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Once the sirens passed, he flopped onto one of the busted up desks sitting around in the dingy abandoned garage. “So, what now?”

Kaldur listened to thoughtfully to the explaination. It was obvious was actually happened by her wording, but he did not make fun of her for it. That was Dick or Wally’s job. “I see. Do you want any help?” He offered instead. Because while there wasn’t much one could do for assitance in the face of a basic stitching job, their suits tended to be made with complex materials and he currenty had nothing better to do.

“Dick and I put this together,” Kaldur gestured, showing Donna the hypothetical roster layout. “I have been thinking that is time we got organized again. There is too much uncertainty brewing up on the horizon and I believe we will face it better together.” Of course, they were still friends and colleagues, but he hoped Donna took his implication that that wasn’t what he meant. They knew each other well, for sure, but they weren’t coordinated. It’s been too long since they’ve regularly fought together, and he did not want to wait for whatever it was on the horizon to hit them before they scrambled to work out the kinks of their teamwork again.

             ❛ That’s not a very risky bet. There’s a reason that the FIRST suspect in these kinds of cases is the HUSBAND. ❜ Stark glances over his shoulder, angling slightly toward the voice. ❛ But what makes you say so? ❜

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   kyle pulls donna in close, holds onto her like his life depends on it.  maybe it does.  maybe they both need a moment.  kyle, for one, needs at least a dozen moments.  he closes his eyes, knows at least he doesn’t have to worry about crying.  he cried himself out an hour ago.  “ it’s -- it’s going to be okay, ” he promises, though he can’t possibly see how.  “ we’re going to be okay. ”