Closure

February 24, 2018:

Marcos and Lorna go to Colombia to try to find closure for Marcos in regards to his family.

Colombia, Bogota

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NPCs: Mr. and Mrs. Diaz

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Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

*

Colombia. 11:00am.

Eclipse had managed to decide that it was high time he returned home. and Lorna, the most beautiful woman alive, insisted that she come along with him, despite her pregnancy. and so, after calling in a favor from Illyana to provide an instant teleportation to the target zone. Rather, Bogota.

"Jesus…..it's been quite some time. Since I've been here…" he sighs a moment, Lorna by his side and his hand in hers as he looked about. Even she could see by the way he was standing there, almost motionless, the number of memories that flooded through his head. Both the good….and the horrific.

A small sigh then as people still walked those streets like Marcos and Lorna weren't even there. "I slept in a box when I was kid, on that corner of thes treet." he says then.

*

Lorna hadn't made the attempt to hide her hair or to blend in more. Though her usual guise of punk-rocker typically worked, her face was sort of plastered all over the International news as Magneto's daughter these days. Oh well. Still, she was determined to go with Marcos to Colombia and face whatever he wanted to face from his past.

The young woman stood rooted to the spot beside him as the scenery changed to Bogota's busy city-scape. The language shift, to something she didn't really have the ability to follow had her edging closer to Marcos slightly.

Lorna wore her black tank-top and cargo pants, loaded up with a chain belt, metal bracelets, rings and screws for earrings. To top off the punk look, was the thick layer of eyeshadow and lipstick she wore. It was better cover for her to blend into regular society than anything else.. Still, it was overwhelming, and she edged closer to Marcos, hooking her hand with his as they walked.

"You won't ever have to again." She whispered.

*

Marcos was wearing his traditional red flannel with blue jeans and boots. His hand is easily claimed by Lorna as they both look over the side of the city where Marcos found his childhood….his very, very rugged and dark childhood. Her words whispered to him and his hand claimed, Marcos looks to Lorna then, looking her in the eyes and kissing her lips briefly. "Never again." He looks back to where he was as a child.

"Never." Never would he let that happen to his family, never would he let that happen to his soon-to-be born baby girl. Alas, he walks with her then as their fingers intertwined and held closer together. He eventually finds one of the houses at the more middle of an adjacent street. "…that's where I lived with my parents before I was thrown on the street…can't even remember what the problem was anymore. Probably didn't want another mouth to feed….times were hard." he says then with a frown then. "I lived across the street in that box…believing that maybe they'd let me back in." he sighs then, quiet rage in his voice, but also profound sadness.

"I'm alright." he says before she even asks, he looks around then. "No matter where I am…this is home." he looks then to Lorna. "You, are my home."

*

Marcos was wearing his traditional red flannel with blue jeans and boots. His hand is easily claimed by Lorna as they both look over the side of the city where Marcos found his childhood….his very, very rugged and dark childhood. Her words whispered to him and his hand claimed, Marcos looks to Lorna then, looking her in the eyes and kissing her lips briefly. "Never again." He looks back to where he was as a child.

"Never." Never would he let that happen to his family, never would he let that happen to his soon-to-be born baby girl. Alas, he walks with her then as their fingers intertwined and held closer together. He eventually finds one of the houses at the more middle of an adjacent street. "…that's where I lived with my parents before I was thrown on the street…I was a mutant. The persecution coupled with the fact that they probably didn't want another mouth to feed was what did it….times were hard." he says then with a frown then. "I lived across the street in that box…believing that maybe they'd let me back in." he sighs then, quiet rage in his voice, but also profound sadness.

"I'm alright." he says before she even asks, he looks around then. "No matter where I am…this is home." he looks then to Lorna. "You, are my home."

*

Lorna leaned against him, her hand giving his own a gentle squeeze as she returned his kiss. "I know." She whispered, smiling gently at him. "Our little Aurora will never be without. Never without her parents.. or a home. She'll have the most wonderful father.." She leaned her head against his own briefly, her other hand cupping his cheek gently.

Her gaze swung around to the house he pointed out, and her brow furrowed faintly. "Did you want to see if they still live there?" She ventured, her voice gentle and careful. This was a tender subject, a touchy one. It was a dark part of Marcos' past and she knew he hated it.

More over, she wasn't entirely sure if she could control her anger if she did meet his parents..

*

Marcos rests his head on hers then as she nuzzled up against him, cheek cupped as his kiss is returned, he looks Lorna in the eyes for the longest time. "We'll watch over our little girl. We'll protect her." he keeps close to Lorna then, kissing her cheek.

He looks right into her eyes as then, her words that he would be an amazing father -really- hitting home. He wipes away a tear as he looks at the house. "…No. That memory should be left buried." He says then, looking at Lorna then, "Besides….even if they did still live there….I don't know how I would react to that meeting."

*

Lorna sighed against him, glancing back at the house even as Marcos teared up. "I could rip the house off the foundations and make sure no one ever dares live there again if it helps?" She offered, arching a brow upwards as she looked back to him.

"Or we could knock on the door and see if they still live there and walk away?" She arched a brow, offering a weak smile. "Obviously it bothers you Marcos. And I've dragged you all over for my own resolutions with my family. I can't condemn you wanting to do the same. You want closure, we're here for that. If it's not talking to your parents.. maybe we could seek someone else? Other family members? Go to some where you always wanted to.. do something?"

