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Turns Out Being a Super Hero Is Actually Really Gay! - Chapter 7

*nervously sweating* Heeeey guys, it’s been a while huh? I’ve been busy with a lot of shit and my mental health has not been the best for my motivation. But I’m kind of sorta back on that grind and am going to try my best! So like I have a Ko-fi now so can go support me there if you’d like or if you’re interested I’m Open for Commissions! Once more I would like to thank the wonderful @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil for their endless inspiration, you two are the best! ENJOY!!!

Logan’s Suit

Patton’s Suit

Roman’s Suit

Virgil’s Suit 1 Virgil’s Suit 2

(TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of anxiety and anxiety attacks, nothing bad happens though I swear!)

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“It’s true!” Roman huffed.

“No, it isn’t!” Logan groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

It was training time again and the boys plus Thomas had gathered on the roof of their usual abandon building to stretch out. They have been training for about two and a half weeks now and Thomas had to admit they were learning pretty fast, a few tweaks and bumps but nothing they wouldn’t be able to catch up on. The boys were all a very smart and hard-working bunch, they complained sometimes like most teenagers do especially if Thomas punished them by making them do extra laps or push ups or something, but they did them anyways and then some. Sometimes they got a bit rowdy but they always knew how to settle down when things got serious. Of course, they still bickered a lot with each other (mainly Roman vs Logan and Virgil) but most of the times it wasn’t anything serious, like today’s topic.

“Yes, it is!” Roman said as they continued doing jumping jacks “Almost every queer person like or know the same songs!”

“Look, obviously if the song is popular most people are going to know it,” Logan scoffed “but you’re not accounting for different taste in music. It’s stereotypical to put us all under the same metaphorical umbrella because the majority know the same trashy pop song.”

“Okay, one: pop is not trashy…most pop is not trashy,” Roman stated “and two: I’m not grouping everyone into the same category, I know people have different opinions, Einstein. I’m just saying that isn’t it kind of funny that when a particular song starts to play almost every gay in a hundred foot radius will turn around and be like: Oh my god, I know that song!”

“A lot of non-queer people do that too,” Logan argued as he bent down to touch his toes “they might like that certain song as well, it isn’t exclusively for a single community.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Roman groaned, stretching out his arms “it’s like…you play a certain song, right, and you attract certain people. The Beatles are either gunna get you those classic rockers or people raised in that era, same thing with Elvis or Selena. Play an intro to an anime and you’ll attract a lot of otakus or a song from My Fair Lady, more then likely gunna get a lot of musical geeks.”

“Is there a point to this?” Logan asked, brow arched and arms crossed.

“Hold it, Nerdlock, I’m getting to that,” Roman quipped, stretching upwards “all I’m saying is if you’re lost queer youth walking the streets of New York in a shady part of town and hear Cher’s Do You Believe In Life After Love coming from one direction and I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash coming from the other, you’re gunna more then likely follow Cher. And it may not be because you particularly like her but it’s the least likely possibility that it’ll lead you to a country sports bar full of conservative, homophobic, Trump supporters. And it’s not to say that Johnny Cash is a beloved icon among conservative, homophobic, Trump supporters but unfortunately that’s usually the crowed you attract with that type of music.”

Logan paused for a moment, frowning deeply, “But not all conservative, homophobes, Trump supporters like country music.”

“Oh my god, that’s not what I’m saying!” Roman groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

Virgil snickered from behind them, “Forget it Princey, Logan isn’t really all that into music OR social media so most of this stuff is just gunna go over his head.”

“It just doesn’t make sense why most believe that certain groups of people like a certain genre of music,” Logan explained honestly “music is supposed to be a widespread thing that all kinds of people can listen to and enjoy.”

“Well, it’s good that you think that way Lo, music really is something that should be appreciated by all kinds of people,” Patton smiled sweetly “unfortunately not everybody thinks that way and our society has placed stereotypes on to certain types of music.”

“If we’re done questioning the morals of society and it’s god awful social norms we should continue on with our training,” Thomas pipped up, having been amused with the conversation but they really needed to get started “we’re stamina building today.”

A collective of loud groans and Virgil pipped up as their voice, “Of course, it’s fucking stamina day.”

Thomas chuckled, pulling down his mask and jumping towards the next building, “Five laps!”

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“It seems like so long as the material makes contact with your skin it’ll turn invisible too,” Joan said, fascinated as he looked over the schematic on the computer “I wonder if it’ll work on a larger scale?”

“Let’s try baby steps first please,” Virgil murmured, nervously fidgeting on the stool he was once again sitting on with suction cup wires on his head and neck “I don’t even know how I turned myself invisible let alone other things.”

“Right, right, sorry, I’m getting a head of myself,” Joan apologized as they turned to Talyn “Any readings that may help us determine what triggers Virgil’s invisibility?”

“Hmm, so far all I’ve got is spikes of adrenalin,” Talyn informed them “which makes sense, if coming from a spider DNA then these powers would most likely be used as a defense mechanism when put in danger. Though it be useful to know if the invisibility could be triggered when not in destress or if Virgil could falsely trigger it.”

“Well, I’m always in high destress so that’s no problem.” Virgil chuckled nervously, feet swinging back and forth.

“Wait, that’s right!” Talyn exclaimed in sudden realization, though what it was Virgil didn’t know “You have anxiety right?”

Virgil corked an eyebrow, curling a bit into himself, “Yeah…why?”

Talyn stepped back a moment before continuing with a much calmer approach, “Sorry, got excited, it’s just that Thomas has anxiety too and it sometimes has a lot of effect on his powers. Over the years he’s been able to over come it and get a lot better as well as being able to use it to help him with his powers.”

“I don’t follow?” Virgil said honestly.

“When climbing walls,” Joan butted in “you have to tense your muscles a bit to help trigger the hair follicles that help you stick to things, right?”

Virgil nodded and Joan continued, “Tensing is a form of physical stress, usually the body does it when it feels stressed or in danger. But you and the others to it willingly…most times, at controlled points on your body.”

“I still don’t follow.” Virgil sighed, starting to feel very stupid right now.

“Your invisibility is triggered by a spike in adrenalin,” Talyn explained “which is due to stress, caused by being in danger. If you can artificially conger up that feeling of stress, of being in danger, you can trick your brain into that spike and maybe turn invisible.”

“But what if I can’t?” Virgil asked meekly “What if I…”

“What if you what?” Joan urged on “If you’re concerned about something please tell us Virgil, we don’t want to accidently hurt you.”

Virgil fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie, “What if I…accidently…stupidly…trigger myself to have an anxiety attack?”

“Don’t worry,” Talyn assured him, a soothing hand on Virgil’s shoulder “that’s another thing we’ll be working on as well. We’re gunna need to know your limits and what you’re comfortable with so that we can help you. But for now, me and Joan have created a temporary aid to help better control your invisibility powers.”

Joan had left to rummage through one of the work benches and came back with a metal case, carefully opening it and turning it towards Virgil. Inside siding atop spongy black foam was a Rainbow Weaver mask but this one was white with purple accents around the eyes. Talyn had been maneuvering around Virgil and removing the suction cup wires before gesturing towards the mask in the case. “Try it on.”

Virgil hesitantly reached forward, gently cradling the mask in his hands because this was most likely more then a mask and worth more then his life. He didn’t want to risk braking it and ruining all of Joan and Talyn hard work. He peeked through the opening and saw that it was just fabric, plus the lenses for the eyes. Virgil corked a suspicious eyebrow but didn’t say a word as he pushed back his hair and carefully slipped on the mask.

“How is it?” Joan asked.

