#mstinteresting

@mstinteresting​​ 🌑  ❝  hey,  this is great, isn’t it?  ❞  the smile he wears is rare, reserved for this newfound freedom he has ( not this world’s number one;  just a brother who finally gets to be with his family.  )  ❝  you know, i always wanted to have a sleepover with you guys. ❞   it’s not something he would have admitted three months ago,  but there’s been so much weight lifted off his shoulders that he finds himself not caring anymore.  

   “DIEGO, what grimdark depressing shit are you teachin’ my dumb insecure son?” 

‘  you’re  both  idiots.  ’  allison  sighs  as  she  looks  at  her  brothers  arguing  on  the  dash.

          "Mmm'okay... While you two ladies duke it out, I'm gonna take a piss. Maybe snack. Have a nap. Don't wake me when yer done."

Five tried his hardest to not roll his eyes, and all it did was end up with him sighing heavily and looking straight up at the ceiling. What for? He wasn’t praying, he had no faith in a higher power. He was half rolling his eyes. He swears if this a remnant of the whole JFK fiasco he was going to stab his brother with one of JFKs promotional pins for his campaign. “Good thing nothing is hinging on your opinion this time.”

—          HER BROW STILL creases in concern.     ❝ and how can you be sure? ❞     not that wanda doesn’t trust him, but she’s a worrier and that doesn’t go away just because he says he’s fine.  a slight huff through her nose.     ❝ i will, but only to make sure you don’t die in your sleep. ❞     okay.  that’s a bit dramatic.  but it wasn’t as if wanda was so willing going to admit she was tired herself. 

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           “I’ll get out as soon as you tell me what the hell is going on,” he snaps back sharply, determined to keep his voice even. “Diego, talk to me.”