MHA #2 | Wednesday

[knife_bender]

Diego and Annie had gotten back pretty late last night and immediately flopped into bed. They were both covered in bruises, Diego had a concussion and Annie had emotionally been put through the wringer. They were due for some actual sleep. 

It was later than usual when Diego managed to get out of bed, and shuffle out to get coffee from the kitchen, still limping slightly from being thrown around by Stormfront. He had gotten a mug out of the cabinet and was half-turned towards the coffee machine when he noticed a bald lady mannequin sitting at his kitchen table.

"Oh, Jesus!" And now there was a broken mug on the floor. Thanks, Dolores.

[Creepy mannequin girlfriend modded with permission. Post is open for people wanting to check in on Diego and/or Annie]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had been struggling with her sleep for weeks now, but between exhaustion and knowing that things were actually going to be okay, maybe, she'd been out cold pretty much since her head had hit the pillow last night.

Which meant she was slightly groggy when she came shuffling out to see what was wrong, one eye still shut as she held a hand out in front of her in case she had to blast someone.

God, please don't make her blast someone.

"What's wrong?" she asked blearily.

[knife_bender]

"Dolores." At least he assumed it was Dolores. It wasn't a hard conclusion to come to.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie frowned in confusion for a moment. And then she spotted her.

"Oh, shit." And yeah, she'd had suspicions after Tim, but...there she was. In all her glory.

The bald thing was a surprise. Annie had totally pictured Dolores with hair.

"Let's get this cleaned up before one of us steps on it," she said, warily eyeing Dolores before crouching carefully to start scooping up pieces of ceramic. "I'm actually kind of surprised Five left her here."

[knife_bender]

"Probably as a lookout." Shh, don't think about how that was possible. He winced as he bent down to help with the clean up. "I still haven't replied to his text."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well, he's probably worried," Annie noted, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Not that that worry would be expressed in any kind of healthy, normal way, because this was Five they were dealing with, but still.

Also, yeah. Not thinking about how Dolores could potentially be a...lookout. "But you've been busy."

And then unconscious. Rightfully.

[knife_bender]

"He wasn't worried," Diego said, very slowly standing up straight with shards of mug in his hands. Ugh, he hated being hurt. "He's a jackass."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Careful," Annie said softly, watching him -- and the shards, since he could still cut his hands for another, bonus injury! -- as she also stood up. (And it felt like she creaked in the process. Oh, God, this was the worst.) "He can be a worried jackass. Both things can be true."

Honestly, he was probably partially being a jackass because of the worry.

[knife_bender]

"Are we supposed to...talk to her?" he asked, looking back at the mannequin.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie sighed. Had her life not been weird enough the last few weeks? We needed to add this whole Dolores thing?

"Hi," she tried, and waved at Dolores before immediately rolling her eyes up to look at Diego skeptically. "Maybe we should offer her some coffee?"

Tim had been able to eat all that pizza, after all.

[apocalypsehow]

Well, Diego had wanted to know more about him, hadn't he?

So there was Dolores.

Five didn't knock like a normal person, instead, he teleported into the kitchen to pour himself some coffee before going to check on the pair. "You both look like shit."

[knife_bender]

"We're aware." Very painfully aware. "You owe me a coffee mug."

[apocalypsehow]

"For what?"

[knife_bender]

"Your girlfriend made me drop mine," he said. "What the hell is she doing in my kitchen anyway?"

[apocalypsehow]

"She doesn't want to be cooped up in the dorm I'm stuck in," Five replied with a shrug. "And I thought your plant needed company."

He could have watered it. Didn't, though.

[knife_bender]

"The plant is half-dead," Diego said. "How was paintball on Friday?"

[apocalypsehow]

"Your ridiculous text distracted me," Five replied. He'd get his revenge on McGarrett.

[knife_bender]

"It wasn't ridiculous, it was awesome." Totally no trauma involved at all. He certainly wouldn't be thinking about a person committing suicide in front of him ever again. Nope.

[apocalypsehow]

Yeah, that sounded about right for their family.

"It was a human hand."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Thank you, Five, it's nice to see you, too," Annie greeted him dryly, raising her mug in a little toast.

At least she was too tired to have the reflexes to do more than just blink a little at his arrival.

[apocalypsehow]

"I thought you were supposed to be bulletproof," Five remarked, finding a seat.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I am," Annie said lightly. And she'd even proven it for the first time recently! "But I pissed off some other, bigger bulletproof people."

Figuratively speaking. Stormfront probably barely cleared five feet.

You know, back when she'd been...able to stand.

[apocalypsehow]

"Well, next time be ready to hit back harder," Five replied like that was the best plan for all things. Just complete aggro.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, we won," Annie couldn't help but note. "We just took a couple hits in the process. I got to kick a Nazi in the teeth."

Diego had the story about the dick and the hand; Annie had Almond Joys and Nazi-kicking. No one had normal stories here, no.

[apocalypsehow]

Five could share how he made sure the Hindenburg went down!

"A Nazi?"

If Diego time travelled, they were all screwed.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"A Nazi. Friends with Hitler and everything," Annie shared. "She's like a hundred years old or something."

So no, no time-traveling. Just immortal superheroes.