Virgil shrugged, “Fine, I guess. Am I supposed to see something?”

“Not yet,” Joan replied, grabbing a nearby tablet “I have to activate it first.”

Virgil tilted his head in a very Patton like fashion, “Activate?”

Talyn nodded, “Thomas’s mask has a lot of features: telecommunication, police scanners, heat vision, night vision, and a lot of other things. You’re and the others will essentially be the same, give or take a few unique features.”

“Like helping with my invisibility?” Virgil asked dumbly, because of course he would.

“Precisely,” Joan said “what we’ve done is added a sort of mini electromagnetic pulse wave scanner to your mask. It’ll activate the exact brainwaves needed to trigger your invisibility just like we’ve been doing here with the computer but portable. Which you can activate at anytime with this button here.”

Joan carefully took Virgil’s hand, making sure it was always in Virgil’s line of sight, and guided it up towards the side of his mask. There Virgil felt tiny divots against his mask which he had not felt while holding it or while putting it on. Joan lead his finger towards a certain divot and stepped back, gesturing for Virgil to press down on it. Virgil took a breath, preparing himself for what was about to happen, closing his eyes shut and pressing the button. He didn’t really feel anything happen but by the excited noises Joan and Talyn were making he guessed that it worked and that was enough for Virgil to crack open his eyes just a bit.

“This is great!” Talyn cheered, a wide smile displayed across their face “How do you feel Virgil?”

“Uh, okay, I guess,” Virgil replied distantly, looking down at his hands and seeing nothing “kind of sort of freaking out a bit to be completely honest.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Joan said gently “you can turn it off if you want to, we just wanted to see if it worked.”

Virgil didn’t need to be told twice, hands trembling just a bit, he quickly found the button and deactivated his invisibility. He sighed out a long breath of relief, hands on his knees as he lowered down his head between them. It was still very, very disorienting not being able to see yourself and essentially not existing in the visible eyes of others. It was all very existential and Virgil really didn’t want to think about it all too long.

He felt a gentle hand rub against his back and Virgil looked up to see the smiling face of Joan and Talyn, peeking out from behind their shoulder. “You okay?”

Virgil smiled thankfully though they probably couldn’t see it through the mask so he nodded instead, “Yeah, I’m good. Just got a bit freak out is all.”

“It’s all fine,” Joan assured “you can always duck out when you need to.”

There was a pause and awkward staring, as if waiting for something.

Then Virgil giggled, “I was half waiting for Patton to say: quack-quack.”

Joan and Talyn nodded, laughing along, “Same.”

“Anyways,” Talyn continued, a fond smile still on their face “now that we’ve brought up the mask, we should tell you that the rest of your costume is almost complete…kind of.”

“Kind of?” Virgil asked, taking off the mask and ruffling his hair back to maximum messy floofness.

Joan clicked away at his computer and brought up a hyper real 3D replica of a plain white full body suit with minimal purple spiderweb accents. “We have the concept of how the interior design will be, mask software as well as heating and cooling for the body. But we don’t really have a design for the exterior. We thought it be too plain to give it to you like this so why not change it up to fit your taste. Within reason of course.”

Talyn handed Virgil a tablet with a stylist pen and gestured towards the screen, “Add whatever you want.”

Virgil chewed at the inside of his lip, looking down at the tablet then back up towards Joan and Talyn before meekly asking, “Can…can I add a hoodie?”

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Thomas had let the group to a nearby abandon construction sight where they were quickly weaving in and out through open walls, vents, and cement tubes. The whole thing was basically a giant jungle gym, great for working on dexterity and quick reflexes. They were basically playing follow the leader, if Thomas was being honest, he maneuvered around objects in a certain way and the boys would mimic his movements as they tried to keep up.

Currently they were taking a breather and leisurely walking across large metal beams and swinging across dangling hooks. It was quiet and kind of peace, then Roman started singing, “Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!”

“So, tell me what you want, what you really, really want!” The group replied without missing a beat.

Roman laughed triumphantly, poking at Logan’s shoulder, “See, see!”

Logan huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance, “That doesn’t prove anything!”

Roman slightly lifted his bootleg Rainbow Weaver mask to stick out his tongue, “Party pooper.”

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“Think of your empathetic powers as a metaphorical muscle,” Talyn explained “it’s something that should be worked on and trained so that it can get stronger.”

“How do I do that?” Patton asked curiously “I thought it was just like I touch someone and feel whatever their feeling?”

“It’s a lot more then that,” Joan said thoughtfully as he rapidly typed away at his computer “without think about it you can just barely touch the surface of someone’s emotional state. Of course, if this person’s emotional state is heightened, be it negative or positive, it’s much easier to read. But you really concentrate and focus you’ll be able to get a deeper, more complex reading.”

“Hmm, I never thought of it like that,” Patton said “but how will I be able to practice if I have to constantly be in contact with someone? Won’t that be a little suspicious and weird?”

“Try doing an air scan.” Talyn suggested.

Patton tilted his head in confusion, “What’s that?”

“You’re an empathetic person by nature, even before the bite,” Talyn said “how were you able to tell how people felt before?”

Patton shrugged, “I didn’t really, it’s just…people sometimes have this air about them. I mean, sure there’s facial features and body language but sometimes people are good at hiding those so you have to be extra aware of them. Like you enter a room and you can feel the air tense up or feel relaxed and airy. Kind of like an aura…geez, I kind of sound like a hippy.”

“No, no, you’re right,” Joan reassured “people do have auras, just like all of you do. I’m sure you’ve noticed the waves of colors surrounding each of you. That is your aura and spider sense which you all can see because you’re on the same frequency. Everyone else is sort of invisible but you can still feel it, in a sense.”

Patton hummed thoughtfully, “I guess…can I ask you two a question?”

They both nodded, Talyn seeming particularly curious, “What’s on your mind Patton?”

“Well, I mean…” Patton began bashfully “I don’t really…get my powers.”

“You don’t get your powers?” Joan replied in a confused tone “I’m not sure I follow.”

“Like, I don’t understand why I have them,” Patton corrected before back tracking a little “I mean, I know why I have them, cause I got bit by a mutant creepy, crawly death dealer. But I don’t under why I have this power specifically. It’s kind of…not really spider related.”

Patton had originally planned to say that these powers weren’t very useful for anything hero related. Don’t get him wrong, it’s great to know how people are feeling, he liked knowing when people are having a bad day or feeling sad so that he can help cheer them up. Very useful in dealing with stubborn friends who don’t really know how to let their walls down and talk things out. But other then that it didn’t have very much use in the super hero business.

Admittingly, Patton knew he wasn’t the best here (yet) even if he did try his gosh darnest every day. But Patton knew where his abilities were and none of them were on any use to being a hero; Logan was smart and new a lot of strategy, Roman was brave and great at adapting to new situations, and Virgil stealthy and flexible. Patton was a crybaby, clumsy, naïve, scared of spiders and the dark, was way to sensitive, and honestly not that bright. He could barely keep up with the training that they’re doing plus everyone else had cool and (most importantly) useful powers to help them become heroes. All Patton could do was tell if you were happy or not and really that kind of bummed him out a bit.

Both scientists nodded in understanding, Talyn quickly typing away on their tablet, “It has to do more with your spider sense then anything else. It tells you when you’re in danger but it can also alert you to when others are in danger as well. With you it’s been amplified a bit more and is able to pick up more than just distress.”

“Remember, humans are naturally emotional and empathetic beings,” Joan explained carefully “and god only knows what the hell else Oscorps put into that thing. Being that you’re a very sensitive and empathetic person by nature the spider’s venom latched on to that trait and mutated it because it thought it best for survival.”

