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It's a good spring day in California and the dagger squad are at the park, all of them taking the day off.
Rooster is grilling. He’s wearing a yellow Hawaiian shirt and jeans. Bob is sitting at one of the bench tables with Nat, playing uno and Payback, fanboy ad coyote are playing some football.
And Jake is just sitting under a tree. He's eating an ice cream sandwich he got from a vendor, he has on some light blue jeans and a white shirt that says howdy in pink cow print.
He takes a bite of his sandwich before shouting "can one of y'all get me a soda from the cooler?"
"Get it yourself." Nat says from the table and Jake flips her off. "Bob-" he starts off, but Bob cuts him off.
"A bit busy." He says while putting the card down and Jake scoffs. "Can't one of y'all be nice to me just for once?"
Everyone rolls his eyes at him, but Bradley puts his spatula down and goes over to the cooler. He opens it and gets out a Cherry Pepsi. Jake's favorite.
He goes over to Jake and holds out the soda for him. "Here, your Majesty." He says sarcastically and Jake grins while taking the soda. Then they hear Nat chuckle. "What so funny, Trace?" Jake ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh nothing.." she says with a smirk before continuing to speak. "It's just that all this time we thought you were some cocky jerk who loves to show off, when really you're just a princess."
Jake's sits up and glares at her. "And what makes you say that?”
"Your always so demanding, you expect to be waited on hand and foot, plus not to mention you grew up in a castle."
She's referring to the rich estate he got to live in Texas. His family owns a successful ranch in Huston and a vineyard, each worth about 10 million dollars. Jake pratically got to grow up in a mansion complete with Maids, Nannies and a few butlers.
When the squad found out that he was a spolied rich Kid, they all made tons of jokes about it.
"And Bradley here is your shining knight in armor."
"Screw you, Nat."
"Actually she's right." Coyote says and Jake looks at him with a bit of betrayal. "Some friend you are, coyote." He says with a huff and Coyote chuckles. "Come on man, think about it. Bradley is always getting you stuff, he drives you around most of the time and he's rescued you two times already."
"Both of those times I didn't really need his help." He mumbles.
"Yes you did." Bradley says.
One time Jake's jet was malfunctioning and when he ejected, Bradley flew to where he was since he was close to him and brought him back to base.
Another time Jake was at a bar and Jake being Jake, he pissed off a biker club member when he beat him at pool. The member was so angry that he whacked Jake with the pool cue. Bradley and the rest of the squad was with Jake that night when it happened and Bradley was the only one who leapt into action really quick. Without hesitation he punched the asshole in the jaw.
That night he had to carry Jake out of the bar bridal style because he was almost unconscious from being hit so hard.
"It’s three times actually. Last week Jake was too afraid to go in his locker because of a spider. So Bradley had to kill it for him.” Fanboy says.
They all laugh a bit and Jake feels his cheeks get red from embarrassment.
"Fuck all of you." He says and gets up, starting to walk off.
"Oh come on bagman, we're just joking around." Nat says, but Jake ignores her and goes to a different tree to sit down under.
Once he sits down, he glares at the crew a little more before going back to his ice cream. He's not a damn princess. He's one of the most talented pilots in the navy.
He keeps pouting a little and he takes out his phone. He goes to his YouTube app to look at some videos. He clicks on one with a baby calf in the thunbnail. After a few seconds of watching it he immediately starts to chuckle. In the video the calf is is trying to chase a butterfly.
While he watches his video, he enjoys the nice shade that's on him and the cool grass he's sitting on. It's so peaceful and there's less noise, unlike his last spot.
After a while he feels his eyes start to close, he's having a hard time staying awake.
In ten minutes he falls asleep under the shade, laying down on the grass.
———-
Something distrubs his sleep 30 minutes after. He feels something crawl on him. Something soft.
Jake slowly opens his eyes and he sees something grey and he fuzzy. He touches it and immediately likes how soft it feels.
After adjusting his eyes he sees that's a light grey rabbit. It's sniffing his face and laying down on his arm.
Jake looks at it with curious eyes before touching it again. "Where you come from?" He mumbles.
"Holy shit. You're a Disney Princess." Someone says and Jake looks up to see fanboy grinning at him. He takes out his phone. "I gotta record this. Guys look at this!”
The rest of the squad goes to where they are. "What, fanboy?" Nat asked, annoyed that her third game of uno was interrupted.
"Jake's a Disney Princess." He says and Jake glares at him.
"Shut up, Garcia." Jake says and looks at the rabbit. "Just because one critter decided to disturb me, doesn't make me a damn princess. Shoo, go away." He stands up and starts to walk away, but the rabbit starts to follow him.
"What? Do those big ears of yours not work? Go away." But the rabbit keeps following him, making everyone laugh.
"Lets see." Nat says. "Waited on hand and foot, always rescued and now animals following you around. Yep Jake's a Disney Princess."
Jake huffs and starts to walk away again, but before he could get far, he trips over a rock. Bradley is quick on his feet and stops Jake from falling to the ground by grabbing his waist and then turning him around.
He pulls Jake up and they’re close to each other, face to face.
"Um..you go okay?" Bradley ask.
Jake gives a look frustration. "I'm-"
"Once again the knight in shining armor has rescued the the Princess." Payback teases.
"I will kick your ass." Jake hisses while his cheeks turn pink. Then he turns his attention back to Bradley. "I'm fine, now let go."
He gets out Bradley's grip and heads back to one of the of the park tables.
The rabbit didn't go anywhere, it still here and it starts following Jake again.
"And you, stop following me."
But it still follows him anyway, making Jake sigh in frustration.
——-
At some point the rabbit finally went away and they’re all at the table, waiting for Bradley to serve to the food.
While’s he’s grilling, Jake looks at him with a bit of judgement. Bradley is doing it wrong. The meat is starting to look too dark almost burnt and some of the burgers don’t even look cooked enough.
He stands up and goes over to Bradley. “You’re fucking this up, who taught you how to grill?”
Bradley looks a little confused and looks at the food on the grill. “Everything looks fine to me.”
“Fine? Are you kidding me? The burgers are still looking raw and you’re over cooking the steak. Plus where’s the sauces and stuff? You didn’t put a marinate on anything?”
“I was going to let you guys put on your own sauces once I was done.”
As a proud texas man who loves barbecue, Jake isn’t going to let him continue to ruin this.
He snatches the spatula from Bradley’s hand. “Move over. I’ll show you how this is done. In fact I’m throwing these out and starting over with this.”
Everyone groans and Jake rolls his eyes. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later. Now I can still save the steaks, but the burgers I’m definitely restarting.”
“Cooking for us? Thanks princess.” Mickey says. If looks could kill, Mickey would be completely incinerated.
“Princesses aren’t the only ones to cook, dumbass.”
“Yeah, but your always so fussy about it. Also you tend to whistle a happy tune or hum when you do it. In fact I bet if you do it right now, birds would join with you.”
Jake gives him a look that clearly says ‘you’re a moron.’
“Oh yeah, that will definitely happen.” He says sarcastically.
“Try it.” Bob says. “A rabbit already followed you, so it could happen.”
Jake rolls his eyes again. “Fine. But only to make you guys look stupid.” Jake whistles a tune and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears a chirping sound.
He looks over to a tree and sees a bird. He hesitate before whistling again. The bird Chirps along.
“What the fuck?” He mumbles while everyone snickers.
He flips everyone off before focusing on grilling. At some point he finds himself so calm while cooking, that he almost can’t help but whistle a little, forgetting what happened earlier.
But he curses as soon he hears the same damn bird chirping while he whistles.