BROTHERHOOD
A Project Wingman Fanfiction
Written by ANORMAL_Leaf on IMGFlip
Based off of Project Wingman by RB-D2
Rowsdower Air Force Base: Northern Cascadia:
Two Days after the Cascadian Calamity
Monarch, was not in the best of moods. He always had something to complain about at the end of the day. This time, it was something important. Monarch felt like the only person he could trust while telling it to them was Prez. She was sitting on the hill, her short, blonde hair glistening in the sunset. He sat down next to her and said “Robin, can I tell you something?” “Go ahead.” Prez replied. Prez could sense worry in Monarch’s eyes. Though he almost never took off his helmet, she could read behind his visor, and into his dark green eyes.
“You know Crimson 1, the self-absorbed maniac working with the Federation.” Monarch continued. “Well, he’s my brother.” “Go on, tell me more.” Prez said. “We grew up together in Southern Cascadia.” “We both stuck together, no matter what happened, we were wingmen, comrades, we even had similar insignias.” “Until one day, when I used to work with him in the C.A.F., he betrayed my teammates, and he shot my plane down.” Prez looked at him. She lifted up his visor, and saw tears in his eyes. “I can’t kill him.” “Even if I’m supposed to, I would hesitate, and he’d kill me first.”
Prez grabbed his hand. The second she did, he felt calm, secure, cool-headed and proud. Monarch faintly blushed under his oxygen mask. “Tell me, I know you can kill him.” “He can’t be fixed.” “It’s time to let go, Monarch.” Prez said. “Gosh, I think I’ve heard those words before, but they're memories from a different ace.” Monarch said. For a moment, they looked at each other. Prez embraced the young ace in a hug. “I know how you feel, but what about me?” “I know you have a heart for me.” “Just say it.” Prez said.
“Maybe later.” Monarch replied. He then felt a sense of rage, and heartbreak from his older brother’s betrayal. “Fine, I’ll do whatever it takes to kill the man.” “Plus, I think it’s fair we have a rematch.” “That’s what I wanna hear, big guy.” Prez said. Monarch smirked under his oxygen mask. “Hey, Kaiser’s calling me, I got to go.” As he left, Prez looked at him and smiled. She did understand him, and felt glad that he shared his feelings with her. Then, a thought emerged in the WSO’s mind. “I think I like him…” Prez blushed, and tried to hide the thought. No, she never liked him, but she was good friends with him.
