#supernovaisbad

"I'm not a skrull. I'm Captain America. I didn't steal your face it just so happens we have the same face out of coincidence."

"Uh. No. Sorry. I was just looking for a good viewpoint," [Teen] said. He laughed with good nature, trying to be friendly. Well, friendlier, he heard plenty about what peoples first impressions would be from his dress sense. Thanks for that, dad.

And thanks, dad, for refusing to replace his telescope! The stars needed to be perfect for the spell he wanted to cast, so now, he was stuck on a high rise with a shit pair of binoculars trying to study the fucking constellations, because he wasn't good at this yet, and he wanted to be. He wanted to be amazing, and get some nod of approval from Agatha. Not that he needed it, but it would be nice.

He quickly held out his hand. "Not a view of you! Sorry. Of Ursa Minor?"

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It was one of those moments where seconds felt like hours and the world seemed to be in slow motion. Logan saw the man with the gun, saw him raise it at her cousin, and acted immediately. A swift motion to take the man out via the back of his knees, causing them to buckle and sending him to the floor. It slid out of his hand and Logan reached for it the same time he did. The two were on the floor in an instant and Logan had to push him away from her (a kick that she was sure would leave him concussed) to be able to grab and crush the gun in her tight grip. 

She’d even gotten up and thrown it away from them once it was crushed so he wouldn’t see what she’d done. So far Logan had been so careful in hiding what she could do, she couldn’t be found out this quickly. “Logan!” She looked up, towards the source of the voice, only in time to be caught off guard as something small hit her in the head at such a speed Logan was sure it was a bullet. She wasn’t hurt by the round, thank God for the X-gene, but it’d definitely sent her to the floor just because she hadn’t braced herself for it.

There’d been two of them, how did she miss the second one?

Adrien was fine. A little unsteady from the force they’d hit the wall with, but fine. It didn’t look like Johnny was the same though. “Shit.” He swore silently in French as he’d darted to make sure he wasn’t landing face-first. His adrenaline was still pumping and his first instinct was to just double-check that the would-be robbers were incapacitated before turning to his sister and calling out directions in a hurried tone. Rosie was diabetic, the siblings both knew a crash when they saw one but they still had to be sure. 

The two had conversed in quick French while she pulled out her test kit and Adrien helped where she needed. By the time Rosie had read off the glucose level (definitely low enough to be the cause) Sue had spotted them and rushed over. “He’ll be okay, he wasn’t hurt.” He supplied before Sue could even ask.

“He needs to eat better.” Rosie lightly scolded as she put her kit away, her accent nowhere near as thick as her brother’s. “His sugar’s low, don’t let him drive and make sure he has something with sugar. Not enough that he’ll have another crash right away.”

Ian wasn’t too pleased with this party, the one ‘friend’ who said they’d be there had conveniently told Ian he couldn’t make it after he’d been dropped off and helped inside. He’d spent the first few minutes trying to get a clear path (luckily at that point there were more people sober than not), and it wasn’t until someone passed him a fishbowl full of keys that he’d realized he’d been had. Sure, he didn’t mind key-duty when he volunteered, but it looked like he’d only been talked into going so he could have key-duty. Which was a shame, since he’d actually been considering having a drink or two.