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A Galaxy Far Away || Donnie & Max

You could cut the tension with a knife, or more appropriately, with a lazer gun. Donnie's fingers were working overtime, his hands clamped tightly around the controls as he rushed for their base. He heard explosions behind him, watched his shield get torn away piece by piece, but not enough to stop him. Behind him, Max was doing a hell of a job of covering him. He'd called Donnie 'Bond'. He'd said he trusted him. Something akin to pride (and maybe a little attraction) swelled in Donnie's chest alongside all that adrenaline. If this had been a real capture the flag game, one with paintballs and army ear and a whole lot of sweat, Donnie would have literally collapsed in the safe area when he got there. Actually, he probably wouldn't have got there, but that was besides the point. He practically whooped for joy when the electronic system awarded them the point. "Oh yeah! Look at that! We totally killed it!" And Max was, of course, left standing. "We make a hell of a team, huh?"

Skin Deep || Donnie & Ruby

He felt his cheeks burn with a gentle blush. He wanted to say he had no idea why, but that wasn't strictly true. He was why because he was talking to a nice girl who liked movies and art and visual effects stuff and his confidence was so miniscule he probably couldn't find it if he looked for it through a magnifying glass. He sipped away at his drink, letting her talk, answering her questions when she asked. He rubbed the back of his neck with a damp palm, letting out a low chuckle. "We had movie clubs and theater clubs and a lot of that stuff was good to put on your resume and college applications. Working wardrobe or helping write for the theater department looks so much better than saying you went to Comic Con every year." But he did go to Comic Con every year anyway. One year, he'd go as a guest, not a badge holder. That was the dream. "One did, once, he got really pissed. But I think after I let him kick my ass that one time, it blew over." That was the day he'd received his powers. Donnie remembered it clearly, the way the shower had frozen over his head, the way he'd felt as though he had become a real life comic book character. The chilled drink in his cup grew colder with the memory of it, freezing as he inavertently called his powers back. He put the cup down as soon as he realized, wiping a cold hand on his jeans. "Okay, so I have this one idea..." He looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "It's set in a world where everything's black and white, but when you meet your soul mate, it turns to color... Kinda like that movie where you have the count down on your wrist? Timer, it's called. But anyway..." He became increasingly animated as he talked. "I wanna do it really slow, where like, the color comes more and more the more time you spend with the person, as you fall in love, and you can't explain what's happening 'cause it's colors, you know? How do you explain colors? Plus if it's mostly black and white, the budget's cheaper."