python in captivity — o, powers

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob had never had any sort of powers but he had gotten in a few fights. Most wouldn't think it from looking at him and he still wasn't actively trying to find fights or conflicts. If anything, each time he'd ended up in a real fight had been some kind of accident or someone had tried to hurt him first. Even then, though, Jacob's version of 'fighting' was... sub-par to say the least. When he was little he'd been kidnapped by a different group in the city and his Babbo had to come with a team of other friends and family to save Jacob. While it sounded fairly simple, Jacob had been forced to watch as his family fight the other group, some of which were killed or severely injured in the process. He'd cowered in the corner and hadn't watched most of it but after that day he'd been terrified of doing anything that caused anyone any sort of harm. Jacob knew how to fight. Most didn't think he did but Vito had made sure he knew how to defend himself if he ever got in a bad situation. The only problem was the actual idea of fighting absolutely terrified him. He never wanted to hurt anyone for any reason, even if it put his own well being at risk. Now, if Jersey or Harrison were being hurt, that would be an entirely different situation. Jacob tended to value other's lives over his own and he'd be more willing to step in and stop someone if the primary target was someone dear to him rather than the wolfdog himself.

Jacob had been out on a walk while he reflected on his past experiences, thinking of all that'd occurred in his time in the city. It was odd to think he'd spent a majority of his life there when Snowbound had quickly become his home. His family wasn't here and he missed them all dearly but he genuinely enjoyed the time he spent in this place. Suddenly, there was a strong wind that nearly sent Jacob tumbling but he barely managed to stay on shaking legs. He heard a yelp in the distance and made his way over as fast as he could, which was now at an even slower rate than usual considering his legs protested against such movement after his fall. When he arrived, he saw Aizawa on the ground and a stranger running off somewhere. "Aizawa! Are ya' alright? I was jus' passin' by n' there was some kinda' wind. Do ya' know wha' 'appened? N' who was tha' runnin' off?" The questions came from him without a thought as he hurried to the older man. The healer's eyes looked over him, searching for any sign of injury. He could still remember finding Izuku surrounded by everyone but him just a few days ago and how terrified Harrison had been. He'd been treating the injuries ever since his return but he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand another major injury in the same week. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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