hold *my* coffee

“oh yeah, i never do sleep, if i’m being honest,” clint replied, pouring himself his… fifth? cup of coffee. he didn’t know; he’d lost count. he always did. lucky was curled up at his feet and let out a soft sigh. he leaned down to scratch his dog’s ears. he often forgot just how hard the transition had been for both of them; though lucky was adjusting far easier than clint was, if he was being really honest with himself. pizza dog always bounces back, y’know? “what about you?” he asked, turning to iris. he didn’t know the reporter all that well, just that she was… well, a reporter and seemed to be incredibly kind-hearted. “what’re y’doing up?”

She had a questioning look as to why he was pouring a cup of coffee at two in the morning, though she opted not to ask, knowing that everyone had their own thing. She smiled warmly at the dog, before asking. “Is it okay if I pet your dog?” She smiled softly, motioning towards the plate, silently offering the man a cookie. “Baking.” She answered.

“What is that?”

Lois teased, rubbing her hands over her face before she bends down to pick up the waste bin she clumsily knocked over. “Feels like I haven’t done that in ages.” The brunette continues, walking over towards the kitchen sink to wash her hands. Ever since she arrived at the mansion, Lois has felt on edge. It had nothing to do with the occupants, but rather the reality of why she was here. “I’m exhausted.”

Iris stifled a laugh at her friend’s clumsiness, watching as she watches her hands, silently offering the other reporter a cookie. She took one for herself, feeling the sensation of pleasure that one can only get while biting into a warm chocolate chip cookie. “It’s fine.” She assured the other. “Yeah, me too.” She agreed, feeling the weight of being up so early or rather so late. “How’re you doing?” 

    “nope,” bobbi shook her head as she took a seat in the kitchen, “and looks like you couldn’t either?” she pointed to the oven and baked items. despite it being two in the morning, the blonde couldn’t help thinking how good one of the cookies might be — if they were all stuck in the mansion, it wouldn’t do any good sulking about it. and, although her go-to was being in a lab or even twirling her batons to calm herself while she thought, cookies seemed like they were the next best option. if ka-zar didn’t somehow fall asleep with an ease that almost made bobbi jealous, there’s no doubt the corgi would be with her right now. “do you always bake at odd times of the night? or is it a circumstantial thing.”

the clock on his nightstand read two, much to wally’s frustration. he’d been trying to sleep for three hours now. after tossing and turning for a while, wally finally sat up and began slipping on his slippers. perhaps a late night snack would help him to sleep—or at least a cup of milk since he wasn’t that hungry, surprisingly. he noticed the lights in the kitchen were on and the sweet aroma of baked goods wafting towards him. suddenly he was a little hungry. he peeked inside and saw the familiar back of his aunt iris. smiling, wally stepped inside but just then a tray of cookies caught his attention. his eyes lit up and in a flash he appeared in front of them, although his head bumped into some hanging pots and pans. “hey aunt iris,” he smiled apologetically as he held his forehead. “sorry did i scare you? the cookies. they just smell so good.”

“ Nice to meet you Iris. I’m Ororo.” She held out her free hand. “ We all deal with stress in different ways.”

“nope,” he replied simply as he reached over to take a cookie. usually the cajun wouldn’t feel so sluggish but after the nightmare he’d been subjected to he had more than enough reason. “is dis how y’been coping?” he asked, brows raised as he nodded his head towards the racks of desserts. “not dat i’m complainin’ , but i think you’ve made enough to feed da mansion twice over, chere.”

She smiled slightly, taking a cookie herself, fiddling with the small oven timer. She shrugged, “Yeah, it appears so.” She answered, slightly delirious from lack of sleep, lightly laughing out of exasperation. “I just, couldn’t really stop, needed something to do, ya know?”

Bart was aware that time travel makes everything complicated, especially when it comes to their family. He had a strong bond with his cousin Wally, as that was the first person he saw when he came to this century. “You sure? I thought we were supposed to always worry about other people first. It’s what Jay always said, uh, I just have a lot going on in my head.” Bart plops down on the couch with a frown. “I just, I saw two of my best friends die in that other place, and it felt so real.”

