Original: Men in Tights: Origin Story part 2
Guess who managed to save all of her files? Me!
I didn't edit this too much because it's way later than I said it would be, so it's subject to change as I find things wrong. If you find something I'll be most appreciative if you point it out.
Men in Tights: Origin Story part 2
Steven sighed as he looked at his phone before shutting it. He'd hated canceling their movie night, especially since…
"Come on JJ, while the trial's still hot." Aeroclaw said. Steven tossed his phone into his bag and slung it over one shoulder.
"Hold your horses, I didn't complain when you talked for two hours to your lover yesterday." He shrugged on the harness that would make it easier for Aeroclaw to carry him.
Aeroclaw gave him a sly grin as he strapped himself in as well, "you were talking to your lover then? I didn't know you swung that way."
"What? No!" Steven's face burned, "We're just friends. We don't-he doesn't see me that way."
"That just means that you'd like him to."
"Shut up and fly, birdbrain."
Two days later and they still hadn't found Blastogal, though they had found several exploded gas stations. Steven was trying not to think about how much homework he would have to make up if he hoped to graduate in a few months. He understood now why most sidekicks choose not to phase to superheroes while still in school. He had been just so excited…and him and Avian had always followed the superhero newspapers…to be honest he had wanted to see how Avian would react, and maybe, just a little bit, wanted his admiration too.
"Where is she?" He asked in frustration looking at their maps of Gothic City.
Aeroclaw didn't reply. He was looking gloomily at his phone. His girlfriend hadn't answered the last two times he called. It was tough for superheroes to date; they couldn't reveal their identity in case the relationship went south which meant that a lot of lovers misunderstood exactly why their significant others cancelled on them a lot. Steven supposed he shouldn't have told Avian, but if you couldn't tell your childhood best friend that you were totally awesome then what was the point?
Suddenly a blast rocked the roof they were on. Steven rushed to the edge and looked down. Black smoke was billowing up from a recently exploded gas station in the street below. "Aeroclaw!" he shouted holding out his hand. The other superhero was up in a second and striding across the roof. He reached the edge, grabbed Steven's hand and threw them off the building. They hit the ground a moment later, Aeroclaw slowing their descent with his wings.
Out of the corner of his eye Steven saw a flash of color.
"Juv-"
"On it." He ran after Blastogal. She realized he was chasing her, turned slightly and raised her hands to let off another blast. He tackled her to the ground before she could, using his natural strength to keep her hands apart from each other.
"Blastogal, you're under arrest for destruction of private and public property, attempted homicide, and for being a pain in the neck."
Aeroclaw laughed as he came up behind them. "You can't arrest someone for being a pain-there would be no room in the cells."
"Pity."
~~~~
Alex was cooped up in his room for weeks. The last time Avian had barged in under the pretense of bringing him food he had gotten a soldering iron thrown at his head. Some of Alex's theatre friends-he tech'd shows at the high school- came over and made Avian stand still while they did things with strings. (He wasn't sure; he hadn't paid attention.) Later they came back and dropped off a bag which also disappeared into Alex's room. Alex assured Avian that everything was being kept hush-hush.
Stephen was becoming more and more distant. Every other weekend he was running off to the city to do superheroing and on the weekends in between he was trying to catch up on homework. Avian was pouting, sitting against Alex’s door wishing he wasn’t when it opened. Avian fell backwards onto the floor.
“Hello.” He said to Alex’s feet-and wheels, “are you done yet?”
Alex idly considered running over his brother’s head. “No,” he finally said, “I need to ask you a question.”
Avian sat up, “What?”
“What is Stephen’s superpower?”
“Um. I don’t know.”
“Then call him and find out.” Avian backed up and turned, ready to go back to work.
“Wait, won’t that be suspicious if I just, out of the blue, ask him?”
“Duh, that’s why you do it on the sly.” Alex raised his brows at him. “If you can’t even do that you have no business trying to become a supervillian.” He rolled his wheelchair back to his worktable where lots of bits and pieces of gadgetry was strewn about.
Avian patted his pockets idly looking for his phone. It was in his right one and he struggled a bit trying to get it out from a sitting down position. He slid it open and hit ‘5’.
Rrrring. Rrrring. Rrri-
“Hello?”
“Hey, Stephen?”
“Duh. Who else would answer my cell?”
“Your evil twin. I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“What’s your superpower?” A shower of nuts and bolts cascaded down on his head. Avian didn’t have to be a genius to trace their trajectory back to his brother.
“…I was wondering when you would ask that.”
“And?”
“Well…We’re keeping it under wraps as long as possible. The longer it’s a secret the better chance I have at not getting an arch-nemesis who knows how to defeat me You know?”
“Yeah, but I’m not a villain.” it’s not a lie, because I’m not a villain yet. “C’mon, I won’t tell anyone.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and then; “I can’t tell you over the phone; but I’ll tell you. Meet me at the park-no, make it the field behind my house- in an hour?”
“Sure.” They said their goodbyes and hung up. Staring at his phone Avian felt something tugging at his chest. Which may have been, just maybe, guilt.
part 3
On another note that has nothing to do with MiT:OS, I went to a chiropractor and ended up learning that I have one leg significantly shorter than the other! Oh what fun!
