knife_bender | MHA #2 | Tuesday Evening

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MHA #2 | Tuesday Evening

Diego had spent extra time at the gym today, and if asked it was because he was feeling extra energetic. He wasn't trying to distract himself from the loneliness that set in whenever Annie left for New York. Nope.

Except yes. Tiring himself out allowed him to sleep better, at least. He took a shower after he got back to his apartment and into sweatpants, hoping he'd pass out in front of the TV pretty quickly instead of staring up at the ceiling all night.

[For the girl]

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"I'm so sorry," Annie said, her lower lip wobbling a little before she got herself under control again with a shake of her head. "For -- getting involved in any of this."

It was entirely her fault that they were now in a situation where Annie was going to have to find someone or something willing to hack into her shoulder.

And, honestly, that was like, the least dangerous part about all of this.

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"Hey, don't apologize. There was no way you knew what you were getting into," he said. "And you're doing the right thing. Something needs to be done about Vought."

"There's going to be a hearing about Compound V," she shared with a tiny smile. "Like a congressional hearing, I mean. So...they're facing some consequences, which is great, but I also made them really mad."

She reached a hand up to gently smooth her fingertips along his neck, biting her lower lip. "So they're kind of the most dangerous they could be, right now. You don't have to come back with me if you -- like, it might not be a good idea."

But she also obviously really, really wanted him with her. It was maybe the most selfish thing she'd ever wanted in her life, and if Diego got hurt, she'd never forgive herself. But he was competent and smart and an asset. (Like, he was for sure more cut out for all this than Hughie was, for fuck's actual sake.)

"I wanted to go with you in the first place," he reminded her. "I want to be wherever you are."

Romantic.

"Even if it's a shitshow."

Not so romantic.

Annie visibly melted a little, and okay, maybe she was tearing up again and this time it wasn't really related to how scared she was about all of this.

It was all overwhelming. Feelings included.

"I had to offer," she said quietly, wrapping her arms up around his neck. "I want to be where you are, always, but I want you to be safe, too."

But you know. She also loved him for his bravery and his skills, and it was maybe time to stop sidelining her hero boyfriend in the name of supposedly keeping him safe.

"I don't think being safe is really a thing in our line of work," Diego said, putting his arms around her waist. "But I'll be as careful as I can."

"Keeping people safe is," Annie replied stubbornly. "But like -- if someone brings out a gun, you get behind me, right? And you'll need to be...like, discreet about your powers. If people realize you have them, they'll think you're like the rest of us and will treat you accordingly."

And thus there would be much more cavalier attitudes about the amount of damage it was presumed he could handle.

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He nodded in understanding. "Normal guy with good aim, no jumping in front of bullets, got it."

Lets see how long those rules stayed in place.

"And we don't trust anyone on my team," Annie added. It was helping her kind of stay calm to go through ground rules like this. Maybe it was just the comforting lie that she was telling herself -- if they followed these rules and were smart and careful, they'd both live. "Not Homelander or Stormfront, obviously, but -- not Noir, either. Not even Maeve. I don't think she's...compromised? But they're all over her lately with this Brave Maeve stuff."

That kind of broke Annie's heart, a little, because she didn't want to give up on Maeve -- she was almost positive there was still something salvageable in the other woman. But she also knew she couldn't count on Maeve to help. She was too unpredictable.

"Yeah, that's smart." He felt bad for thinking it, but the Maeve thing was kind of a good distraction? "What about Hughie's group? Do you actually know anything about them?"

"There's at least three other guys," Annie said, thinking about it. "He had two dudes and a girl with him when I rescued them from that black site. And then there's the guy who shot me. I think he'll be there."

Which was weird. Annie wasn't exactly thrilled about that, but hopefully if Hughie ran interference, she could avoid being shot again.

"Oh, great." He totally wanted to meet that guy. "Should be fun."

"Be nice," Annie said, and her little smile was actually somewhat affectionate as she said that. (Let's be honest -- if she was potentially going to meet someone who had shot Diego, she would probably be pretty frosty towards them at best.) "I think Hughie and the girl are about my age? And then the others are all a little older. I have to think they're pretty...like, competent? I mean."

She reached a hand up lightly to touch her chest where she'd been shot. "I mean, that guy was for sure trained, and able to get his hands on something that shoots fifty caliber rounds. Plus they managed to kill Translucent, somehow."

"Yeah, you're right," he said reluctantly. "And it's not like we have any other allies there. So I'll be civil."

"Hughie's made some allusions to working for higher up people, too," Annie offered. "I'm not sure who -- which, like, that's probably kind of smart of him -- but they might have some resources."

Probably a sweet hideout, too, right?

"You don't have to be too civil," she added, her smile widening a tiny fraction.

"So I can still be a dick but no punching anybody?" he said.

"At least not right away," Annie suggested, laughing softly. "But by all means, be a huge dick. Hughie doesn't know about you, yet. Be a big, grumpy, knife-covered surprise."

Annie was going to give them both some kind of unpleasant Pavlovian association with the word surprise, at this rate.

Diego laughed. "Well since I have your permission and everything I'll be sure to."

His smiled softened some and he reached out to cup Annie's cheek. "You feeling okay? Physically, I mean, after the Homelander thing."

"Just scared," Annie said softly, managing a little half-smile. "I think he was pretty careful not to leave marks."

Because he was a fucking terrifying monster, but a careful fucking terrifying monster.

"He, like, jabbed his hand into me here, too," she added, reaching for one of Diego's hands to bring it to where she could still feel a little tenderness from where Homelander had shoved his fingers against her abdomen. "I'm not great at anatomy so I'm not sure what he was trying to...hurt, exactly?"

There had been a really gross intimacy to it all, though, so she had some guesses, and they were all horrifying.

Diego wasn't so great at anatomy either, but the fact he touched her at all was upsetting. "He's a fucking psychopath."

"He is," Annie said quietly, shaking her head. And the strongest Supe in the world, so, like, awesome. "He kind of upped his ante on like...the stalker thing with us, too. He knew about Valentine's Day."

Which, you know, had been almost a full month and a half before Annie had auditioned for the team, so either he'd been watching them before she'd ever tried out -- unlikely, but very weird -- or he'd been doing research, which was maybe even more upsetting because of the sheer effort he would have gone through.

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"All of it?" he asked. He didn't know what was worse, Homelander knowing Diego had powers or Homelander being a huge pervert.

Probably the last one.

"All of it," Annie confirmed. "I told him all he saw was me blowing my secret identity, but he knew...like, about the car."

So it was both! Both!

"He was all accusatory about you being secret," she added, a little helpless. "I tried to just say you were, like, private -- it's true -- and he busted that out."

And he'd had a hand around her throat, so Annie wasn't sure whether she had seemed convincing, or just desperate for him to believe her.

"That's really gross." He was stuck on the car thing for just a moment. Like...he was pretty sure you couldn't see much but clearly you could see something.

You could see them get in, you could see a light in there a few minutes later...and you could make an educated guess, given Supe biology.

So at least Homelander knew that, like, Diego looked after his girlfriend's needs? That was...reassuring, right?

"It's all so gross," Annie replied. "The stalking, the way he touched me, the -- Hughie stuff. Maeve tried to warn me how he was. I should have listened better."

Or, you know, Maeve could have been clear for once in her life, but that option didn't allow Annie to blame herself.

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