closed starter for @grnerror.
to say tensions were high in xavier’s was an understatement. with the recent kidnapping of xavier himself, heroes - and oddly enough, those dinah would never think to call heroes - were putting their heads together in an attempt to bring the professor back to safety. while dinah wanted nothing more than stryker to be brought to justice, she figured to give those who were leading the search some air, not wishing to step on any toes and end up making it into more of an ordeal than it has to be. though taking a backseat wasn’t entirely all it was cracked up to be. while she helped where she could, the day in and day out of radio silence from the sorted teams was nerve wracking, causing the blonde to seek an outlet that could perhaps distract her for the time being. pre-wrapped fists are up against her chin as punches fly into the suspended sand back, the only sound that filled the small training room. it isn’t until dinah sees that she’s no longer alone that the punches come to a stop, and her arm wraps around the bag to keep it steady. “oh look, if it isn’t my favorite punching bag,” her free hand is lifting to brush aside some stray hairs that had fallen into her face, her lips forming to a wide grin at the sight of none other than her husband. “either you’re good at tracking me down or you’re in need of a distraction, too.”