“Survival?” Patton asked, very, very confused now.

“Prime animal instincts is to survive,” Talyn filled in “they either adapt to their environment in order or evolve using the traits they have. Animals and insects are very sensitive to emotions since they don’t have any other way of communication other then body language. So, your empathy is actually really natural and could potentially become a great asset in missions.”

“Really?” Patton said excitingly, a fiery determination in his eyes.

Joan smiled at the teen’s enthusiasm, “Absolutely, if you can build up your power strong enough to the point where you don’t have to be in physical contact with someone to sense them, you can essentially use it as a sort of echo location. Great for stealth missions.”

“What can I do to help build it up faster?” Patton asked enthusiastically.

“Take it slow,” Talyn warned “you could really hurt yourself if you push yourself too far. Like I said before: think of your powers like a muscle. You slowly build it up over time so that it can properly and safely carry the weight you want it to. If you dump that weight all in one go you could end up hurting yourself.”

Patton bit his lip ashamed, “Sorry, I, uh, got excited.”

“It’s fine,” Talyn soothed “it’s fine to get excited but you also have to remember that you all are still training. Still new to all of this, so you have to be careful because not only could you hurt yourselves but you could also accidently hurt others around you.”

“We just want to make sure that everybody is safe,” Joan added “there’s no need to rush into things. Take it at your own pace and I can guarantee you that your powers will flourish naturally on their own.”

Patton gave them both a small appreciative smile, their words did make him feel a little better about himself. He found comfort in knowing he’ll be able to contribute to the team even just a little, but even so he’ll work extra hard to be the best hero he can be. “Where should I start?”

“Try to sense the people in the house,” Talyn suggested “take a deep breath, close your eyes, and try to focus on the energy around you. See if you can try and distinguish each person from their aura, though it might be a bit harder to catch on to mine and Joan’s aura since we’re fully human.”

“I’ll bring up the security cameras on screen to see if you’re right or wrong,” Joan said “though knowing their location isn’t the important part, it’s weather you can sense them or not.”

“Alright, let’s try it.” Patton said with a determined nod, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath just like Talyn had said. A few moments passed before Patton peeked open an eye, “I don’t think it’s working.”

“It’s gunna take a minute,” Joan explained “remember you can’t rush into it, take your time and ease yourself into it.”

Patton nodded again, reclosing his eyes and taking a much slower breath, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. The world became dark and quiet around him but Patton wasn’t scared, he instead focused on the energy curled up inside his chest and let it seep out in every direction. It stretched and curled around the room, not really sure where it was supposed to go, until it finally hit something, two somethings actually. They were a bit fuzzy but Patton was soon able to see a warm, bright orange figure with swirls of soft browns stood a few feet in front of him, along side a neon magenta figure with electric pops of black, neon green and blue.

“I can see you guys!” Patton exclaimed, excitingly wiggling in his chair “You’re so colorful!”

“What else can you see?” Talyn’s voice urged on curiously.

Patton focused a bit more, his energy stretching out and winding up stairs in endless directions until it hit something else. Swirls of dark blues with dots of bright grey that light up like a galaxy of stars, humming like a soothing melody, it was so beautiful. Patton cheeks warmed and a smile appeared across his face, “I think I found Logan, he seems to be in the living room, probably reading. Thomas has a little reading nook by the window that he likes to occupy when he isn’t busy with training or homework.”

He heard a fond chuckle from both of them before Joan asked him to continue, “Can you find the others?”

Reluctantly, Patton pulled himself away from Logan’s aura, his mind still tingling with buzzing warmth as it moved on towards other places. He felt it stop at the kitchen where it bumped into two more figures, one a bright sheen of white with streaks of red and gold, dramatically dancing and singing, the other a dark storm of blacks and purples and white lighting that felt cozy to listen to. Patton giggled, “Roman and Virgil are in the kitchen, more then likely arguing about something or another. Their auras seemed pretty riled up so it’s more likely they’re arguing about Disney again.”

“All that leaves is Thomas,” Joan said “you think you can do it? Or would you rather take a brake now?”

“No, I’m fine,” Patton assured “I think I can find him, let me see…”

He let his energy freely float around the entire first floor but still he could not find Thomas anywhere. After collecting himself a bit Patton twisted himself towards the second flight of stairs up to the second floor. He spread himself out once more looking through every nook and cranny each room and hallway had to offer but still no sign of his mentor. Collecting himself once more Patton decided he should try going further up, weaving through the attic and up to the roof where he was hit with a burst of technicolor.

“Found him,” Patton announced, giggling at the rainbow light show displaying behind his eyelids “he’s like a homing beacon you light up when it gets super foggy. I was wondering why I hadn’t been able to find him sooner, turns out he’s just on the roof. He feels…a little down.”

“It’s like that sometimes,” Talyn sighed sadly “he’ll sometimes go up there to clear his head. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine when he comes down, just needs a bit of space right now. You can open your eyes now, be make sure to ease out of it slowly. The state you’re in is very open and delicate and we don’t want you to get overwhelmed by all your senses.”

Patton nodded, his energy collecting back into himself and slowly slinking his way down, down, down, from the roof, the attic, the second floor, the first floor, down the stairs, and back to the basement. He took another slow breath; in for four, hold for seven, out for eight…and slowly let his senses fully comeback to him. He could feel the world around him move once more, becoming more lively and clear instead of a muffled echo. Carefully and slowly Patton opened his eyes to find Joan and Talyn in the same spots, staring at him curiously.

“Did…did I do good?” Patton asked shyly.

“You did amazing!” Joan smiled, stepping aside to show the computer screen which displayed which displayed different sections of the house through black and white security cameras. Three of them were brought forward for closer inspection and as predicted Logan was in the living room reading by the nook, Roman and Virgil were in the kitchen and looked to be in a very heated debate about something, and Thomas was lounging on the roof, looking off towards the city skyline. “Even better we previously predicted!”

“And that’s because your powers are fairly new and haven’t been practiced on much,” Talyn added proudly “imagine what else you could do with them, even just a little bit of training.”

Patton flushed a deep crimson, shyly coving up his smile with the neck of his shirt, “I mean…I did okay, I guess.”

“Hey,” Joan said softly, placing a firm hand on Patton’s shoulder “give yourself credit where credit is due. You can do this Patton, you’re capable of so much more then you think.”

“Aw geez, thanks you guys.” Patton muttered bashfully, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“Now, on to more fun business,” Talyn clapped their hands excitedly as they reached for another tablet along with a styles. The computer behind them displayed a 3-D design of a plain white spider suite with pink web accents. “We’ve finished calibrating all the equipment you’ll need fitted for your suit but we decided that each of you will design the exterior. Put in a little bit of yourselves in the costumes you’ll wear, add on anything you want. Within reason of course.”

“Can I not have a spider logo on it?” Patton asked hesitantly “I mean I’m fine with the spiderwebs but not with the spider.”

Joan nodded, “That’s fine, anything else?”

Patton thought for a moment before beginning to doodle over the image on the tablet, “Can I wear a hat?”

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They moved on to wall climbing now, nothing too fancy, very much like running laps except that they’re climbing up and down the side of a building. First, they climbed forwards, then backwards, then sideways, just to make sure they were proficient in every angle. It was actually really boring but Thomas told them it was something that was necessary so that they can get use to sticking and unsticking to stuff. He told them that just like walking wall climbing should become second nature to them so they’ll have a much better time controlling what they’ll be able to stick to.

