MHA #2 Sunday Morning

[knife_bender]

Yesterday had been uneventful for Diego, and he only minimally teased Annie about somehow getting roped into teaching before going back to his place and doing what they usually did when they were alone together. He probably should have known that an average day was just a prelude to a truly weirdass day.

Right now however everything was calm and quiet and Diego was fast asleep with an arm and a leg flopped over Annie because being unconscious would not stop the cuddling.

[For two!]

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[apocalypsehow]

"Terrible. The planet and everyone on it was dead," Five said with some aggressively fake cheer.

[knife_bender]

At least Diego didn't leave her for long? Not long enough for things to get really weird at least.

"Here," Diego said, shoving clothes into Five's hands. "Don't say I never gave you anything."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh boy, stylish," Annie noted dryly, because the future sounded awful but she also couldn't tell if maybe Five was joking? So it was just a lot easier to focus on the fact that she totally recognized those clothes.

[apocalypsehow]

It was possibly why he said it that way. Also, all that sweet trauma and social isolation.

Five frowned for a moment, running his fingers over the fabric as he remembered the last time he wore this dumb thing. "Thanks. Get better coffee next time."

And teleported away rather than show emotions or say goodbye or something normal like that.

[knife_bender]

Diego sighed, rubbing at his forehead. He wished he hadn't broken his coffee maker because now he really needed coffee.

He looked over at Annie. "Still want to meet the rest of my family?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie sighed, giving a little shrug as she broke off half her Poptart and offered it out to Diego, because that little shit had taken the box with him, damn it. "They're not all like him, right?"

Though, seriously, based off of what she'd already been told and what she had seen for herself, the Hargreeves did not have a great batting average as far as...like, niceness. At this rate she was hoping she might be able to befriend Allison, if she was lucky.

[knife_bender]

"No," Diego said, accepting the Poptart. "Some of them are worse."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Who?" Yeah, no, Annie was calling bullshit. "Who is worse than that?" She gestured at the space where Five had just been, a little worried he might reappear at any second.

[knife_bender]

"Luther. Vanya," he said. "Five can be funny if, you know, it's not you he's making fun of."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Now was not the time to bring up Vanya's book, though she really, really wanted to talk about that.

"Well, Luther is on the moon, so I wasn't planning on meeting him anyway," Annie said agreeably enough. "How do we keep Five from doing that again?"

Because seriously, Diego, they did a lot of private things, and if Five showed up during one of those times Annie really might try to kill him.

[knife_bender]

"...I don't think we can," he admitted. "He's always kind of just popped in wherever he wanted."

Which was extremely annoying but Diego was used to it, even with the sixteen year break.

"Maybe he won't do it now he knows I have a girlfriend?" Doubtful.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"If he comes in here," Annie said very slowly, "and we're - "

Okay, she wasn't going to put a verb in there partially because she was too rattled to come up with a polite euphemism, but also because frankly they did a lot of things she wouldn't want Diego's brother to see. Not all of them were sexy! (Most of them were. But there was also a lot of really sweet, intimate cuddling that was private! And Annie's middle-of-the-night Poptart raids, damn you for taking the box, Five.)

" - I am not responsible for my hands," she concluded, wiggling the fingers of one hand at him to make her meaning very clear.

[knife_bender]

"Understood," Diego said, unable to keep from smiling at that. "Please, feel free to kick his ass."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"He moves fast." So it wasn't like she could throw him against a wall, as was her preference, sigh. "So like is he going to be around all the time, now? What the hell was that?"

Oh, sure, Annie, ask the relevant questions after Five left.

If he was going to be around, though, she would at least have to give it a second try on getting him to like her. (And a third. And a fourth...)

[knife_bender]

"I have no idea," Diego said. "And don't expect me to get answers because you saw how he is. He's an asshole."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I still don't get why he's a little boy?" Annie added, like if she thought about it hard enough maybe she could come up with an answer. "But also he says he's, like, older than my parents?"

That was very confusing.

[knife_bender]

"Time travel," Diego said with a shrug, like that explained everything. "The last thing Dad said before Five ran off was that he was making a mistake messing with time travel. I bet that drives him nuts -- nothing is worse than when Dad is right about something."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Ugh, now Annie was stuck feeling a little bad for Five as well as Vanya, though at least they'd both done things to temper how bad she felt for either of them. Because that all really had to suck.

"...you don't think he's a new teacher at the school, do you?" Because she was just now catching up to the timing of all of this. "Oh, God, he might be a student."

Either one seemed kind of likely.

[knife_bender]

"I can't decide which option would be funnier." Both were pretty damn hilarious to him.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Ah, but the funniest option of all remained unrealized: that Five was, in fact, a student in Annie's class.

"This is a lot for before coffee," she sighed, rubbing her temple and glaring at the coffee maker.

[knife_bender]

"Yeah," he agreed. "We can get dressed and go eat somewhere?"

Somewhere Five couldn't find them, order half the restaurant and then make Diego pay for it.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I was totally already going to try to talk you into waffles before that all happened," Annie admitted, gesturing to where Five had been. "And now I feel like, yes, syrup is going to be necessary to get through this day."

So yes, Diego, you would be taking her out to breakfast now, because holy shit, this morning.