MHA #2 | Saturday Evening

[knife_bender]

Diego's usual Tuesday evenings were nothing glamorous. He was almost always alone (Five puttering around the guest room didn't count), and he fell into a sort of routine on the days Annie was in New York working. He'd work out, come home, shower, make a sandwich for dinner and then settle down with a book or TV until he felt like going to sleep.

Tonight was no different. He was currently post-sandwich, and well on his way to picking a channel to veg out to.

[3 for 3 today. For the girl!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"So romantic. So much better than my usual Tuesdays," Annie decided softly, snuggling her head into his shoulder with a happy little sigh.

And her Tuesdays could sometimes be fairly exciting, but pretty much nothing beat cuddling with Diego in her book.

[knife_bender]

"This is the best Tuesday I've had in awhile," he agreed, making himself comfortable and maybe holding her a little bit closer to him. "Now you've spoiled me."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I could switch my schedule around," Annie teased, trailing a foot idly along one of his legs. "But then I'd probably have to be back at the tower on Saturdays, and who would bother you at work?"

[knife_bender]

"We definitely can't have that," Diego said. "I might literally die if I had to spend every Saturday at work alone."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"And I can't have that," Annie replied, shaking her head against his shoulder. "So I'll have to keep sacrificing Tuesdays. Along with Sunday nights and Mondays and Wednesday mornings. I can't believe we've been doing this for almost a year."

And here she'd worried about the distance making things difficult on their relationship. It wasn't always easy, and there were plenty of lonely nights (and mornings, and afternoons), but it wasn't so bad now that they'd figured out a routine.

[knife_bender]

"God, we have, haven't we?" It was honestly pretty amazing how easily they fell into the routine once they had it figured out. "I can't believe we didn't even live together the first couple months of it."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"My poor, lonely apartment, sitting there empty while I run here and live in your shirts all weekend," Annie teased, tugging lightly on his sleeve to emphasize her point. "We figured it out. We're, like, experts at this part-time long-distance thing now."

[knife_bender]

"Super experts," he agreed with a nod. "We can only hope we didn't jinx something by being so cocky."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We can deal with it if we did, because we're experts," Annie declared as she curled a little closer, and wow way to just, like, ask for it, Annie. "Can't get worse than last spring."

But she also had the utmost confidence that neither of them would ever let things get anywhere close to as bad as last spring ever again.

[knife_bender]

"Didn't last spring get worse by last fall?" Diego asked lightly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We had a whole summer in-between," Annie pointed out. A summer where she'd fallen into a hole, sure, but still. "And I feel like you and I came out on the other side of last fall pretty solid."

Even given that they'd had probably their worst fight in the middle of that. Really, two of the worst (and only) arguments they'd ever had came out of last fall.

(And also, last fall was still sort of...ongoing, really. She was a little afraid to go look at the math board and see if any progress had been made.)

[knife_bender]

"We did," he said, kissing the top of her head. "And it's been pretty smooth since then. Missing family aside."

Because, yeah, that was always a big thing on his mind.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We'll find them," Annie said, almost a reflex as she reached for his hand and gently rubbed a thumb along the inside of his wrist. "Are you doing okay with how long it's taking to find them?"

She had a pretty good idea of how he was doing with it -- again, a benefit of being as close as they were -- but she more just wanted to open the floor for him to talk about it, if he wanted.

[knife_bender]

Diego huffed. "I am not okay with it at all. But it's not like I can do anything about it."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You can talk to me about it," Annie offered softly, giving his hand a little squeeze. "This shit was hard in September." And that had been, you know. Six months back.

"I'm sure they're okay," she added, just to be reassuring (and also because she believed it, genuinely. Okay, scratch that, she was super worried about both Klaus and Vanya when she let herself really think about it, but -- they were probably okay.) "But...I dunno. It was so nice seeing you with them."

Maybe a little rocky at first, sure. But the underpinnings of a family were all there.

[knife_bender]

"I missed being around them," Diego admitted. "What if they were okay and now they're not because we took so long?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Five says if he does it right," Annie said, trying to keep any notes of doubt out of her voice, "no time will have passed for them at all. So...maybe? Maybe they're in a tough spot now, because it's taking awhile. But isn't that the thing about time travel? Maybe we can just catch them right where they landed."

She shifted a little closer. "Do you think you'll see them more often, once we get them back?" She was just going to speak in the assumptive there -- they would get them back. Not even a question.

[knife_bender]

Diego shrugged. "Maybe? I mean, our home is gone. We only have each other, right?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well, that just made her cuddle a little closer to him. "You guys lost so much and you haven't even been able to process it together," she agreed softly. "But -- I guess I feel like it would also be really easy for you guys to go your separate ways for good, if that was what you wanted."

Without the house, or Pogo, or Grace to bind them -- or even Reginald -- it really did just come down to the siblings admitting they liked being around each other, from where Annie was sitting.

[knife_bender]

"It easy enough to go our separate ways the first time," Diego agreed, running his hand down her arm back and forth. "I hope it doesn't turn out that way."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"It won't if you don't want it to," Annie told him, tilting her head to press a soft, comforting kiss to his jaw. And she meant that -- in a way, it kind of hinged on Diego, since. Well. She hadn't noticed anyone else really picking fights with the others. (Aside from the whole thing where Vanya had tried to kill her and Allison specifically and then had brought down the house and killed Pogo and Grace in the process, but that seemed like a...one-off. Different from Diego's attitude towards his siblings.) "And you know I'll do whatever I can to get them back for you, too. I could try poking around the tower and see if we have any time travel stuff in the works, maybe?"

Oh, good, maybe she could blackmail another childhood friend.

[knife_bender]

"God, that would be scary if Vought was working on it." Knowing them they'd go back and make WWII end a little differently.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Just imagine Vought in cahoots with Five's former employers. A recipe for disaster.

"Yeah, but it also wouldn't shock me," Annie admitted, shrugging a shoulder lightly. "Maybe there's a hero who can do it, too, and I can make friends with them."

Maybe they'd even be friendlier than their current time-travel hope, but Annie knew too many heroes to get that optimistic.

[knife_bender]

"I appreciate you just thinking about how to help," Diego said with a smile. "More than I'm doing right now."

All he was doing was...being near Five? And hoping that his powers somehow changed to help the situation?

[defenderofdesmoines]

He could try hugging Five, you know. Hugs were right there as an option.

"All of this just kind of makes me want to try to, like, take care of you," Annie admitted, coloring slightly because that sounded so lame. "Like, I know I can't really help, so I just...keep trying to think of ways to support you. And Five, I guess."

But no, that was a pretty telling slip: she mostly was worried about making sure Diego got through all of this okay. Five wasn't going to talk to her about his feelings or what he needed, anyway.