Right now, they were learning how to walk up the side of the building without using their hands. It looked much easier than it actually was, your body had to be stiff and tense so that it could hold itself up because gravity wanted to pull the rest of you down. It had the same feeling as if you were climbing up hill with a ton of rocks strapped to your back.

But even with all the moaning and groaning that came with the strain of walking sideways up a building, Roman still had enough energy and focus in him to sing, “I get so emotional, baby!”

“Every time I think of you!” The group sang back, almost instinctively, even as some of them momentarily lost their balance.

Roman snickered while Logan rolled his eyes as he re-centered himself, “It’s a popular song Roman, of course a lot of people are going to know it!”

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“Let’s try something,” Joan said as they lined up a few glass bottles on a table a few feet across where Roman was sitting, once more attached to suction cup wires. “Your vocal projection powers are very spread out, when activated the sound disperses throughout the entire room. But I want to see if you can train it to focus on one point, that way you can have a little bit more control over it.”

“How would I go about doing that?” Roman asked, absentmindedly tugging on one of the suction cup wires. Talyn gently swatted his hand away and gave him a friendly smile, “Taking a breath first would do you well, you seem a bit nervous.”

“Whaaaat? Me nervous? Never!” Roman scoffed flippantly before meekly ducking his head when both scientists gave him an unconvinced look “Okay…maybe a little.”

“It’s okay be to be uneasy Roman,” Joan said soothingly, walking forward to place a hand on the teen’s shoulder “these are brand new things happening to your body all at once. It’s okay for it to be a little scary, just know that we’re here to help you through it. Which means we need to know when you’re uncomfortable so we know where your limit is. The absolute last thing we want is to unintentionally hurt you.”

Roman bit his bottom lip nervously, eyes down casted as he fidgeted in his chair, “I mean, isn’t the whole point of this plus the training about me being able to go past my limit? Superheroes aren’t meant to have limits or walls and stuff, right?”

“Yeah, no, unfortunately that is a very common misconception,” Joan said with a frown “remember, behind the mask heroes are still people just like everybody else.”

“Plus, weather you like it or not, you’re still a kid,” Talyn added firmly “you’re still growing and learning about things and how to live life. This responsibility you boys have is going to make you grow up so fast it’s not even funny. So, you’re gunna have to be care in everything you do, know your limits and learn when to duck out if needed.”

“It’s absolutely okay not to be perfect at everything,” Joan said gently “you’re still human.”

“Thomas said that people don’t take too kindly when heroes make mistakes,” Roman mumbled nervously “I just…I don’t want to let anybody down. Even if I am young and stupid and reckless, I want to show people that they can count on me and that I’m able to do things without fucking them up.”

“That’s another unfortunate truth to being a superhero,” Joan sighed tiredly, rubbing the back of their neck “though I don’t think Thomas said that to discourage you, more as a warning. He doesn’t want you boys to get hurt, be it physically or emotionally, the public’s words can be…harsh.”

It was quiet for a moment, Roman chewing at the inside of his cheek as he thought over their conversation. He wasn’t an official superhero yet but as time when on and their training progressed Roman, admittingly, was getting a bit nervous. Thomas, Rainbow Weaver, both, were these huge inspirations to the world. One brought joy through entertainment and activism and the other saved lives on the daily, both were idols and had enormous shoes to fill. Though Roman knew he shouldn’t be comparing himself to Thomas since the older man had a lot more years under his belt but it was still difficult. Roman wanted to be a hero that everybody would be proud of, that Thomas would be proud of…that his dad could be proud of.

“Do you think…” Roman took a deep steady breath, calming his racing mind before asking “…do you think everybody will hate me at one point?”

“Probably,” Talyn said with a melancholy smile “like Joan said: public opinion can be very harsh. But so long as you know that you’re doing good that’s all that should really matter. It’ll be difficult but thankfully you boy all have one advantage.”

“What’s that?” Roman asked curiously.

“You have each other,” Joan helpfully provided, a bit of enthusiasm behind their voice “you’re not alone in this, remember that.”

Roman shrugged, a soft smile appearing on his face, “Eh, I guess so.”

“Shall we move on to our experiment?” Talyn asked gently “Or do you need a bit more time?”

“Mmh, I’m good to go if you two are,” Roman hummed thoughtfully “plus, I think I thought of something that might help.”

“By all means, go right ahead.” Joan said, stepping away from the table lined with bottles and standing next to Talyn behind Roman.

Roman stared at the bottles with full concentration, taking a couple of deep breaths before a sharp high-pitched whistle was heard. A gust of wind blew in their faces as the sound traveled right through the center of the table, shattering three bottles. Roman grimaced, “Sorry, I tried to aim for just one but…”

“No, no, this is great!” Talyn exclaimed excitedly, patting his shoulder “We totally forgot that pitch and range have a lot to do vocal precision. Whistling is a much more easier to controlled then vocal range, which is why the last time you used these powers it got a bit out of control. You were dispersing the sound waves all over the place because you sang in a much wider range of sound unlike right now where it was more controlled.”

“Oh, well I was just kind of thinking that whistling was more like…” Roman gestured forward with his hand “…an arrow that could shoot straight ahead while riffing was more…earthquake-y?”

“Yeah, that’s basically what Talyn was saying,” Joan chuckled, ruffling over Roman’s hair “but the fact that you were able to come up with that conclusion on your own is very impressive.”

Roman smiled shyly, a swell of pride bloomed throughout his chest, “Yeah, well, I was mainly just thinking back to my vocal lessons in theater class and how Mr. Bell used to teach us about projection and controlled range.”

“Well, there’s another thing we’ll need to study up on,” Talyn said with a weary smile “maybe Thomas can help us, he did double major with theater.”

“True,” Joan nodded before turning back to Roman “you think you could try hitting the rest of these bottles?”

Roman nodded with confidence, “Absolutely.”

They spent the rest of their time running more test with Roman and how wide of a range his sonic wave could be. It could go from bullet precision to catastrophic earthquake levels of damage. They also tried to figure out what triggered would trigger the power to activate but were unsuccessful in their findings. So they left it dormant once more until Roman could have enough control over it so that he won’t accidently blow out the speakers in the theater or cause a building to collapse while singing in the shower. By the end of it Roman was able to shatter each bottle individuating and was very proud of himself for accomplishing that goal.

“I think we have sufficient data for today,” Talyn said as they reached over to grab another tablet and styles pen “now for the fun part.”

Roman was handed over the items before being gestured to look at the computer screen in front of him which displayed a 3-D model of a white spider suit with red web accents. Roman wiggled in excitement, “Is that my suit?”

“Not quite,” Joan said with an enthusiastic glimmer in his eyes “the internal structure is finished but the outside still needs to be designed. So long as it’s within reason you can add anything you want.”

“Anything I want?” Roman smiled mischievously with a tone that sounded like trouble.

“Within reason.” Joan repeated with a raised eyebrow.

Roman thought a moment before that mischievous smirk returned to his face, “Boots?”

“Sure, why not?” Talyn shrugged, though they knew that wasn’t the end of it, not by a long shot.

“Gold boots with red accents?” Roman asked.

“Doable.” Joan nodded.

“Roses?” Roman hummed, tapping his chin with the styles pen as he doodled over the blank canvas that would soon be his suit.

“Real or designed on the suit?” Talyn questioned.

“Designed on the suit, duh,” Roman said as he sketched out another idea “what am I gunna do with real roses?”

“Throw it around like confetti?” Joan chuckled.

“Don’t tempt me,” Roman smirked “what about a cape?”

“Why do you want a cape?” Talyn asked “It’s like the least useful accessory you could ever have!”

“Thomas has a cape.” Roman countered.

