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“The difference between us is that I don’t hurt people without a very good reason.” Amaya said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You should get off your high horse,” Vanya said, lacking hostility in her tone. In fact, she said it as if she was talking about the weather. “I don’t do what I do to hurt people. In fact, I avoid it if I can. I’m not cast from the same mold as your friends with sticky fingers.” She’d seen them on the news, Captain Cold and Heat Wave. She’d even run into them a couple of times. Leonard was slightly easier to deal with because he too had the common sense to behave properly, but their way of dealing with things wasn’t one she liked.

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Bucky had been sitting under the stairs. Ignoring the curfew as he had too much on his mind to think about sleeping the war was almost done. He began humming to himself before he found himself singing without thinking anyone would hear him since he had been so far from the tents were the troops, medics and scientists had been. 

“Perspectiva era cu siguranță albastră, dar pe când străbătusem numai pe străzile cu ceață..“ He looked over as he heard the dirt shifting next to him. “Can’t sleep either?” Asking as he offered the small flask of rum over to her. 

It’s been two days.

He’s walking home from school (he’s had kind of an escort, lately, anyways), the sun setting on National City’s familiar skyline, when the knowledge settles along the youngest Grant’s shoulders.

Carter’s not worrying, or anything, but his fingers curl in the edges of his sleeves before they unfurl--push down the lines of his pants before they retangle, again--tongue darting out over a lower lip in a habit that’s been passed down the maternal line, ingrained in his lanky bones. No way, he’s not worrying, but his mom’s never missed dinner without sending him out of town for some kind of alien invasion, or something, and while hanging out with Kara, lately, has been kind of cool (okay, really cool) there’s this--this feeling that lingers in his chest, pressing down.

It’s like a shaky weight. The kind that causes panic and anxiety and no breathing, and man, he’s really getting better at that--he wants everyone to know he’s getting better at that, and can’t show it--but, still, Carter’s hand nervously tucks up his cell phone--swipes--frowns when there’s nothing there. Still. Again. Only a text from Kara trying to explain stuff, again. Well...over-explain stuff? 

(People think his mom’s kidnapped. The news hasn’t said anything, but he heard Aunt Liv when he came by the office, earlier, and, okay, he’s worrying--)

There’s a pretty strong urge to chuck his phone.

It had been a long few days, to say the least.

The fight on Earth X hadn’t been terrible, but it hadn’t been great. Martin was shot a few times and gravely wounded, though luckily, Gideon had worked fast enough to stabilize him and slowly let the wounds heal.

He wasn’t allowed to leave the medbay; not like he could. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to walk.

The old man slept most of the time, unable to do much else. Besides the drugs Gideon put in his system made him quite sleepy. Jax had been at his side the whole time, feeling the same pain he was. He was stuck in the cot beside him, too, sleeping it off.

When he woke up for what seemed like the hundredth time, Amaya was sitting beside him. Blearily, he remembered she had been here before, keeping him company.

          It was a cause for celebration, defeating the Reichsmen that had tried to take Earth1 as their own. Though Frost was a bit off footed when a few of the people she had fought alongside had wanted her to come with them to celebrate on a night out in town, before the separate teams were to part ways back where they came. Being on friendly terms with heroes was something that Frost had not quite gotten a grasp on. Probably the reason why she found herself gravitating towards the other odd duck,  Heatwave a.k.a Mick Rory, in this large gathering of heroes. Or was it that he was gravitating towards her? He had seemed a little fixated on her since her arrival back at the wedding.

“I don’t need you to tell me what’s right and what’s wrong.” Winn started as he glared at the other. He didn’t care that hacking into government servers was wrong, but the government hacks into their information all the time. It was only fair he get to do the same thing. They sold his information why can’t he sell theirs?