defenderofdesmoines | MCA #9

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MCA #9 | Monday Morning

When Annie's alarm went off this morning, it was still dark outside, which was very normal considering how early she typically got up for training.

What was decidedly not normal was how she was in bed in her Starlight outfit, which was decidedly not comfortable, though thankfully her boots had been discarded in the middle of the floor at some point before she'd clambered into bed last night. It was also abnormal that Annie was alone in said bed, since she'd gotten kind of used to having Diego there.

That was explained pretty quickly, once she padded out to the living room and found him on the couch. "Good morning," she whispered, lightly perching on the arm of the couch and reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Hopefully he wasn't too mad about having to babysit all weekend.

[for he who took the couch]

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"I expected nothing less." Really, he probably looked bad to anybody's parents, much less her mom. "Meanwhile I can promise you that you will never meet my dad."

"It's not your fault," Annie had to add. Because Annie's mother had hated every single one of her boyfriends except the one who had cheated on her, because Annie's mother was terrible. "And yeah, I had better not. For your dad's sake."

Though she wouldn't mind meeting his mom, even if she would feel really weird about it now, thanks, Five.

"Yeah, that probably wouldn't end great." Though Diego had the feeling that his father would not only be able to get out of whatever punishment Annie had in mind, but also figure out a way to make both her and Diego feel like shit in return. It was sort of his specialty.

"Would be kind of funny if you punched his monocle right off his face though."

"He has a monocle?" Annie had to shift to look at him, frowning. "Oh, man, I can't believe I wasn't picturing that this whole time, but like, who wears a monocle." He probably didn't even need it to see, God. He probably just liked how it looked, because he was a pretentious tool.

"But yeah, I would punch the monocle right off his face. And then I'd make him apologize to you," she decided, because that was really what was important here, when it came to Diego's dad: not her anger, but Diego's.

Diego laughed. "Good luck with the apology thing, but I appreciate that you would try. But, yeah, he looks exactly how you would picture a stuffy British guy to look."

"Tweed?" Annie checked, wrinkling her nose. "My mom looks like, exactly what you're probably picturing. Lots of twin sets."

Also, seriously, she didn't say she'd ask for an apology, she said she'd make him. Annie was - modestly - more powerful than all six of the powered Hargreeves kids, so she was pretty sure she could scare the shit out of their dad.

She was wrong - about lots of things, there! - but she believed it anyway.

Yeah, well, nobody here took Sir Reginald being an alien into account.

"So much tweed," Diego confirmed. "...that is how I pictured your mom, actually."

He doubted Annie would be able to guess what his mom looked like.

Nope, but when she eventually met her, Annie would feel really weird about how his mom looked!

"So now you'll be able to avoid her if I drag you to Believe Expo with me this year, or something," Annie decided with a content little sigh, draping a leg over his because obviously she wasn't twined up enough with him, yet. "You see me talking to a lady in a twin set, you run in the other direction."

"Noted," Diego said with a little nod. "I'll hide in a bush or something."

"I mean, that's a little drastic, but I like your commitment." Annie tucked her head against his shoulder with a content little sigh. "I'm kinda sad I didn't get to meet little you this weekend, but I also appreciate you looking out for me."

It had really been sweet, even if she'd almost cried over the arrest thing.

"Believe me, Number Two Hargreeves is not much of a person to meet," Diego said. "That's when I bought into Dad's bullshit."

"But I bet you were cute," Annie tried. "Like, you're so cute now, you had to have been an adorable little kid."

Even if, yeah, probably kind of a sad little kid to meet.

"I mean, if you look past the fact that I was armed, yeah, I guess so," he said. "Or maybe it made me cuter, who knows?"

"I'm gonna say it did, as long as I'm just imagining tiny, cute you," Annie decided, reaching up to lightly brush her fingers along his neck. "Little tiny knives. We could have fought tiny crimes together this weekend."

Diego smiled, tilting his head a little to encourage more touching. "Yeah? You don't think we would have ended up fighting each other?"

"Not unless you started it," Annie replied, gently running her fingers up into his hair, now. "You saw how friendly I was - I would've wanted to be little friends. Granted, I would have also probably have decided I was in charge of our crime-fighting, so there's that...."

"Oh we would have definitely fought then," Diego said, closing his eyes. "I didn't take kindly to being bossed around."

"Well, that's changed," Annie teased, keeping up the soft, gentle movements of her hand. "Maybe for the best, then. There might have been little tears."

And you know, while they were all relaxed might be a good time to warn him about something she'd just realized he might not know. "Anyone tell you about the other thing with little kids that happens here?"

"What other thing?" he murmured. It was still not a nice thing to spring on him while he was relaxed, but he would find out one way or another...

Maybe if she told him in a relaxing way? "So like, apparently," Annie said softly, "there might be a weekend where kids we've had in alternate universes show up."

So normal.

He cracked open an eye to look at her. "...I don't get it."

No, he got it, he was just hoping he had the wrong idea.

"Like...our theoretical kids would show up," Annie told him, her cheeks flushing just a little because she actually wanted kids someday and would be really curious what theirs would be like, but that was not, like, a normal thing to broach with your boyfriend of a couple months. "But also like...our kids with anyone. Maybe there's a universe where I had a kid with Steve. Or you did. Anything goes."

"Man, Steve and I's kid would be so cool." Of course that would be what he focused on. That was easier for him to deal with than thinking about what kind of kids he'd have with Annie.

Because, yes, he was curious too and it was a big discussion to have after only a few months.

"Terrifying," Annie corrected. "Your kid with Steve would be terrifying." And would probably pick on the little blond nightmare that she'd have with Danny in turn, because that was exactly the kind of thing the island would think was funny. "But yeah, that's something to look forward to."

She kind of wondered what kind of powers a little January-Hargreeves (oh God, that was a mouthful) kid would have, though. Speaking of terrifying.

"Can't wait," Diego said flatly, shifting so he could tuck his head against Annie's neck. "Our kid would be cool too."

See it was easier to say things like that when he wasn't looking directly at her.

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