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“Well pardon me for thinking my former employer would be able to handle himself,” he sneered. “Then again, I suppose you’re really not him.” He huffed, trying to pull his thin sweater more tightly around himself. He knew it was petty to bring up- completely unnecessary, really- but he was stressed, cold, and frankly? Frightened about what a night in the middle of the woods would hold for him.

He wasn’t like the other boy scouts on Team Flash- he didn’t have parents that took him out camping, or older brothers that showed him how to do things not taught in a classroom. He tried to stick to cities as often as possible- even limiting the amount of time he spent driving through them.

❛ I told you left! LEFT! ❜

Barry flinches as he’s yelled at. It seemed every time he neared the engineer it would end in yelling.

Of course, this time, it was hard to ignore the fact that the speedster was indeed at fault.

Typical.

‘He’s fine! He’s fine. Just a few bruised ribs. Nothing’s broken.’

Caitlin’s input doesn’t help. Instead the tech enthusiast is quick to leave the cortex and wander the hall, finding Caitlin’s new private office...

And laying in a small medbay bed is the grumpiest fifty year old man he world ever did see.

The sight of Harry’s face rips the joy of Cisco’s thoughts from his mind as he nears the bed, reaching the other’s side as he speaks gently.

“Yes, excuse me. I hate to intrude, but you haven’t happened to have seen my wife, have you?” he questions as soon as he’s spotted the other person. The first person he’s seen so far. 

“She’s about yea high,” he begins, gesturing as he tries to catch his breath after running around this place. Somehow STAR Labs never seemed as big on his Earth, perhaps because it was always full of people bustling about, even after the accelerator explosion. 

“Long dark hair, blue eyes. Probably scowling? Does that sound familiar?”