"I mean, I'm kind of the weirdo there," Annie admitted, smiling at him from where she'd stretched out on the bed with the strawberries. She had also, intelligently for once, ditched her jeans before crawling onto the bed. Underwear seemed kind of to be the appropriate outfit at the moment? Just a hunch? "'Cause, like, I think with most heroes it is a, like, 24/7 party?"

And with Annie it was the occasional visit from a friend or two, slightly less-occasional visits with Diego, and mostly just her on her lonesome in this apartment, padding around in pajamas and watching Housewives on her big TV with a single beer.