Superhero teens with secret identities and obligations. What could possibly go wrong? / Closed

This time he turned to Lolita and walked over, bracing his hands on the glass, “Now, dearie, why would I do that?”

Lolita tried to stay standing, but the pain brought her to her knees. She debated falling over on her side, but that would mean surrender. "Is that a rhetorical question?"

(Crap supposed to say would…)

(Wait, wat?)

(When he says, “Why wouldn’t I do that?” It’s supposed to say. “Why would I do that?” It just auto corrected so I changed it back)

(Oh, okay. Disregard my post then.)

"Because… you can just do it right AHA there," Lolita pointed to the control panel just as a thick bolt struck her low back.

He smirked, and took his hands off the glass, instead putting them behind his back and walking behind the control panel, “This control panel?” He said, rasing an eyebrow.

"Y-Yes," Lolita's voice wavered.

He braced his hands on the sides, eyeing the panel, “I don’t think I want to turn it off.”

Lolita gritted her teeth harder. "When you get caught, you'll be arrested for not only all of that, but for abuse too."

“Who says I’ll get caught? And if I do I’ll kill myself.” He said, moving a little way away from the panel.

Lolita moaned and collapsed into all fours. She looked him firmly in the eyes. "You're Hitler," she accused.

“Ah, not quite. But.. maybe close to him.” He said, a wicked grin dancing in his lips.

"You foul, loathsome git!" Lolita snapped, the lightning emanating her body. To her credit, she stool did not scream.

“All words I’ve heard before,” Deiniol said, nodding a little and pacing, “Come on, Lolita, you can think of some better names know. Or, is the pain to much for you?” He laughed.

(Gotta have dinner, won’t be back in tonight, seeya!)

"Insufferable… dolt…!" It hurt much more than she was truly letting on. She was weak on her hands and knees.

(Aww, dang it!! Bye bye!! Could you respond first?)

//so how can I get caught up? Just to reiterate, I won’t be on much this week, I’m on vacation.

(Just have Pietro wake up. He's been sleeping.)

//where is piper?

(At his house. Wren is too.)

//I thought wren was dead I’m so confused but ok

Pietro sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. More nightmares. He shook his head, trying to clear it. “Piper?”

(You missed out on the really awkward flirting. •-•)

(You missed out on the really awkward flirting. •-•)

//awww

(I was tired, okay?! I was tired and out of ideas!!!!)

Wren's right hand flew out in front of her instinctivly, her fingers tense. "Who was that?"

Piper practically ran into Pietro's room. "Finally. I've been trying to wake you up for an hour! Sorry about the water." She apologized, pointing at his soaked shirt.

“Thanks,” Pietro muttered. “Where’s Lolita?”

"SHE'S BEEN CAPTURED YA DOLT THAT'S WHY I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET YOU UP!"