“They’re gliders!” Joan exclaimed, irritation clear on their face “I’ve been arguing with people for years on this, I’m not gunna start again! They’re gliders end of story.”

Roman huffed out a laugh, “Okay geez, but still can I have a cape?”

“I draw the line at capes,” Talyn said firmly “they serve no purpose what so ever! Absolutely useless!”

“Come on!” Roman whined “They’re super cool though!”

“Have you not seen the Incredibles?” Joan said desperately “Those things are a fucking death trap!”

“Then I’ll die looking fabulous!” Roman said stubbornly.

“Look,” Talyn sighed tiredly “how ‘bout we replace the cape with a vest that has a long-ish tail and throw in an anime scarf, deal?”

Roman frowned, silently thinking over his options before a sly smirk slid across his face and he stuck out his hand to shake, “Deal.”

Joan and Talyn glared at him suspiciously, “You bamboozled us, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I kind of did.” Roman giggled.

---

Thomas has slowly been teaching them how to use the web shooters, there apparently was a lot more to them then just shoot and swing. They had projectiles, pre made netting, extra sticky, different densities, and even an exploding one! (Thomas said that it was only to be used in absolutely desperate situations) In other words, it was much more complex then the boys had previously thought. Since Roman and Virgil could produce their own webbing they only had to work with the web shooters about half the time, the other half working with their natural webbing. But Thomas had told them that it was better for them to use artificial webbing instead of their own because they’d tier out quicker otherwise.

Currently they were doing what Thomas called reverse rope climbs, where they’d shoot a string of web up on the ceiling and retract it back in to pull themselves up before letting it back out and slowly lowering themselves down. Again, seemed simple enough but it was actually hell to do in real life. Still, the boys were getting better as their training continued on, shooting with more accuracy then when they first started out and a bit more muscle on them so that they could hold on longer.

And of course, this was absolutely the perfect moment for Roman to burst out into song, “Let’s have a kiki, I wanna have a kiki!”

“Lock the doors tight!” They all replied.

“Let’s have a kiki!” Patton chimed in.

“Motherfucker.” Virgil mumbled.

“I’m gunna let you have it!” Thomas sang.

Logan gave a sideways glare towards Roman who smiled haughtily in his direction. He merely shook his head in reply, ignoring the theatrical teen’s antics and continued to climb up his web rope. Roman pouted, calling up to him, “Just admit I’m right!”

“I rather chew off my own foot!” Logan called back.

---

Logan didn’t really have much to work on power wise, which he was fine with, night vision didn’t require a lot of training. Though it did make remembering to turn ON the lights at home a bit difficult, his parents have caught him reading in the dark a couple times. But other than that, there wasn’t much for Logan to work on, so why did Joan and Talyn call for them to meet one on one?

He knew about the other’s extra training with them so that they could better understand and control their new powers. But as far as Logan knew he was perfectly fine in that area and Thomas could probably teach him all that he needed to know. Yet still they called for him.

“So,” Joan began, wiggling a finger in front of Logan’s face “a little birdy told us that you hacked into the US Pentagon when you were in 7th grade.”

Logan flushed pink, nervously straightening out his tie, “Technically, it was me AND Morgan but…who told you that? Was it Virgil?” Logan muttered under his breath “Asshole, I swore him to secrecy! And so did the FBI!”

“Don’t worry, we have our own way of finding out things,” Talyn chuckled “but that’s quite impressive, even if you did have help. Me and Joan couldn’t hack the Pentagon until senior year of high school.”

Logan shrugged, “Everybody has hacked the Pentagon once in their life, they have a very flimsy security system. You’d think they’d learn to beef up their security after being hacked so many times but sadly no. I have no idea how they keep functioning like this.”

“I’m pretty sure Tony Stark had something to do with it,” Joan theorized “he’s hacked into the Pentagon enough times to know what’s going on in there. Probably installed a secret security system to encrypt the REALLY important stuff.”

“It’s possible,” Logan said thoughtfully “unless the Pentagon is just a coverup to distract from the real secrets hidden away elsewhere.” He paused, remembering the question he previously wanted to ask “Other than discussing the Pentagon’s atrocious security system, uh, why was I called down here. Have I done something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” Talyn assured “on the contrary, we brought up the Pentagon situation because we thought you could help us with a little…project of ours.”

“Project?” Logan asked, a small hint of excitement in his voice “What kind of project?”

“Well, remember when we brought up Tony Stark?” Joan said as he rapidly typed away on the large computer, bringing up the Stark Industries’ website.

Logan’s eyes widen in shock, “You want me to hack into Stark Industries?”

“Not exactly,” Joan said “we’re using Stark Industries as more of a back door to enter into the SHEILD data base and using that as a back door to enter into the Avengers’ data base.”

“Why go through all the trouble of hacking through Stark and SHEILD?” Logan asked curiously “Wouldn’t it be easier to just head hack into the Avengers’ data base since up front? I mean it is the end goal to all of this is it not?”

“We thought so too,” Talyn began to explain, bringing up a diagram of sorts on screen “at first we had thought that all three industries were separate since they were three different companies. And that used to be the case until that whole Hydra fiasco a few years back, long story short they now all function with Stark technology.”

“And we all know how well Stark’s security system runs,” Joan added, gesturing towards the diagram, a large circle with a smaller circle inside going inside of smaller circles and so on “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but think of it as an onion and we all know that onions have layers. Before we can even think about snooping through the Avengers’ files and data logs, we have to go through Stark’s security system then SHIELD’s security system then finally the Avengers’ security system.”

Logan nodded in understanding but he still had more questions, “Why do you want to look thru the Avengers’ data base?”

Talyn gave him a forced smile, irritation clearly visible on their face but it was not directed at Logan, “Let’s just say that Tony Stark has a way of pissing off the wrong people-”

“They mean us.” Joan said honestly.

Talyn continued without waiting, “…and he sometimes has to be reminded that his actions have consequences and he’s not the only genius in the world.”

“He hacked into our system and copied some data about Rainbow Weaver so that he can file and save it for SHEILD and maybe the Avengers protocol,” Joan filled in “honestly, he could have just asked us and we probably would have given it to him because it’s the Avengers. If they ever need an extra set of helping hands we would have been on tab for them but no! Tony Stark can’t ask for ANYTHING to be handed to him so he has to be a little shit!”

“So, this is a revenge plan?” Logan questioned, trying to see if he had all the facts right.

Talyn shrugged nonchalantly, “Yeah, pretty much. We understand if you don’t wan-”

“Okay.” Logan cut in with a small shrug of his own.

“Okay, what?” Joan and Talyn asked tentatively.

“I’ll help you.” Logan replied coolly.

“Really?” The duo exclaimed in surprise.

Logan shrugged again before giving them a mischievous smile, “Truth be told I’ve always wanted to see what the inside of Stark’s security system looks like. Figure out how everything works and all.”

Talyn fist pumped the air, “Yes! We’re coming to get you Stark! You Gucci sunglasses wearing mother fucker!”

“I’m pretty sure it’s Prada.” Joan said.

“Actually, it’s Chopard.” Logan corrected, already having rolled up his sleeves as he rapidly typed away at the key board of the large main computer. “I see that he’s been using the Lava Lamp coding technique, so this is going to take a while.”

“You’re telling me,” Talyn replied, sitting next to him with their own tablet connected to the computer “there’s not goddamn pattern with this type of coding, it’s a pain in the ass!”

“Don’t you two use a similar kind of coding with your system?” Logan asked “How was he able to hack into it?”

“That’s another thing we’re trying to find out,” Joan said, sitting on Logan’s other side with a laptop “though I’m pretty sure he had that stupid AI of his do it for him.”