*

Marcos has a smile back to his face when Lorna offers that she rips the house piece by piece if it helped, but he shook his head. "Nah….who knows? what family I knew could have left in the years since I've been here." he looks then to Lorna as she offers him a slew of suggestions and really shares her heart with him. He takes a small breath, musters up the courage he's built over the years doing crazy shit like joining the X-Men and smuggling mutants to freedom.

"Alright…we go see who's home." he gives her hand a squeeze then as he takes the first steps. Though Lorna definitely knows the 'quirks' that Marcos has when he's nervous. His breathing is controlled, but that's a struggle. His hand squeezes just -slightly- tighter than normal as he walked up to that door, lifting a hand, but there's that hesitation. it lasts for about three seconds, and what he does next is admirable.

He knocks.

Let no man call Marcos Diaz a coward.

*

Lorna crossed the busy street of Bogota along side her fiance, holding his hand continulously and watching him with rapt attention. A shrug followed as he waved off her offer to rip the house apart. Oh well. Even as he steeled himself and mustered up his courage to knock as they climbed the front stoop and stood before the door she gave him all the time he needed. All the time he'd want, to think about going back and leaving.

She certainly didn't knock Spanish well enough to try to follow whatever conversation was going to come.. And she desperately wished she had thought to poke a telepath to bring along.

*

It takes about four seconds for someone to walk up to the door, see who it is, and unlock it. Well, those are good signs right? Until…it's revealed to be an old man, about slightly shorter than Marcos but bears a very distinct likeness to Eclipse. The old man freezes for a moment in his steps, an elderly woman not far behind him, but clearly not as worn. Both of them just stare at Marcos as Marcos begins to speak his native Spanish. ..Hey, dad..mom. he recognized them -immediately-. Lorna could connect the dots easily enough, even if she wasn't fluent in the language.

I just wanted to see if you two were still here…I don't hold any hatred for you..becoming angry at the past, regardless of your reasoning, wouldn't cahnge anything. But I want you to know that I'm happy…I'm successful, and I'm getting married. Trash became treasure…and I've done something with my love. his voice becomes shaky a moment but he steels himself very easily enough.

He looks to Lorna then, before looking then to his parents, speaking in English, which they understood. "and I'm going to be a father…and I know that if you hadn't thrown me out as a child, I'd have never have met Lorna, or grown as a person, or..came across anything that I have in this life. Things would have been different…and because of that, thank you." a squeeze to Lorna's hand as he turns on his heel, ready to walk away.

*

Lorna kept silent, watching as the door swung open and revealed.. what were obviously Marcos' parents. She stared at them, her lips pursed into a thin line as she struggled to not get angry. Struggled to not lose her temper and go off on them for what they did, for how they'd treated their son at his most vulernable. For leaving him to the Cartel and leaving him to people like Carmen…

She broke off that mental train of thought, she couldn't follow the conversation in Spanish.

It was frustrating… a look passed to Marcos as he switched to English, for her benefit most likely. Her hand gaze his a gentle tug though as he made to flee before they had a chance to respond. Her gaze rooted to his elderly parents. She wanted to see their reaction. Their response to their child that they had abandoned, kicked out and disowned.

"Your son is a hero. He saves lives. You should be proud of him. And he's a good man, no thanks to you and your mistreatment." She sneered the last part, some of her bite entering her voice.

*

Marcos paused when Lorna tugged on his hand, turning part way to see Lorna tell off his parents, something that he wholeheartedly supported, given their completely heartless nature towards him as a child. His parents look shocked that their son is still alive, and the words said by the two of them seem to hit home completely..but they don't respond. His mother puts a hand over her heart and moves to leave as a hand covers her mouth. Perhaps the guilt finally caught up with them years ago? Alas, his father looks at Marcos and he straightens Marcos's shirt. Seems he realizes that Marcos wasn't what he thought he was, and he looks his boy up and down. He says not a word, but there's a subtle look of pride on his face, especially after Lorna's words. But alas, he turns heel and he closes the door after another look at his son.

Marcos is frozen for a moment, before he nods a few times, a deep breath. "Closure." he says then as he squeezes Lorna's hand. She said that about -him-. He loved her so much right now. he kisses her right then and there..and it lingers a moment before he pulls away. "Thank you for this."

*

Lorna looked as if she'd say more, react more violently, she was balanced on a knife's edge, ready and willing to lash out at the old couple if they so much as breathed a hint of a slur against Marcos. But they didn't, and some of the anger bleeds away and out of her expression. The heat simmering and dimished entirely as Marcos' mother presses a hand to her mouth and backs away. The look on his father's face, the way that the elder Diaz straightens his son's shirt..

Lorna remained frozen in astonishment. Even as the door slipped shut. It seemed she was just as stunned as her fiance. Even as he inhaled and turned to her to steal another lingering kiss.

A whisper of a smile pulled at her expression as she reached up a hand to run along his jawline.

"You deserved this and so much more, Marcos. Come on, show me where the best restaurant in town is? I want to see how much I can spend here and leave a few impressions on the locales. That way your parents will hear all about your fabulous American bride and won't get a moment's rest. Yeah?"

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