Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-09-22 05:42 am
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MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening
No one had specifically asked Annie to try to stick to the island as much as she could lately, but she'd been doing her best. Partly because she wanted to, and partly because some things didn't need to be explicitly asked.
She had taken a quick trip to the tower earlier this week for some meetings she couldn't move, and seeing her teammates -- seeing one of her teammates, because let's be real, she really only had one teammate and then several assholes she also worked with -- gave her an idea.
An idea that she'd been working on via text message ever since, and was about to come to fruition here and now as she half-watched American Ninja Warrior and casually convincing herself that she could totally beat the dude on the screen's time (and she and Diego would absolutely destroy at the team version of this show, thanks for asking), and her phone gave a little buzz.
And when Annie looked at her screen, she couldn't suppress her smile at seeing that begrudging, all-lowercase answer. fine. "We're gonna have a visitor this weekend."
And now to convince her she didn't have to wear her breastplate.
[for the guy!]
She had taken a quick trip to the tower earlier this week for some meetings she couldn't move, and seeing her teammates -- seeing one of her teammates, because let's be real, she really only had one teammate and then several assholes she also worked with -- gave her an idea.
An idea that she'd been working on via text message ever since, and was about to come to fruition here and now as she half-watched American Ninja Warrior and casually convincing herself that she could totally beat the dude on the screen's time (and she and Diego would absolutely destroy at the team version of this show, thanks for asking), and her phone gave a little buzz.
And when Annie looked at her screen, she couldn't suppress her smile at seeing that begrudging, all-lowercase answer. fine. "We're gonna have a visitor this weekend."
And now to convince her she didn't have to wear her breastplate.
[for the guy!]
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"If I had to do a concert, would you come?" she added, tilting her head up to kiss his jaw. "Be my groupie?"
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Because Annie for sure needed more excuses to take pictures of the two of them.
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Most photo ops with her male fans these days, she stood as far away as she could get away with and still be in frame.
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This, right here, was most of why she'd stuck around the island as much as she could the last couple of weeks. Distracting flirting and kissing and compliments. It was all she had to offer.
(Well, those things plus a terrible-idea party.)
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Diego was well aware she had probably driven Ashley nuts with her schedule changes the last couple weeks, but he was grateful for it. He didn't think sitting by himself brooding over this would have gone well.
So he was very appreciative of the kissing, flirting and compliments.
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(Ignoring the guest room was also an act of love, if you asked her.)
You know what was also distracting and good for staving off brooding? Having Annie in one's lap, which she also couldn't do from New York. So don't mind her just shifting her way there, Diego. It was for everyone's benefit.
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"We'd both do better than that," she decided.
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Though actually Annie might show some interesting results, depending on whether Compound V would show up.
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The whole distracting, comfort thing.
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She knew what he meant. But flirting was also part of it.
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Because yeah, comforting Diego, and distracting him, and fighting with Ashley to stay longer in Fandom -- done, done, done. But as far as being able to actually help with the situation, Annie's time travel capabilities were, you know. Limited to nonexistent.
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She lifted a hand from his shoulder to gesture towards the guest room with a raised eyebrow. "You know."
That.
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