MHA #4 | Friday Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

You know, normally, when Annie had been thrown through something on the interdimensional fuckery scale like she had the past ten days (holy shit, it had not felt like that long), Summer would be her first stop just to try to make a little sense of what she'd been through with someone who got it.

But now that Annie had caught up on how much time had actually passed, and how much she'd missed, her own various issues were firmly in the backseat when she ventured across the hall with a pair of ice cream pints in a bag over one arm. She'd not only missed sangria night -- which was going to be a discussion they needed to have for multiple reasons -- but she'd missed sangria float night, which was supposed to be about Summer's breakup. Worst best friend ever, right here.

Hopefully Summer was around for a raincheck. Or the closest Annie's non-sangria-consuming self could come to one, anyway. So! Knocking, knocking -- chipper, perky, annoying-to-a-hungover-person, Annie-style knocking, la la la.

[for she whose apartment it is! and omg baby stuff is still NFB here!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was totally on deck to help with that precarious setup, if anything started tipping. Like, never fear. It was her nerdy, faux-sisterly duty.

"Five is indeed missing an arm now. Diego was missing a few of his fingers for, like, a day, too," Annie confirmed. "And actually, it's kind of worse than that. Like, not for Five -- that's probably the worst thing for Five, but he's actually in pretty good spirits about it -- but everyone else lost their powers. Like, Diego got his fingers back, but he can't throw any better than me anymore. And they all lost their tattoos, and check it out." She reached up and tucked her hair behind her perfect, unpierced ear. "All part of the universe reset."

She dug into her ice cream with her spoon, letting that all sit for a second before adding, "Except the baby. The baby didn't reset. And it might be two babies."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Two?" asked Summer, brows lifting. "Two babies? But, Jesus, Annie, how fucking awful would that have been? Good job, you two." Summer toasted generally toward Annie's torso. "Way to stand your ground.

"How's Diego handling all that, though? Not having his powers? Wait, do you still have your powers?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I still have mine, because mine come from Compound V, I think," Annie confirmed with a nod. "Five has his, but lost the arm because he wasn't there for the reset part. And Diego's...he says he's fine?"

Which meant nothing, really, except that Diego said he was fine, and Annie wasn't gonna push too hard.

"But he's really excited about being a dad, and I think that distraction is helping," she added optimistically. "Oh, God, there was some crazy-ass bullshit with that I have to tell you about, holy shit, you don't even know about Stanley -- but yeah, it might be twins, because that's who keeps showing up on those weird weekends with kids here, and then in that twenty-year future thing? Diego didn't have powers, I didn't work for Vought, Five didn't have an arm, and the twins were a thing."