knife_bender | MHA #2 | Wednesday Morning

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MHA #2 | Wednesday Morning

The weekend had been weird, but the kind of weird where the good outweighed the bad, so Diego couldn't really complain. The Five thing had been weird. Same with the lack of powers and tattoos. But, he was happily married, and apparently had some awesome kids that could throw a rager. So, really no reason to mope.

Just a lot of not asking questions was happening over here. Instead he was just...very, very focused on the Food Network the last couple days. Maybe one day he'd actually cook something he learned on TV.

[For the fiancée, and open to anyone who wants to stop by for some reason]

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"Yeah. Seemed pissed off about it, really," Diego said. "Of course it might be because of jealousy since he was missing an arm."

Maybe don't be so clumsy, Five.

"How are you holding up after all that?" She had gone straight to work and Diego had gone straight into denial so the subject hadn't really come up until now. "Your job..."

Well. He didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing she didn't seem to be working for Vought anymore in the future.

Annie shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know? Like, it makes sense that I wasn't on the team -- honestly, Maeve and Homelander are both kind of old to still be active for most heroes." And Black Noir was old enough to be everyone's dad and yet maintained his spot, not that Annie knew that. "And I always figured I'll take a step back when we have kids. But it was kind of weird that I didn't seem to be...consulting, or anything."

Especially given the fact that Starlight was, like, record-breakingly popular. Vought probably wouldn't have let her take that big a step back unless something drastic had happened.

"Poor Five," she added. He wasn't, like, her favorite Hargreeves (she could provide a ranking on request) but losing a limb seemed pretty fucking horrific.

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"Five probably had it coming," Diego said with a wave of his hand. "It wasn't even his right arm."

He was just being a baby about it.

"We seemed happy, though. Despite the powers and job thing."

"We seemed really happy," Annie agreed softly, smiling at him as she snuggled in closer. And she kind of wanted to talk to him a little about what she had noticed about the timeline, there -- but she also didn't want to skate right past the powers thing. "How do you feel about it? The no powers, the...being happy without them?"

"Can't really complain about it if it was happy, can I?" he said with a shrug. "It's the how that's freaking me out."

"You could complain. I mean, who knows how much time you'd had to make peace with it by then," Annie pointed out. Though, again with the timeline -- if he'd had a lot of time to get over it, it was probably happening sooner than later. "I don't know of anything at home that takes away powers, for what it's worth."

It was also strange that Annie's had been intact, but that wasn't that unusual; the sources of their gifts seemed so different (the Hargreeves' powers might have been a relative mystery, but it seemed to be the consensus that the answer was probably not 'injected with Compound V as infants') that that kind of thing didn't throw her too much.

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"I think Five still had his?" Diego said. "I mean, I didn't see him use them but he's really dependent on his so I figured a mental breakdown would have happened if his were gone."

Maybe that's how the arm went. Just ripped off his own arm he was so upset.

Sounded about right.

"Yeah, he like, refuses to just walk places," Annie noted. "He kept yanking me all over the place when we were looking for you in Dallas. But to be fair, mine aren't even like...something I depend on, and I'd be lost without them, too."

Like, very possibly not as chill as Diego had been, even given the amount of time that might have passed.

"I think you'd manage just fine," Diego said, pressing a kiss against her cheek. "Maybe I'm fine with it because I have you and the kids."

Annie could easily see Diego taking all of that superhero drive and turning it into being Super Dad even with his powers, so that made sense -- and that was attractive in a way that felt wholly different from her usual, baseline, 'Get over here, you incredibly sexy man' attraction to him. Hearing Diego talk about their children kind of knocked her sideways, and she loved it.

"So about the kids," she noted softly. "Did you pick up how old they were?"

"Old enough to know how to throw a sweet party," he joked. "They were just out of high school, right?"

"And it was twenty years in the future," Annie pointed out. "Which means...we have them in, like, the next year or two."

If the twins were right around eighteen, and she had to spend nine months being pregnant with them first...it really pointed more to the next year. The 'or two' was just a buffer because she wasn't a mathematician and the future was, as demonstrated by these kids' names, always shifting.

