somethingwithturquoise | MHA #8; Friday After the Meet & Greet [09/29].

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MHA #8; Friday After the Meet & Greet [09/29].

So, Summer's loser ex-husband had shown up for a Parents Weekend, again. She didn't know why, she didn't know how (although she had some theories), but she did know that it was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now. Ugh! This was supposed to be a nice, carefree PW with no guests except other people's so she could just reconnect with previous visitors and maybe meet some new ones, and not have to deal with that one guy she married when she was seventeen because it was the apocalypse and her parents were getting a divorce.

Unfortunately, Hemorrhage knew where she lived, so she couldn't just hide out in her room all weekend, either. She'd have to find somewhere else to go, and the next possible thing that came to her mind was exactly one floor up and with a lock that she could practically pick in her sleep.

(She should maybe get her own key one of these days, but locking picking was a good way to work out some of her frustration).

And so now, in Stark's apartment, she was pretty much wearing out a line in his floor with pacing back and forth and trying to think of how best to take care of this situation and this asshole with a penchant for ruining her Parents Weekends.

Honestly, at this point, she'd almost wished she had gotten Rick instead.

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"You're allowed," Stark said without any hesitation.

"We brought food," Chiana told her as she held out the plate. "In case you need it."

Stark nodded. "Are you alright? Who was that... man?"

"Ugggghhh!" Summer said, eloquently, and this was why she wanted more time, so she could have managed to figure something out and get out of here before she needed to explain anything. And that's when she realized her first mistake, in that she probably should have just portaled out of here and just hid out in an entirely different dimension until this blew over.

"That's Hemorrhage," she then said, disdain dripping off every syllable as she dropped onto the couch with another grunt. "My ex."

One she clearly should have blown up like a few of the others.

And she was about to say that she wasn't hungry, and then she actually saw the plate Chiana had, and, you know what? Stress eating sounded pretty good right now, actually, so now she was making somewhat petulant grabby hands for it.

If Summer had run off to another dimension Stark would have panicked. A lot.

Chiana handed over the plate and cocked her head at Summer. "What's he look like under the bucket?"

Stark gave her a Look and shook his head, moving over to sit at the opposite end of the couch.

"What do you need?"

"Trust me," said Summer, through the mouthful of a muffin she'd almost immediately taken a bite of, "you're better off not knowing."

His moustache was so bad, Chiana.

"And I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe to just not have my creepy ex-husband keep thinking he can show up on any given Parents Weekend and ruin the whole thing? And, okay, I mean, maybe, maaaaybe he's here to be all 'oh, Summer, the mutant uprising got pretty bad again, and no one could plow through her enemies with blazing merciless glory like you can, we need your help, you're our only hope!', but I really fucking doubt it."

More of the muffin promptly entered her mouth, just after an indignant huff.

Edited 2023-09-30 01:12 (UTC)

Chiana opened her mouth to point out that saying that just made her more curious but she didn't get a chance to speak.

"Your husband?" Stark asked, gaping a little. "You...I don't think I knew that. That you'd...oh."

"Ex-husband!" Summer emphasized. "It was the apocalypse! I was seventeen, and going through some things at the time! Mistakes were made!

"And," she added, more to the point, "papers were signed the last time he was here.

Chiana was observing this exchange with interest.

"Can't blame a girl for things she did under pressure," she said with a quirk of her lips. It was a subject area she had some experience with herself.

"But Stark you seem real interested in this husband situation. Why's that, huh?"

"Thank you," Summer said, giving Chiana a grateful look, because it was so nice to have someone actually understand. "And, let's be real, that body is sick."

Probably not helping, Summer.

But then she just sighed and went to pluck the next most unhealthy thing off the plate and her shoulders sagged.

"I guess I'll have to talk to him at some point," she said, making a face. "See what he actually wants this time..."

"Mmmhmm." Chiana smirked. "That was a good body. What we could see of it."

You know, nearly all of it.

"Talking might work. You could always just hide out here. Stark and I'll keep you company, right?"

Stark glanced over at her and nodded slightly.

"Do you want to talk with him, Summer? You don't have to. Chiana's right. And...of course I'm interested, Chiana! She's...we're...of course I am!"

Brows lifted a little, Summer was staring at Stark to see how he was going to finish that thought, and once that was clear, she sighed again and slumped back against the back of the couch.

"I should talk to him," she decided, reluctantly. That would be the mature, adult thing to do. "...eventually. I just needed some time to process, you know? That's a lot to just spring on someone unexpectedly, it's, like, god, text or something first, you know?"

Just forget that she had his number blocked, ahem.

Chiana's eyebrows were up and she was looking between Stark and Summer with an amused and suspicious look.

"She's what? You're what?"

Stark tried to ignore her, focusing on Summer instead.

"Do you want us to come with you?"

Summer was tempted to just throw out an answer of friend for Chiana, just to satiate that question that she had a feeling she was just going to keep asking, but then she'd probably have to deal with how Stark might react to that, and she had enough apparently ill-defined relationship drama to deal with at the moment. So she, too, feeling maybe just a little bad about it, also ignored Chiana to just focus on the drama at hand before letting any other drama seep in.

"No," she said, "it's fine, it's my problem, I'll handle it. I just...need to figure out what to say. Since, you know, apparently, 'hey, here's some divorce papers and I never want to see you again, byeeeeee' didn't get the message across last time."

"If you need help you know I'll help. Whatever you need," Stark told her, trying not to think too hard about Chiana's question. There wasn't a definitive answer, was there? They hadn't put a label on it.

Chiana noted the lack of answers and just nodded to herself.

Summer nodded a little, too. "I think," she ventured, "that I might just need to hide out up here tonight, and I'll try to figure shit out in the morning. And then those cupcakes we had planned will either be in celebration or just be desperately needed..."

"You can always stay here," Stark said quickly. "You know that. And Chiana can stay on the couch."

Did that clear anything up, Chiana?

"You sleeping on the floor, Stark?"
Apparently not.

"Nobody is sleeping on the floor," Summer insisted, because Stark started to get any ideas that he somehow should be, because...well, Stark.

Chiana smirked.

"That's what I thought," she said. "I frelling knew it."

Summer was quiet for a good, long moment in response to that, before setting the plate of food aside and getting up from the couch.

"Well!" she announced. "If I'm crashing here, I better at least make sure Pancakes has got enough food."

And then made no hesitation in heading back over to the door.

"Need an escort?" Chiana asked. Yes, she was still smirking. "Just in case?"

There was a pause, as Summer tried to quickly do the math on which scenario would be better between taking Chiana with her or leave her here with Stark...

"I think I'll be fine," she decided, after too many flashbacks of sending Stark and Morty out for ice cream so she could speak more privately with Zhaan and remembering how well that had gone.

Chiana's questions and comments would be far more entertaining than Zhaan's had been, though!

"Right. We'll be here when you get back."

And she could maybe ask Stark a few questions to make him squirm while they waited!

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