somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Thursday Morning [04/27].

Well, last night had definitely not gone the way either of them had expected it to, and yet, somehow, Summer and Stark had wound up in the same bed together again. Look, these things just happened. You go for a walk and your bang-buddy turns into an incredibly violent hedgehog, so you go rushing back to the bar in a panic and needed to be talked down and reassured. And then there would be concerns, about safety, about sloth fights and injuries and bruises, misguided assumptions that it would be fine, it was temporary, Shunsui had turned back to normal, hadn't he? Whatever it was went away, they could worry about it in the morning, but was Summer really sure she was okay, maybe they should really check again, to be sure, and...well...

They really were hopeless.

And now it was the next day, and they'd get to it eventually, but yesterday had been long, and Summer was now doubly exhausted, and whatever it was could wait, except for the fact that she was being woken up right now by quite possibly the worst sound known to mankind: her phone was actually ringing From someone trying to call her.

Uuuuugggghhhhh.

She should just let it ring. She should just let it go to voicemail. If it was really important, they'd leave a voicemail, or, you know, fucking text her like a normal person. But then she remembered that they were probably at the start of another fun Fandom crisis, and, being an actual responsible adult (some of the time), she let out a miserable, unappreciative groan and send her hand groping for her phone, and answered it with a groggy, unimpressed, "Hello?"

Then bolted right up.

"What do you mean, he's a sloth again? Are you fucking kidding me?"

A sigh, as Apu confirmed it and even turned the phone toward the sounds of very slow, but very effective destruction.

"Yeah, no," she sighed again, as she started to climb out of bed, "I'm on my way, just give me a moment. Try to hold down the fort as best you can in the meantime. Is there anything like...sloth repellant? Maybe you can figure out something to slow them---Yes, Apu, thank you, I know they're already slow, they're sloths, you know the fuck what I mean. I'm hanging up now."

Hanging up and throwing her phone down with disgust as she went to dig up some clothes and wondering if she had time to make all the coffee in the world before dealing with this again.

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Stark made an unhappy noise of protest when the phone rang and a louder one when Summer sat up.

He followed suit, pulling himself up into a sitting position, watching her.

"He turned back?" he asked. "I... this is worse, isn't it? What are you going to do?"

He was unfortunately sure that 'stay right here where there are no monsters' was not the response he was going to get.

Summer, half bent over in having located pants and on the process of tugging them on, blinked at Stark a moment, as if, swept up in the chaotic pull of the moment, she'd sort of forgotten he was even there.

"I'm going in," she said, "obviously. I can't just let them tear apart the store like that, or leave Apu to fend for himself."

She could already guess what Stark would say next.

"Don't worry," she buttoned her pants, reached for a shirt. "I'll bring my tranq gun. Stun gun? If you were a sloth, you'd probably prefer a tranq over being stunned, right?"

"Knocking them out seems better," Stark said. "Do you have to?"

They had actual superheroes here! And all those troopers who probably wouldn't get scratched through the armor!

"I don't want anything to happen. I... could go with you? If you wanted. I can shoot."

Despite herself, Summer had to grin a little, as she swept her hair back and expertly pulled it into her ponytail. "What?" she asked. "You and that cute little gun you've got upstairs?

"But I should go," she said, more seriously again. "It is my store," no, not technically speaking, but everyone knew who really ran that place, "and Apu's pretty useless in these situations. You can come if you want, but there's really no point in both of use taking the risk. Maybe you can work on figuring out what happened to Travis. I'm really starting to think that maybe he didn't wind up turning back to normal like Shunsui did, after all. And if he did, well..."

She rolled her eyes at her phone, which she was now moving to pick up.

"I don't want you taking risks all alone," Stark said.

He was at least going to put on his pants for now. In case he had to go out.

"And the gun isn't cute! It's a pulse pistol."

"An adorable pulse pistol," Summer corrected, pointedly pulling out her own blaster gun for comparison before strapping on her holster and sliding it in, and then digging out the even bigger tranq gun and checking its canisters. "But there is probably strength in numbers. It sounds like our sloth buddy has maybe found a few new friends, as well."

"I should have gotten my 'adorable' pulse pistol last night," Stark said, kneeling down to look for where his shirt had ended up.

"I was distracted." And had been babbling a lot before someone realized the best way to shut him up.

"I'll go get it before we leave. And I'll try to call Travis. Just in case. I don't think he'll answer but I can try. I should try. Then we'll go to the store and deal with your sloths?"

Well, it had worked, hadn't it? And then they got more distracted, and it wasn't like she didn't have guns.

Summer nodded, securing the chamber and slipping the tranq gun into another chamber before taking a moment to wonder if grabbing a knife would be overkill. Like, who was she? Rosa Diaz?

"You go get your precious little baby gun," she said, "and call Travis. If he does answer, get what you can from him. If he doesn't..." She shrugged. "We'll keep an eye out for him on our way over to the store, and then maybe do what we can about finding him once we clear that."

MHA #4; Thursday Morning [04/27].

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