I didn't edit this too much because it's way later than I said it would be, so it's subject to change as I find things wrong. If you find something I'll be most appreciative if you point it out.
Men in Tights: Origin Story part 2
Steven sighed as he looked at his phone before shutting it. He'd hated canceling their movie night, especially since…
"Come on JJ, while the trial's still hot." Aeroclaw said. Steven tossed his phone into his bag and slung it over one shoulder.
"Hold your horses, I didn't complain when you talked for two hours to your lover yesterday." He shrugged on the harness that would make it easier for Aeroclaw to carry him.
Aeroclaw gave him a sly grin as he strapped himself in as well, "you were talking to your lover then? I didn't know you swung that way."
"What? No!" Steven's face burned, "We're just friends. We don't-he doesn't see me that way."
"That just means that you'd like him to."
"Shut up and fly, birdbrain."
Two days later and they still hadn't found Blastogal, though they had found several exploded gas stations. Steven was trying not to think about how much homework he would have to make up if he hoped to graduate in a few months. He understood now why most sidekicks choose not to phase to superheroes while still in school. He had been just so excited…and him and Avian had always followed the superhero newspapers…to be honest he had wanted to see how Avian would react, and maybe, just a little bit, wanted his admiration too.
"Where is she?" He asked in frustration looking at their maps of Gothic City.
Aeroclaw didn't reply. He was looking gloomily at his phone. His girlfriend hadn't answered the last two times he called. It was tough for superheroes to date; they couldn't reveal their identity in case the relationship went south which meant that a lot of lovers misunderstood exactly why their significant others cancelled on them a lot. Steven supposed he shouldn't have told Avian, but if you couldn't tell your childhood best friend that you were totally awesome then what was the point?
Suddenly a blast rocked the roof they were on. Steven rushed to the edge and looked down. Black smoke was billowing up from a recently exploded gas station in the street below. "Aeroclaw!" he shouted holding out his hand. The other superhero was up in a second and striding across the roof. He reached the edge, grabbed Steven's hand and threw them off the building. They hit the ground a moment later, Aeroclaw slowing their descent with his wings.
Out of the corner of his eye Steven saw a flash of color.
"Juv-"
"On it." He ran after Blastogal. She realized he was chasing her, turned slightly and raised her hands to let off another blast. He tackled her to the ground before she could, using his natural strength to keep her hands apart from each other.
"Blastogal, you're under arrest for destruction of private and public property, attempted homicide, and for being a pain in the neck."
Aeroclaw laughed as he came up behind them. "You can't arrest someone for being a pain-there would be no room in the cells."
"Pity."
~~~~
Alex was cooped up in his room for weeks. The last time Avian had barged in under the pretense of bringing him food he had gotten a soldering iron thrown at his head. Some of Alex's theatre friends-he tech'd shows at the high school- came over and made Avian stand still while they did things with strings. (He wasn't sure; he hadn't paid attention.) Later they came back and dropped off a bag which also disappeared into Alex's room. Alex assured Avian that everything was being kept hush-hush.
Stephen was becoming more and more distant. Every other weekend he was running off to the city to do superheroing and on the weekends in between he was trying to catch up on homework. Avian was pouting, sitting against Alex’s door wishing he wasn’t when it opened. Avian fell backwards onto the floor.
“Hello.” He said to Alex’s feet-and wheels, “are you done yet?”
Alex idly considered running over his brother’s head. “No,” he finally said, “I need to ask you a question.”
Avian sat up, “What?”
“What is Stephen’s superpower?”
“Um. I don’t know.”
“Then call him and find out.” Avian backed up and turned, ready to go back to work.
“Wait, won’t that be suspicious if I just, out of the blue, ask him?”
“Duh, that’s why you do it on the sly.” Alex raised his brows at him. “If you can’t even do that you have no business trying to become a supervillian.” He rolled his wheelchair back to his worktable where lots of bits and pieces of gadgetry was strewn about.
Avian patted his pockets idly looking for his phone. It was in his right one and he struggled a bit trying to get it out from a sitting down position. He slid it open and hit ‘5’.
Rrrring. Rrrring. Rrri-
“Hello?”
“Hey, Stephen?”
“Duh. Who else would answer my cell?”
“Your evil twin. I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“What’s your superpower?” A shower of nuts and bolts cascaded down on his head. Avian didn’t have to be a genius to trace their trajectory back to his brother.
“…I was wondering when you would ask that.”
“And?”
“Well…We’re keeping it under wraps as long as possible. The longer it’s a secret the better chance I have at not getting an arch-nemesis who knows how to defeat me You know?”
“Yeah, but I’m not a villain.” it’s not a lie, because I’m not a villain yet. “C’mon, I won’t tell anyone.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and then; “I can’t tell you over the phone; but I’ll tell you. Meet me at the park-no, make it the field behind my house- in an hour?”
“Sure.” They said their goodbyes and hung up. Staring at his phone Avian felt something tugging at his chest. Which may have been, just maybe, guilt.
part 3
On another note that has nothing to do with MiT:OS, I went to a chiropractor and ended up learning that I have one leg significantly shorter than the other! Oh what fun!