“Ah yes, he has an AI controlling his system,” Logan said thoughtfully “that’ll be even more tricky to get around. I had read an article discussing his AI and how he programed it and the article said that it was the most advanced AI in the world, it even passed the Turing test.”

“No need to discourage us even more.” Joan half joked.

“No, not discouraging just…” Logan paused a moment, thinking deeply “…what would you think would happen if an AI and an AI stopped to talk to each other.”

“Not sure I’m following.” Talyn admitted.

“Yeah, I’m kind of lost here too.” Joan added.

“We could go at it from all angles and it would still be able to catch us,” Logan explained “but if we have, say, an AI of our own Stark’s AI will be forced to overt all of it’s attention towards it because it’s supposedly a major threat. Meanwhile, we would have a chance to sneak passed it, find an encryption key and bypass all the barriers with ease.”

“I guess that could work,” Joan said “but that means we’d have to build an entire AI from scratch that is equal to that of Stark’s AI. And that’s another tedious thing all by itself.”

“And that could take months, maybe even years, to code and build,” Talyn added “at this point I think it’s better to make a mess of ourselves and cause chaos throughout Stark’s system then take on a task that’ll slow us down immensely.”

“Not quite,” Logan said distantly, rapidly typing over the key board once again “if I can find the base coding Stark used to build his AI I can ultimately use it as a structure to make one for ourselves.”

“How would we even go about doing that?” Joan asked curiously.

“Fake virus,” Logan said simply “the system will pull me in to be terminated but of course it won’t work at first so I’ll have time to look around until the system updates itself and finds out how to properly get rid of me.”

“Then why couldn’t we just use that to hack into the system?” Talyn asked.

“Because the coding I use for it is pretty weak and flimsy since it’s only meant for quick in and out missions,” Logan explained “I wouldn’t be able to make a strong enough overlayer to disguise us long enough without rising a lot of suspicion and having the entire AI’s security system on my ass.”

They both nodded and waited for Logan to continue, “But if I’m able to find at least the majority of Stark’s AI’s base coding we’ll be able to use it as we’ll be able to use it as a structure to build our AI around and have it done in, say, a few weeks.”

“So, essentially, we’ll be using his own work against him?” Talyn asked.

Logan smiled slyly, “Essentially, yes.”

Talyn slung their arm over Logan’s shoulder and gave him a hardy squeeze, “You absolute, evil little genius! Where have you been all my life?”

“It’s no wonder you’re on the FBI watch list.” Joan chuckled good-naturedly, ruffling Logan’s hair.

“Speaking of which, this won’t be going on my record right?” Logan asked pointedly.

“Oh, don’t worry we’re government funded,” Talyn explained “technically we’re higher ranked then the FBI so you’re good so long as you have our permission and we’re here supervise.”

“Excellent,” Logan cheered softly “this’ll take but a moment. And afterwards…may I ask a favor from both of you as well?”

“If you can help us do this, we’ll get you anything you want,” Joan offered dramatically “you want access to Area 51? Boom! We’ll get you that access!”

Logan chuckled softly, shaking his head, “No thank you, though the offer is tempting. I was just wondering if you two could help me with a little project of my own.”

“Sure, what is it?” Talyn asked.

“Uh, well,” Logan kneeled to rummage through his backpack, coming back ups with a worn-down spiral notebook stuffed with notes “so, I heard that we would be personalizing our costumes and I was wondering if I could add something?”

He opened the note book and flipped through several pages before stopping at a particular set of notes. There was a sketch of four robotic spider limbs coming out from a mechanical looking back pack, along with more notes that explained how it would function. Joan and Talyn took turns looking over the notes as Logan silently continued his work, unknowingly holding his breath in anticipation. Once he was finished and had gotten all the data he needed Logan turned back towards the two scientists who’ve been suspiciously quiet the entire time.

They were still looking through Logan’s note book, past his spider leg design and skimming through the rest of his notes from different projects. Logan fidgeted nervously, they both seemed so intense while looking through his notes and Logan couldn’t help but wonder if they were unimpressed by them. Most of his projects were theoretical because he would never in his life have the funding to actually build them, so he wasn’t sure if any of them were even possible. That included the spider leg design he made, he had spent weeks rewriting the design and scale and mechanisms that would go with it. He wanted to make absolutely sure that they would be possible to build, but he had no way to test them so he only had his mind and imagination to help him through it.

Joan and Talyn were world renowned robotic and biological engineers that were government funded to help their best friend watch over Manhattan. They were creators of amazing technology they built themselves that take inspiration from many other famous scientists but is still uniquely theirs. They were just…really cool and Logan kind of sort of looked up to them just as much as he looked up to Thomas, so he really, really wanted to impress them.

Joan was the first to speak, smiling big and wide, “Logan, these are incredible!”

“Did you design these all yourself?” Talyn exclaimed, eyes glittering in awe and excitement.

Logan blushed, bashfully rubbing at his wrists as he tried to give a nonchalant shrug, “Yes…but I haven’t really built or tested most of them so I’m not sure they’re even remotely possible.”

“Oh, anything is possible if you’re stubborn enough,” Joan quipped “what I’m more impressed with is how accurately structured these are, especially since you haven’t tested any of them. Like, we can’t even come up with stuff this precise without fucking up a few prototypes.”

“How were you able to do all this?” Talyn asked “Did you run it through a program to test it through at least digitally?”

“Uh, no,” Logan said, a shy smile appearing on his face “I just kind of, think about it in my head and write down how I think the structure and dimension would be like.”

“All in your head?” Talyn gasped in awe, Logan nodded and they squealed in excitement “Logan, that’s amazing!”

Logan didn’t think his face could get any redder, nor did he think the fluttery feeling in his chest could get any warmer. He wasn’t really used to being praised so openly and with such enthusiasm, it felt…nice. Really nice, and Logan just wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as he could.

---

They were taking a brake on a nearby roof, Thomas having provided drinks and snacks like always. The weather was starting to get colder as September reached its peak but thankfully today was just the right amount of breezy to cool down their over heated bodies. It was quiet, nothing but the breeze and bustle of the city as background noise while the group munched away on their snacks and silently enjoyed each other’s company. It was nice, very relaxing.

And of course, Roman had to ruin it, “You are my fire!”

“Oh my god!” Logan groaned, flopping onto his back.

“The one desire!” Patton chimed in enthusiastically.

“Seriously!” Logan said, exasperated.

“Believe when I say!” Thomas sang with a laugh.

“It’s Backstreet Boys!” Logan exclaimed “Everybody knows Backstreet Boys!”

“I want it that way!” Virgil cackled while Logan glared at him in betrayal “Virgil, I trusted you!”

Roman jumped up to his feet to strike a pose, “Tell me why!”

“Ain't nothin' but a heartache!” The other three joined in with him and Logan could only lay star fished on the ground hoping he look dead to the world.

“Tell me why!”

“Ain't nothin' but a mistake!”

“Tell me why!” Roman pointed an invisible mike down towards Logan who sighed and mumbled in reply “I never want to hear you say…”

“Whoa!” Roman cheered.

“I want it that way!” They finished with a dramatic group pose kneeling around Logan.

“I hope all of you know that you’ve officially wasted thirty whole seconds of my life,” Logan grumbled “I’m thirty more seconds closer to death, are you all happy?”

“Drama queen.” Roman snickered.