She smiles sadly at his words, draping an arm around his shoulder, hugging him slightly. “Yeah, unfortunately for you, you come from a family of worriers.” She said to him, rubbing her thumb across his shoulder, a small gesture to convey that she was there for him, in an attempt to keep him grounded. “I’m so sorry, Bart.” She told him, hugging him a little tighter. “I know, and it’s important that you’re there for them because, this is probably as difficult for them.” She said to him, hoping that it was good advice. “But, I’m here if you need to talk, sweetie. Okay?”

as the woman offers her one of the confectionery treats, the succubus finds herself reaching for one of the cookies, a slight shrug rolling off of her shoulders. “thank you.” after taking a bite, she offers the rest to the small dragon that had situated itself atop her shoulder. “i am looking for my husband. he is tall, usually dressed in red - most would say he’s got the habit of getting on people’s nerves.” while the qualities she reads off may not be ideal ones when speaking of one’s betrothed, all things horrid were what shiklah was raised to see as endearing and attractive. so while wade left most people wishing they were dead, shiklah found herself falling harder and harder for the merc with a mouth. “he is better known as deadpool.” then it’ll hit her that she’s barged into a home she’s never been in before and is already demanding answers from someone she doesn’t know, so she’ll offer a hand out to the other to shake. “where are my manners…” there’s a slight shake of her head. “i am shiklah. i am not entirely sure where i am. i am familiar with this city but something is very off.”

   shiklah is no stranger to the surface world, her only reason for ever actually making an appearance being to follow around her husband, the merc with a mouth. though this wasn’t the same as how shiklah had remembered it. the city still stood tall however there were notable differences in the shops, the media and even the people. approaching the large mansion, she eyed a familiar name that gave her an inclination that perhaps this would be a safe place for her until she could track down wade. upon entering a dim purple light emits from her hand to light her way though it’s quick to go out when her flying companion, her pet dragon bug, is making a mess of whatever is sitting atop a shelving unit. the other voice doesn’t startle her though since it is unfamiliar, shiklah doesn’t allow her guard to fall. “sleep?” she muses, confusion contorting to her features. “not quite. i am looking for someone. is this your home?”

Ned’s read about countless stories about time travel and disasters and crises. He never imagined to live them. Nonetheless, he had it better than the others. He never fought on the frontline, he ran. After the whole ordeal had been over, he knew nothing would be the same. He tries, but he just can’t seem to even get his head around it. Now he was back in the seventies again.

At least someone was making cookies. He hopes they were willing to share. His tired state didn’t warn him of the chair in his way, colliding with it. He took a few steps back, eyes widened at the noise. “S-sorry. Um..yeah, I guess you could say that.”

A soft smile immediately fell across her face, feeling relaxed at seeing the teenager. “It’s fine, nothing to be sorry about. Cookie?” She offered, motioning towards the plate, taking one for herself, before looking at the small cooking timer that she had set. She moved to sit on the counter, munching on her cookie, offering him a warm smile. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

body steadies itself after he trips over the coffee table underneath him, letting out a nervous chuckle. way to go victor. he’d just been trying to make his way through the mansion for what he didn’t really know. his mind was just too awake for him to really sleep. not that he needed sleep, truthfully. his systems could easily keep the human parts of him energized for hours. he turns to the woman with a light grin, shoulders shrugging. “i guess you could call it that.” he admits. he recognizes the woman as his teammates partner, eyebrow raising. “did you just arrive?”

She visibly relaxes, no longer scared about hearing a noise, but feeling mad at herself for being so jumpy. She offered him a small smile, drumming her fingers on the counter top, the small white egg timer continuously clicking. “I’m sorry.” She says, trying to ignore the fact that she was up due to her insomnia. “Relatively. I kind of was lost among the chaos.” She told him, shrugging her shoulders. “Cookie?” She offered, motioning towards the plate of cookies that were done.

oliver couldn’t lie, he hadn’t really been trying to keep himself presentable the past few days. even if he was back in ‘74, he was a changed man. and the images of him holding his families bodies close to him after he was too late was something that would forever haunt him. but he doesn’t mean to cause a ruckus around him late in the evening. when he knocks the cup over on the tables edge he stops. he’s turning to the woman with an attempt of an apologetic smile. “sorry, didn’t see where i was goin’.” he admits with a shrug. “but yeah..you?”

Iris visibly relaxes at the familiar sight of Barry’s friend, offering him a weak smile. “It’s fine. Guess I’m a little jumpy.” She said, turning away to look into the oven, glad to see that the last batch of the cookies were baking evenly. She turned back to face the archer, a small smile on her face. “Dude, what do you think?” She asked, her body instantly becoming fatigued as the main task she had had nearly been completed, becoming almost delirious from exhaustion. “How’re you?” She asked, smiling softly at him. 

Her gaze fell onto the trays of cookies before turning back to the woman. “Those are quite a lot of cookies. I wasn’t even aware we had that many supplies in the kitchen.” Ororo reached over and took one before taking a bite.