Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2022-05-25 07:27 am
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MHA #2 | Wednesday Morning
Annie, Diego and Five -- along with the other four living Hargreeves -- may have arrived back in 2022 yesterday, but Annie anticipated that it was going to be a long, long while before everything actually felt settled. For one thing, it was a hell of a thing to find a four-bedroom house in Baltimore to rent on a moment's notice -- but thankfully, Annie's salary made things a little easier. (A little. She didn't have enough influence in this universe to do more than throw money at the problem, but she'd still found them a pretty decent house in like, an afternoon, anyway. Magic at work, right there.)
But for another thing, America's Super-Sweetheart had gone completely fucking AWOL for ten days, and thus had spent the better part of her first cup of coffee this morning getting screamed at over the phone by Ashley.
One promise of extra rehearsals with her choreographer and an assurance that she'd be there Friday afternoon for a hair appointment (she wasn't prepared to ask yet, but Ashley had mentioned that this was what she got for insisting on never wearing a wig again, so...there was that) later, and Annie was finally off the phone. She poured herself a soothing second cup of coffee, blew out a sigh in the hopes that some of that yelled-at tension left her shoulders, and sat down at the kitchen table to try to go through the paperwork involved in renting this house and transferring utilities to her own name.
It was fairly slow going, considering she was still pretty much exhausted despite sleeping hard last night, but at least it was a happy, relieved kind of exhaustion? This had been going on for almost a full year, and having everyone back and in one piece (and maybe even with some extra pieces, in fact!) was almost surreal. Surrealism didn't help her scan through real estate legalese any easier, but at least she didn't have much else to do at the moment.
[open for the dude who lives there, his brother who hates doors, or anyone who'd like to check in on these newly-returned time travelers]
But for another thing, America's Super-Sweetheart had gone completely fucking AWOL for ten days, and thus had spent the better part of her first cup of coffee this morning getting screamed at over the phone by Ashley.
One promise of extra rehearsals with her choreographer and an assurance that she'd be there Friday afternoon for a hair appointment (she wasn't prepared to ask yet, but Ashley had mentioned that this was what she got for insisting on never wearing a wig again, so...there was that) later, and Annie was finally off the phone. She poured herself a soothing second cup of coffee, blew out a sigh in the hopes that some of that yelled-at tension left her shoulders, and sat down at the kitchen table to try to go through the paperwork involved in renting this house and transferring utilities to her own name.
It was fairly slow going, considering she was still pretty much exhausted despite sleeping hard last night, but at least it was a happy, relieved kind of exhaustion? This had been going on for almost a full year, and having everyone back and in one piece (and maybe even with some extra pieces, in fact!) was almost surreal. Surrealism didn't help her scan through real estate legalese any easier, but at least she didn't have much else to do at the moment.
[open for the dude who lives there, his brother who hates doors, or anyone who'd like to check in on these newly-returned time travelers]
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Phones to start, for sure. Maybe some modern clothes that didn't even have any members of her team on them.
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Rather than try to form relationships with her eventual in-laws under constant stress and threat of apocalypse.
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"Well. Except for the one with Dad."
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Annie, no, that would probably guarantee bloodshed.
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A little social lubrication helped things a whole lot. The dancing, too.
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More normal, really. Diego's siblings had existed as ideas and types for so long that she was already really enjoying getting to know them as actual people.
"And I love seeing you around them," she added, offering up a shy smile. "You're all good for each other."
Despite the potential for insults and exploding fruit.
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Even when they were bickering. Annie had never had siblings, of course, but watching the Hargreeves together was the first time she'd ever gotten a real sense of what she was missing by being an only child.
"But also that, yeah," she added, agreeing. "You are literally stronger together. Like -- did you know you could do that? With the bullets?"
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It hadn't been the smartest move. Luckily it all worked out.
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Look at Annie protecting the timeline! It was probably okay to talk about it now, though, right?
"The future Five and I saw at first was -- interesting."
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Like, could Allison still blow up people's heads if she just used her powers near her siblings?
"You did a flip and threw a bunch of bullets back at the guys who shot them," she added. "It was pretty -- " Knee-weakeningly hot. "-- unexpected."
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Annie just widened her eyes and blew out a little, "Poof."
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Though also that had been sort of hilarious. Had the rest of the evening not turned out to include resurrected trauma and Annie's forcible removal from a tiki bar and the discovery of a dead body, she would have absolutely made more of a thing of hearing a rumor Diego had punched himself in the face.
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Also, look at that. One of the vestiges of this trip, slipping out in her speech.
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