH SCHEE PEEEE SSSHIX ATEEEY TWOOO killed me! Then, I had gone after the earthquake. You helped me esshcape Sshkoùro! "

" Amnon, I just felt sorry that you would get hurt and die there, " the dark angel calmly broke her silence. " Look at you now, you're drunk! Please stop this! You're hurting yourself! "

" Hurting mysshelf?! Huh?! " Amnon repeated the words from Skoùro and boisterously laughed like a mad man. Carol and Methu-Selah shot a glare to their insanely unsobered son. " Ya know your damn trooperssh chasshed me along with thosshhe pink and blue skinssh and their lizzhard friendssh! I travelled around the world ssheeing and experiensshing misshery and pain! " Then, he looked at his mother and retorted, " Ya know all of theessh, Mom! I told you every word from me, I ain't lie to ya. But ya never resshcued me from thosshe bassshthardssh! Ya let me kidnapped by them!! "

Carol took a deep breath and said with a concern, " Kid, I have already understood everything from you. You have gone all through those. Your father and I are helping and rebuilding your life back from scratch. You're no monster, Amnon. You're our son and always be part of the family. Please, you need to stop right now! You have been staying up all night for this! "

" Sshtop?! Really, mother, really?! Ya know what happened to me, right?! That darn Kasshiussh made me into an murderer! I killed all those sshlavessh who resshisshted! I even desshtroyed my biological deadbeat father in Ethiopia! I dessherved to die! Come on, kill me ya three! I don't even care if no one rememberssh me! "

" Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre, you're getting out of your mind! " his father retorted. " What on Hala's going on with you! "

" I am an insshane persshon, father! Sshkoúro'sh right! The world isssh fooooooll of darkhnessssh! I have sssheeeen all of them!! Guesssh what?! I have beeen experimented chassshed, hunted, killed, abducted, enssshlaved, brainwasshhed, and even RAPED! "

" A-Amnon, W-what are you talking about?! " Skouro shakingly asked and widened her eyes in shock.

" That damn lizzhard in the sshlave den fell in love with me and forsshed me to make love with him! I didn't want that to happen anymore! Now, I'm drinking becausshe everything hasshh made me so missherable! " the drunk pink Kree continued. " Mar-Vell once told me to drink my sshorrows away! You three won't ssshtop me! You don't undersshtand what I have been through the yearssh! I had enough living in thisssh bull$=!t! I wissh I wassh dead! "

Amnon was supposed to throw his empty nineteenth bottle at the three and got hindered when the Kree Eternal tightly grabbed his son's right hand. The drunkard couldn't resist at his father's strong grip. He frowned and angrily gritted his teeth, but his eyes were becoming watery. The pink Kree's tears flowed on his face. Methu-Selah carefully let go of his son when Amnon fell onto his knees and bitterly wept. Carol and Skoúro turned to him. The Kree Eternal lowered himself down and threw his arms around his son, giving him a hug. His wife and her dark angelic friend joined him in comforting the distressed one.

" Why did you guyssh care for me? " Amnon asked and sobbed.

" Kid, we don't want you to lose yourself at times like this, " Carol calmly answered. " I, too, experienced my extreme downward spirals, but that doesn't mean you're gonna take your life. "

" We love you, Amnon, " Skouro sincerely smiled and added. " We're sorry that everything has gone through the worst parts of your life. I'm seeing your changes these days. Your parents always love you, I can't blame them. I know you love them so much. "

Amnon looked at his father and said, still weeping, " Dad, I've found you after all thessshe yearsssh, but I'm ssho messhed up. I'm ssho ssshorry..."

" Son, I should be the one who will say that to you, " the Kree Eternal sincerely smiled and replied, gently rubbing his youngster's back. " I love you so much, Amnon-Selah. I have been waiting for this happen. Now, here I am and reunited with you by all means. I am sorry for abandoning and not telling you the truth in the first place, but I'm so glad that your mother and I have spent the lost times with you. "

" I love you too, Dad..." Amnon wept and hugged his father. " Thank you...You still never give up on me. I will never give up on you, too. "

" You're always welcome, my dearest son..."

" Mom, Skoúro, I'm so sorry, but thank you for finding my real father..."

" Kid, we have forgiven you. We're glad to let it happen for the best, " Carol smiled.

" Your family is always there for you, Amnon. I have seen it, " Skoúro added. " They have been with you. You are always be loved by us. "

(Skoúro Valour by FlashlightMan)

(Shadow Reaper by Kaiju Reaper)

(Hec-Bron/Hector Bronco by valorithsaga)

(Come as You Are performed by Nirvana and composed by Kurt Cobain)