"Really?" he said slowly, not realizing it would be that soon. Much like with the powers thing, it wasn't worrying him like he thought it should have.

Then again, being worried was kind of stupid. His kids were cool, why wouldn't he want to meet them sooner?

But, still. He knew it was a lot, especially considering that it was Annie carrying the twins and her job she'd have to contend with. "What do you think about that?"

Annie hadn't even thought about what Vought would do with pregnant Starlight. She already had a line of diapers; they'd probably want to monetize the shit out of it. But as resolute as she'd been about trying to maintain Diego's privacy as much as she could -- she'd quit on the spot the second Seth or Evan from Marketing suggested using their babies to sell something. Absolutely not.

Something to think about, for when the time came.

"I think," she said slowly, "that it's sooner than what I'd pictured, but I can't wait to see how good a dad you're going to be."

She was pretty sure she was going to be a good mom, but not as certain as she was about him.

"Maybe I can wait a little," she amended, half-joking in spite of how soft her smile had gotten. "At least until after the wedding."

"Oh definitely after the wedding, god," he said, face turning a little red at being called a good dad. "But after--I mean, you're the one on birth control. So whenever you're ready. I'm ready."

"Maybe...." Annie started, a little hesitant just because this was -- you know. Enormous, even if it was still hypothetical. "Maybe I make an appointment for, like, the end of the year to get the thing taken out, and we can see what happens?"

Annie was pretty sure most people didn't get pregnant the first time they had sex without birth control, regardless of the particular flavor of abstinence-first education she'd had. And giving herself a good few months here provided the time she'd want to maybe research that kind of thing a little.

An alternate Lila would like to have a word with you about Diego's swimmers, Annie!

"I like that idea," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. "I think you'd be a good mom too, for the record."

Hey, maybe that alternate Lila and Annie would be able to commiserate on that point. Who could say.

"Maybe." She didn't have a very good example to follow as far as her own mom, and her dad had left early enough that she mostly just had rosy, sweet memories of the good times. At least Diego'd had Grace to model some form of good parenting. (Though it also seemed to be a fairly indulgent, cookie-baking form of parenting, and Annie did not know how to make cookies. Yet. Maybe she'd learn in anticipation of needing them for small people.) "I hope so. But our kids are always so cool when we meet them. It seems like we did a good job?"

This was also kind of the part of time stuff that she didn't understand. Were the twins born next year because Annie and Diego had flashed forward in time and seen that that was when they had kids? Or would it have always been that way?

That was one of those time things you probably shouldn't think too hard about otherwise you'd end up going nuts.

"I mean, we're pretty much the most awesome people ever," he joked. "So it only makes sense our kids would be cool, right?"

"I mean, our awesomeness is going to have to take kind of a backseat, if we do this," Annie pointed out. "Probably less fighting. Definitely less sex in the living room."

Nine months without jello shots. Probably longer if she breastfed.

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"Maybe consider getting a bigger place when they start moving around on their own," Diego said, looking around at the size of their living room. "Sacrifices are gonna have to be made, yeah, but worth it in the end, right?"

"They'll eventually need their own rooms," Annie agreed, following his gaze. But the phrasing there also gave her a little pause as she reached over and ran her thumb alongside his tattoo. "What if it's somehow related?"

She actually kind of figured her future self's absence from The Seven probably had a lot to do with the twins, now that she was thinking about it. There was no way to sustain her current schedule with kids involved, and moreover -- she already knew she wouldn't want to do that.

"What, like the kids are little parasites that take away my powers?" Diego asked. "Good thing they're cute."

"I mean, maybe?" Annie tried, grasping at straws. "You'd think they'd take mine, if that's the case. Or maybe it's totally unrelated. I'm just trying to think of other things that made future us different from current us."

But, frustratingly, they had not spent all weekend recapping the past twenty years of adventures, so she was kind of working with very limited information, here.

"Allison had Claire," Diego pointed out. "And she still has her powers. So I'm guessing it's unrelated. Or Allison got really lucky."

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