"You takin' a nap?" Incredulity evident in his tone. You smirked just before the sensations stopped. "I'm trying to fix my arm," you opened your eyes slowly, seeing him stand by the doorway. He'd traded his chest plate and upper body armor for a white tank top. The lower half of his costume remained. He grimaced, "More of your weird shit?" His tone had less edge to it. He sounded more hollow than he'd been an hour ago. You nodded. He rolled his eyes, more out of a salty habit than any real emotion, now. You flicked a finger towards him, "Where'd you get the, uh-" "Found it in a locker." A pregnant pause before he slapped the doorframe with his palm twice, his eyes sweeping back toward the cars, "Let's blow this popsicle stand. I don't like it here." He left the doorway and sauntered out toward the bay. You stood with a groan and swiped something from a hook on the wall. Keys jingled from your extended finger as you caught up to him, "Shotgun. I vote we take the Jeep."

A fan replica of soldier boy’s golden shield. Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/TheBoys/comments/v630z1/i_made_soldier_boys_shield/

A dude in a wet, white tank top with muscly biceps. No face was necessary

Red, Wiry & Blitzed
Chapter 8: Pickup Trucks Work Better Than Pickup Lines

The palm slapping against the doorway just—🤌🏽✨

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