Triple Trouble - A Superhero RP [Private // stalkers are welcome]

Opals POV
Opal winced at Ae-Ri’s words, yup, I’m in trouble, “We’ll always be there, even if something happens, and it may not even be a bad thing.” She said, hoping to lift his spirits. “It could just be that they want to get your side of the story separate.”

Winston’s POV

“They’re gonna interrogate me?” Winnie looked horrified at the thought of this. “It’s almost time to go too… Can y’all say I’m sick? I don’t wanna go.” He protested quickly, eyeing the clock.

Ae-Ri's POV

"You'll be fine," Ae-Ri repeated, gesturing towards the pancakes, which were beginning to burn. "I'll whoop the ass of anyone who hurts you. And it wouldn't be an interrogation, just a…..questioning. That's all."

Opals POV
Opal let a small smile tease her lips, she could help him here” Yes she’s right,” she referenced to Ae-Ri, “ Not interrogate, debrief. You’re going to be okay.” She said smiling softly.

Alec’s POV
Walking down the street from a big bank, humming easy street.

Winston’s POV

Winston quickly took the extra burnt pancakes off the stove, shutting it off as well. “Listen for me?” He looked at Opal, hoping the girl would keep tab on his thoughts. “If something bad happens, you’ll come?”

OPALS POV
Opal put her hand on his forearm reassuringly, and gave him a honest smile, ”I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Ae-Ri's POV

Ae-Ri shifted, slightly awkward from the overload of emotions. She preferred to keep things simple, easy to stomach and understand. Too many feelings only complicated the mix.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. "Shit. Where's Flicker? Did he—it—come back with you guys after I passed out?"

Winston’s POV

“Thanks, Opal.” Winston allowed himself to relax a little. “I didn’t see it, but I was also carrying you.” He replied unhelpfully, feeling guilty that he hadn’t thought about the little creature.

Opals POV
Opal thought back, but couldn’t remember grabbing the drone. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t grab it either, I lost track of it before you were knocked out.”

Alec’s POV
Alec was running from a pair of junkyard dogs. He had been at the junkyard to replenish his satchel. He was now sing-running, Who let the dogs out?

Ae-Ri's POV

"Fuck. Okay. Uh—You two start eating, I'll be right back." Stifling a groan of frustration, she returned to the couch and lifted her helmet from the ground. Placing it securely over her head, she activated the little camera in the corner of her vision that she used to see from Flicker's eyes…. and saw him—it—waiting just outside Winston's door.

"It's right outside!" Ae-Ri called, removing the helmet and hopping over the back of the couch.

Winston’s POV

“Good.” He smiled, forking a small pancake onto a plate and beginning to eat. “Make sure you eat somethin’ too, Ae-Ri. Don’t need you starvin’ around lunch.”

Opals POV
Opal slowly began to eat the pancake that she was served. It was light and fluffy, and warm. “Thanks for the food Winston, it’s really good.”

Winston’s POV

“You like it?” Winston smiled, happy that he had managed to do something right for once. “Ma’s been teachin’ me how to cook so I can handle myself alright when I go to live with the World Guard next year. I can do laundry too! Fold a fitted sheet and everything!” He grinned, feeling quite proud of himself.

Ae-Ri chuckled quietly upon hearing this, re-entering the kitchen with a small drone perched on her shoulder. “Winston, you’re going to be a great husband one day.”

Opals POV
“I think so too,” Opal said with a small laugh. “But until then we’re going to hoard your pancake skills to ourselves.”

Winston’s POV

“I sure hope so.” Winston’s cheeks turned a bright rosy pink. “I really want to be an artist someday. Settle down with my own study off in a suburb.” He added, mumbling a bit out of embarrassment. “I’d be happy to make all the pancakes you want.” He smiled warmly at Opal. “Y’all are the best friends I could’ve asked for.”

Ae-Ri’s POV

She leaned over to ruffle his hair in an almost sisterly fashion, the faintest hint of a smile ghosting over her lips. “Love you too, Winn. And yes, I did just say that. No, I’m not sick.”

Winston’s POV

“You still need to eat, Ae-Ri.” Winston lectured, a bright, toothy smile on his face after Ae-Ri ruffled his hair. “Busy day. And we have to leave for headquarters real soon.” He noted, staring at the time. “It’s almost ten now.”

Opals POV
Opal smiled at Ae-Ri’s joke. “We May be short on time but we both love you Winston, and I’m not entirely sure if Ae-Ri is sick or not, but I know she means it. “

Ae-Ri’s POV

“Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, folding one of the thickest pancakes into the tiniest square imaginable and popping it into her mouth. “There. I ate. Yum.”

Winston’s POV

“I love y’all too. And Ae-Ri, be careful! You’re gonna choke!” Winston whined, rolling his eyes at her.

Ae-Ri’s POV

“I’ll be fine.” Ae-Ri rose to her feet, sweeping everyone’s plates off the table and plopping them in the sink. “Come on, let’s go. Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.”

Opal smuled at Ae-Ri’s attitude,”Alright, anything else before we have to head out?” She began to feel anxious at the thought of reporting what had happened, even if she wasn’t necessarily on duty at the time.

Winston’s POV

“I don’t think so…. just remember to listen for me in case anything goes wrong?” He felt guilty even asking, but at the same time, Winston needed the reassurance that the girls would be there for him. Otherwise he might not have the courage to walk in. He kissed his mother on the cheek, saying goodbye as he ushered Ae-Ri and Opal out the door, fearing they’d be late.

Ae-Ri’s POV

They walked together through the labyrinthian halls with Ae-Ri leading the way. People drifted in and out of rooms, occasionally staring at her. She couldn’t blame them, though. Everyone was used to her hardcore attire and thick eyeliner, to see her walking with such softness in her step was a rarity.

Opal followed closely behind her two friends, and listened to snippet of thoughts from around the office. Apparently Nancy took Greg’s yogurt, but that didn’t really matter. She also kept an ear out for anything about Winston, and why he was being debriefed differently.

Winston’s POV

Winnie almost walked past the room he was being debriefed in. He abruptly halted in front of it, his glow brightening a bit as he stared at the imposing wooden door in front of him. “Is it too late to fake being sick?” He asked quietly.

Opals POV
Opal smiled. “Yes, but remember, we’re just a few rooms down and I’m listening.” SHe tapped her forehead for emphasis. “Good luck.”

Winstin’s POV

Winnie enveloped both girls into a quick, appreciative hug before taking a deep breath, steeling his nerves as he opened the door to find out what fate had in store for him.