#westirisx

“Hey Babe? What do you think about putting up the Christmas tree tonight?” Their loft apartment felt empty without any decoration, but with the rebuilding of the city, there hadn’t been too much time between things. “We can do it the old-fashioned way, no powers allowed.”

“When Nora went back, how did you handle the worry,” Felicity asked anxiety obvious in her face.

@westirisx​ said:  “You look great, you always look great.”

“Sorry, Gideon.” He winced, feeling along his bruised ribs for any sign of a crack, letting out a relieved breath when he didn’t find any. “I never was much of a pilot.” He muttered. There was enough power for another jump, if need be, but he knew Gideon would need a few hours before being back at full strength - she wasn’t even wasting the energy to berate him for his sloppy landing. But Sara... she was gone, and he had no clue where she went, and it had been timed all too well with Gideon’s alert of an anomalous disaster in Central City. Carter knew to trust his instinct, and his instinct told him this was bad, that a lot of people, including his captain, were in trouble.

He hadn’t even thought about if any of the others were onboard, or that he had never so much as glanced at the Waverider’s controls, before jumping into the captain’s seat. Flying a ship was a far cry from flying himself, but he had been determined, and a little fool-hardy, and a lot scared. He grunted as he undid his seatbelt, tumbling forward out of the seat and landing hard against the thick shielded glass of the cockpit window. He rolled himself off, righting himself onto the diagonally slanted floor to treck his way to the loading bay, thumping the button to release the doors and stumble out.

 “Alright...” He sighed, nodding as he looked at the empty lot he had managed to crash-land the Waverider in, whatever had been housed there before little more than a few scraps of sheet metal sticking from the ground. “Where are we, Gideon.” He muttered to himself, knowing the AI wouldn’t be able to respond as he moved towards what he could only surmise to be a nearby warehouse, from its vague outline in the dark. The streets were eerily devoid of light, and wherever he was he couldn’t seem to spot the brighter urban areas of the city off in the distance. The only indication he had of this place not being completely devoid of life was noise from the building he steadily trudged his way towards.

[ text: iris ] i know we said you’d cook dinner tonight, but promise me you’ll wait until i’m home? we don’t want a repeat of last time.

Barry was happy that Iris was excited to hone her skills in cooking, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t skeptical about the whole endeavor. The pair had attempted cooking together time and time again, both from the comfort of home, as well as countless couples cooking courses. Each time, something was either under or over cooked, something got broken, or a fire started.

His key slipped easily into the lock while his other hand turned the knob, pushing the door open. Barry’s nose was immediately hit with the smell of spices, hot oil, and smoke.