---

Thomas watched amusingly as Joan and Talyn moved back and forth between the boys’ suits, putting on the finishing touches. He was brought in to provide a third opinion on weather or not the boys would like them. Obviously, they would and Thomas said just that but for some reason Joan and Talyn kept fretting over them, adding this or recalibrating that or “do you think it be a bit too constricting in the chest area for Roman?” or “Virgil gets cold really easily, make sure the thermal software is working properly!” or “make sure the pants on the suit fit Logan well, that boys got legs for days and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable!” or “I noticed that Patton’s feet are a bit flat so I added extra cushion in the shoe to help him out a bit!” And so on and so forth.

“What’s with the face?” Joan asked, as they fiddled with the pack attached to Logan’s suit which held four long, metallic spider legs.

“Oh nothing,” Thomas replied smugly “just irony.”

Talyn gave him a raised eyebrow, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you two are a bunch so hypocrites,” Thomas snickered “you guys kept giving me shit for being maternal and being manipulated by puppy dog eyes yet here you two are giving them state of the art suits that are probably MUCH more advanced than mine.”

“Yeah, well they’re kids!” Talyn countered “Didn’t we want them to be safe? We’re just upgrading the suits a little bit and adding a few extra safety precautions.”

“Does Roman really need that long ass anime scarf and tail coat?” Thomas asked with a smirk.

They were quiet for a moment before Joan dramatically exclaimed, “He bamboozled us!”

Thomas stuck out his pinky and twirled it around, “Wrapped around their little finger, all of us, we never stood a chance against them.”

Talyn sighed in defeat, “Tell me about it. Anyways, I think we’re about done with the suits. What do you think? Think the boys will like them?”

Thomas could definitely tell who each suit belonged too, they were all so uniquely different and specifically fitted to their person. Virgil’s suit was a mix of violet along his arms, legs, and waist, and white with a hint of lavender. The top part was like a baggy hoodie but still meshed flawlessly with the rest of the suit and of course the shoes were purple ballet slippers tied up with ribbon. Patton’s suit was mixed with various shades of pink, minimal web design and absolutely covered in hearts. There was a pink baseball cap attached on top of his mask, a ribbon tied around his waist, and a pink cardigan wrapped around his shoulders. Roman’s suit was just as dramatic as he was; white with accents of red and gold, ruffled sleeves, and of course the long tail coat and scarf. He had an intricately designed half mask which didn’t cover over his hair and held a reddish gold feather on the side of his head. Logan’s suit was the most technologically advanced and also the most formal looking, with mixes of dark blue. Of course, he had a tie and a practical half mask as well, and the spider legs attached to the back reminded Thomas of that little alien from Invader Zim who had a similar looking set.

Over all, these suites were absolutely amazing, Thomas smiled proudly at his friends, “They’re gunna love them!”

Songs Sung:

Wannabe by Spice Girls

So Emotional by Whitney Houston

Let's Have A Kiki by Scissor Sisters

I Want It That Way by Backstreet Boys

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Turns Out Being a Super Hero Is Actually Really Gay! - Chapter 6

Boom bitches! Guess who’s fucking back! Thank you all for your endless support and patients because that is truly the thing that motivates me to write this. The fact that you all are having fun and enjoying my story brings me so much joy! Once again, thank you to the brilliant @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil for creating this au, go show give them all the love in the world! Now please, ENJOY!!!

(TRIGGER WARNING: minor assault/harassment ((don’t worry it’s stopped before it happens)), homophobic slurs ((the f word)), and mild homophobia)

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It was bound to be awkward for a while but this was just getting ridiculous. Ever since Virgil had stepped into Roman’s apartment, they hadn’t said a single word to each other, merely keeping to themselves and doing their half of the work. It wasn’t like Roman didn’t WANT to talk to Virgil it was just…him and Virgil had this really tense…relationship? No, not like that! Like in that way where you have no idea if you’re friends or not. Roman didn’t want to say something that might sound rude or be interpreted the wrong way and set Virgil off. It wasn’t like her was TRYING to be rude it’s just he kind of liked pushing Virgil’s buttons and he knew for a fact Virgil liked pushing his, they just had no idea where a line should be drawn. Unlike with him and Logan where it was a clash of ego vs ego, with Virgil it was like this sort of game.

“So…” Virgil said suddenly, causing Roman to jump a bit in surprise “…where are you in your part of the essay?”

Roman looked down at his notes before looking to scan his laptop at the Word document he had open, “Just about finished, about two or three more paragraphs. Then I’ll go over and edit out all the grammatical and spelling mistakes.”

“Cool,” Virgil nodded awkwardly “I’m about the same.”

“Cool.” Roman echoed.

Silence filled the room, even more awkward then before.

“Are you a witch?” Jenni asked. The boy turned to find the twins still hiding behind the couch, though it was less hiding and more hanging off the back of it.

“Excuse me?” Virgil asked, confused.

Roman wanted to scream but he didn’t, so instead he let the twins continue to embarrass him. For some reason lately Jenni has been really obsessed with witches, maybe it had to do with that girl, Scarlet Witch, that keeps showing up with the Avengers. She wasn’t as “scary” as the Black Widow so it was only natural for Jenni to gravitate towards her as an idol. Jenni repeated her question, “Are you a witch?”

“Of course, he’s not, dummy!” Marco snorted “He’s a boy! Only girls can be witches!”

“Harry Potter was a witch!” Jenni countered, getting up in Marco’s face.

“Nah-uh, he was a wizard, stupid!” Marco replied, just as stubborn.

“Roman, Marco called me a bad word!” Jenni screeched, pointing an accusing finger at her twin.

“Marco, that’s not very nice, apologize now,” Roman said firmly and just before his little brother could protest, he added “Or else I’m gunna tell mom.”

Marco grumbled a halfhearted apology before quickly returning to their current conversation topic, “So, are you a wizard?”

“Witch!” Jenni corrected.

Virgil chuckled behind his palm, seemingly amused by the commotion of everything. That was good, at least Roman thought so, Virgil was at least laughing and not running for the door. “Uh, I don’t know about wizard, the term is mainly used in European fairy tales mostly. Witches or witchcraft has been around for a much longer time and has many branches and history behind it while wizard is mostly in works of fiction.”

“So, you are a witch?” Jenni said excitedly with a smug side eye look towards her twin.

“Um, I don’t think witch is the politically correct term,” Virgil chuckled and Roman couldn’t help but join him “more then likely I’d be a Shaman or a Wu, a Chinese shaman, but I have absolutely no clue about either of those practices, so…no, sorry.”

Jenni pouted and Roman gasped in mock scandal, “Virgil! How could you crush my little sister’s dreams like that!”

“Hey, what did you want me to say?” Virgil snapped, though he was still smiling “I wasn’t going to lie to her!”

“Wait, there are other types of witches?” Marco pipped up curiously.

“Uh, yeah, kind of,” Virgil shrugged “it’s really more of a craft then a term; witchcraft, magick, shamanism, voodoo, hoodoo, and a lot of others. It varies from country to country but sometimes share certain elements with each other, be it religion or method of practice.”

“Geez, are you sure you’re not a witch?” Roman teased, reaching over to poke Virgil’s cheek.

Virgil rolled his eyes and swatted his hand away, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure?”

“Then how come you know all this stuff?” Roman chuckled.

“Cause it’s interesting,” Virgil replied somewhat defensively “not everyone is obsessed with Disney and musicals.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” Roman said, putting his hands up in mock surrender “just that it’s not something people usual find interest in and that’s fine too.”

Virgil huffed, fiddling with the edge of his ever-present beanie, “Yeah, whatever.”

“I think it’s cool!” Jenni pipped up, cheerily.

“Me too!” Marco added just as enthusiastically “Roman’s just lame!”

