MHA # 2 | Tuesday Evening

[knife_bender]

Yesterday was a...success? If one could call beating the shit out of a guy in a stupid looking uniform a success. It hadn't really done a lot to make Diego feel better overall, but at least he felt like he did something other than sit there twiddling his thumbs.

Now he really didn't have much to do until class on Friday (where he was determined not to go down so easily next time!), so he was having a quiet evening in with American Ninja Warrior on TV and a protein shake because his cooking skills were non-existent and that counted as dinner.

[For the gf, but open before she gets there if you'd like! And now NWS]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm pretty sure my dad left because of my powers," Annie continued as she twined her fingers through his, and now she was really thinking about it and maybe there was...something there. Because he had to have known.

He had to have.

"But -- yeah, if that's the thing, then...then I have to stay," she added. "I can't just...like, if Vought's really doing this, people need to know."

[knife_bender]

Diego nodded in understanding. She was right; they really wouldn't be able to call themselves superheroes if they just let Vought inject babies with power-giving serums.

"I want to help you." Sure, he didn't know how he could help and apparently Homelander knew what he looked like and didn't like him, but whatever. He wasn't thinking about that part.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie visibly just, like, kind of melted there. It had been such a long few days, and today especially had kind of rocked her entire worldview, and -- just the idea that Diego would want to help her and would throw his support in just like that, in light of everything, just --

It was one of those things that just made her really feel loved, in the moment.

But, that being said, she wasn't actually dumb, despite how she felt today. "I love you so much. And that's why I'm really reluctant to let you help."

[knife_bender]

"Well I'm really reluctant for you to do this alone," he said. "You were shot today."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"At least I can take it," Annie pointed out quietly, squeezing his hand. "Maeve thinks I should break up with you for your safety. At least, I think she does. It's hard to tell with her."

Like, for fuck's sake, Maeve, if you were going to talk in riddles, at least make them rhyme or something.

[knife_bender]

"No offense to Maeve, but that's just stupid," Diego said with a slight smile. "I'd still want to help, even if you did break up with me."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We talked after the meeting, just the two of us, and she said this thing about how...like, our weakness isn't gamma rays or whatever. It's the people we love." So he was getting a soft little smile from her, even if she was going to try to stick to her guns here regarding his safety. "I just -- I can't have you getting hurt. Homelander found my Achille's heel, and I couldn't live with myself if he went through you to get to me."

Because that was another little Tetris piece that had just fallen into place for her: if Vought was bad news, then Homelander was like...Vought's attack dog.

An attack dog who was the most powerful super-abled person on the planet.

[knife_bender]

"I don't like this," he said with a sigh. "But, okay. I'll stay here."

He'd be a sour bitch about it in private though.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'll tell you everything," Annie promised, reaching out to brush her thumb along his jaw. "No more secretly putting up with anything. But what'll actually help me right now is knowing you're safe where our stalker with laser eyes can't hurt you."

Murder. She meant murder you but that was a bridge too far in terms of things Annie could just casually toss out into the universe.

[knife_bender]

"Okay," he said, leaning towards her touch. "You'll be careful? No more getting shot?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean," Annie said, having to smile, "I didn't exactly mean to this time."

And yes, she remembered how bad she'd freaked out on him back in January when he'd gotten shot and he hadn't meant to, either.

"But yes, I'll be careful." Unless the choice was between being doing the (stupid) right thing and being careful. Then it was dumb bravery, all the way.

[knife_bender]

Well, turnabout and all that. He technically also couldn't say anything about any dumb bravery she might be doing in the near future.

"Good," he said, reaching out to lightly touch the spot on her stomach where she had been hit. "Anything I can do for you now?"

He would at least do what he could from here, since Homelander hadn't figured out a way to stalk them across universes yet.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well," Annie said, thinking about it and shifting very slightly under his touch -- the welts didn't really hurt unless you pressed on them, and mostly Annie was just sort of struck by the novelty of being hurt at all. "I think it's all handled back in New York for now, so...just this?"

Like, just being here was already so good for her, in terms of calming herself down and sorting out her thoughts.

"Look at that," she added. "It's your turn to dote and make a big deal of my injuries and stuff."

It really didn't happen often! And as an added bonus, she would probably be a little less shouty next time he was hurt, too.

[knife_bender]

“It is my turn, isn’t it?” he said. “If I recall correctly you didn’t let me work out for a week.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That seems excessive," Annie decided, like a total hypocrite.

To be fair, she wasn't even bleeding.

[knife_bender]

“I thought so too at the time,” he teased. “It’s okay, we’ll do yoga.”

That actually worked out pretty well the last time.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"And by doing yoga you mean we'll have sex on the floor again?"

Because she was, like, super up for that part of the recovery process.

(Emotional devastation was a thing, yes, but so was distracting herself from it while she could.)

[knife_bender]

“Probably.” Well at least he was realistic about it.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie smiled, full and real and without hesitation.

"And hey, you don't have to cauterize me," Annie pointed out, sliding her hand down to trace her fingers along his neck. "So we get to skip the super-painful part."

She still kind of felt bad about it every time she spotted the scar on his arm.

[knife_bender]

It was a cool scar!

“That’s very true,” Diego said, running his hand up her side. “How are you feeling now?”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Mostly fine," she said honestly, peeking down at herself again. (It was honest as long as she continued with the assumption that this was how she felt physically, of course.) "I mean, they kinda sting and it hurts more if I put pressure on them at all? The worst part was how hard it threw me -- I haven't had the wind knocked out of me like that, like...since I took tae kwon do as a kid?"

But, you know, as far as being shot with a fifty-cal round went, it was probably a preferable outcome.

[knife_bender]

“That was probably their intention,” he said. “So it hurts when you put pressure on them? Guess I’m going to have to be really careful when I’m doting on you.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Very gentle doting," Annie said, smiling. "I mean, if you'll recall, I wanted to sleep on the couch, I was so gentle in my doting on you."

She hadn't, because...you know. She had no willpower sometimes.

[knife_bender]

“You think I should sleep on the couch tonight?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I do not, and I will tackle you and drag you back to bed if you try," Annie informed him, shaking her head.

Which, like, as soon as she said it, she realized did not sound much like a disincentive.