“Hey.” Roman pouted and received the annoying sound of raspberries as payment from his younger brother. Virgil was laughing again, tension gone from his shoulders once more as he ran a hand under his beanie and through his hair. The flimsy hat slipped off the emo’s head and reviled something truly horrifying. The twins stopped their antics to openly stare and Roman’s eyes got wide in shock.

“What?” Virgil asked, obviously starting to freak out over everyone’s sudden silence and staring.

“Uh,” Roman cleared his throat nervously, carefully choosing his words “I want to preface this by saying I’m NOT trying to be rude or a jerk but…what happened to your hair?”

Finally realizing he was no longer wearing his beanie Virgil freaked, cheeks turning pink as he quickly flipped his hoodie over his head and pulled the strings tight. “N-nothing…”

“Well, it don’t seem like nothing,” Roman responded, waving his arm dramatically before pausing to think “…Is this like a medical thing? Because if it is I’m really-”

“No, n-no, no,” Virgil cut in “it’s just…I-I, um…m-my hand got, uh…stuck.”

Roman nodded slowly before realizing Virgil probably couldn’t see him at the moment, “Okay, and when was this?”

“When we found out, uh…” Virgil paused a moment, most likely thinking up a way to explain what happened without exposing themselves to Jenni and Marco who were still in the room, “…when we formed the club, in the morning, I had an…accident.”

“I see,” Roman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration “your telling me you had that monstrosity hidden under that tasteless beanie for three whole days? And you didn’t think to, I don’t know, ask your parents to help you fix it or have them take you to a barber?”

“Honestly,” Virgil sighed, sliding down under the coffee table enough so that he could rest his chin on it “I kind of forgot, to busy still freaking out over…the club, then I remembered, then I got embarrassed, then I just decided not to say anything so…yeah.”

How this boy was still alive and functioning in this world Roman will probably never know but that wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was that he let that hideous abomination atop of Virgil’s head enter his house (er, apartment) and Roman would not stand for it. Taking a breath Roman turned to the twins, “Jenni get the clipper bag, Marco get my brushes.”

“Okay.” They replied before scampering off to do as they were told.

“What’s happening?” Virgil asked, eyes wide with worry.

Roman stood up and stretched, “I’m going to fix that absolute sin you call hair. Come and sit in the kitchen, easier to clean the floor.”

Virgil scooted somewhat back, glaring at Roman pointedly, “Uh, thanks but no thanks. I rather not make it worse then what it is.”

Roman scoffed, rolling his eyes, “You’ll be fine Sweeny Toad, my mother used to be a hair dresser so I picked up a few things. Now come on,” He moved a seat from the dining table to the center of the kitchen “sit.”

Jenni and Marco soon returned with the clipper bag and brushes and sat back on the stools behind the counter as if waiting for a show to start. Virgil was still curled up like a feral cat and all that was left was for him to start hissing. Roman rolled his eyes once more, having dealt with bratty children (Read: the twins) before who didn’t want to sit still for their hair cut.

“Trust me,” Roman said “I cut and manage the twins’ hair all the time, you’ll be fine. If there is one thing I know NOT to mess with it’s hair.”

Virgil continued to glare at him and Roman sighed in response, “Come on, it can’t get any worse then what it is now. And if it does,” He raised the scissors in his hands and snipped the air “I’ll let you take a stab at me a payback. What do you say?”

Slowly Virgil uncurls from himself, sliding out from under the coffee table and standing to face them. Roman raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and Virgil raised one back in response, “If you f…mess up my hair I will shave your head off.”

“Fine,” Roman shrugged, not at all startled by the threat “but you’re gunna have to sit in the chair so I can start.”

Virgil glared at him for a few more moments before his shoulders sagged in defeat and he dragged his feet towards the kitchen. Crossing his arms, the emo plopped down in the chair where Roman quickly pulled down his hoodie and grimaced. “Oh, you poor thing, why do you hate your hair so much?”

“Just get it over with.” Virgil grumbled and that was all the consent Roman needed to start trimming.

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The planetarium was huge, a large dome like ceiling with rows of seats spiraling inwards. The Quinn and Foster brothers took a seat near the center row with Patton and Logan sitting next to each other between everyone. Morgan gave Logan a sly smile and Logan was half tempted to elbow him again if he wasn’t worried about causing his brother possible internal damage from being hit twice at half force by a super human spider. He instead opted to punch his brother’s shoulder as lightly as he could possibly manage though it seemed not to be light enough for Morgan.

“Why must you hurt me?” Morgan whined, rubbing his sore shoulder.

“So, have you ever been to a planetarium show before?” Patton whispered, leaning in close to Logan.

“Uh, yes,” Logan replied, all to grateful for the dim room that covered his burning cheeks “but I have not seen this particular showing. I’ve been to others, much smaller but still just as captivating. Though when it comes to the vast wonders of space even the smallest shows can be an enjoyable experience.”

Patton smiled at him, still just as bright in the dim lighting, “I didn’t know you loved space so much.”

“I, uh,” Logan cleared his throat “I enjoy the subject of it, yes, it’s quite a fascinating topic.”

“If you like it so much then why don’t you join the astronomy club?” Patton asked curiously “One of my friends from culinary club, Valerie, is president of it, I’m sure they’d love a new member. They don’t get a lot of funding from the school because obviously,” Patton scoffed bitterly before perking up again “so they have to do a lot of fundraisers and I sometimes help out. But other than that, I heard it’s a lot of fun, currently they’re raising money to go to the John F. Kennedy Space Center in Florida.”

Logan felt giddy with excitement but he was quick to compose himself, “Uh, that sounds lovely Patton, but I fear that I am far too busy with my studies and other after school activities as it is to even consider joining.”

Patton pouted, much too adorable for his own good and Logan had half a mind to take back everything he said. “Oh, that’s too bad. But hey, if you ever just want to pop in and say hello, I’m sure they’d be delighted to talk to you. I’ll let Valerie know.”

“Thank you, Patton, I appreciate it,” Logan smiled shyly, the lights began to dim even more and a voice from the speakers announce that the program would begin momentarily. He felt Patton tense slightly beside him and instinctively placed his hand over Patton’s closed fist which rested on the arm rest between them. “Don’t worry, the shows about to begin.”

“Mmh.” Patton hummed and he relaxed as they laid back in their seats and watched as the projection of space illuminate the darkness, never once letting go of each other’s hands.

“Way out here, ten million light years from planet Earth, every point of light is a galaxy containing billions of stars…”

Logan gulped thickly as he felt Patton’s hand shift just a bit, splaying out his fingers so that they could gently intertwine with Logan’s. He continued to look up at the ceiling where the universe twinkled and shined before him, a kaleidoscope of technicolor and wonder. The deep charming voice of Neil deGrasse Tyson took them into a journey through the cosmos, exploring the vast reaches of space that now felt so close. But even with the mesmerizing display of stars in front of him Logan could do nothing but revile in the warmth of Patton’s hold. The warm and smooth caress of his delicate finger tips and the pumping pulse beneath his skin that let Logan know that he was alive and full of warmth and sweetness.

“We’re flying through a three-dimensional atlas of millions of galaxies. The gaps are regions we have yet to map. Beyond every galaxy we could ever observe, farthest away in space and furthest back in time, the cosmic background radiation marks the visible edge of our observable universe…”

He chanced a quick peek towards him, just something to settle his nerves and let him know that this was all real. Just as expected Patton was mesmerized by the vast array of stars swirling around and recreating their galaxy. Balls of gas and matter burned together to create planets within and out of their solar system, flashing burst of white and purple and blue and red and yellow. They filled the room with endless color and highlighted the tiny freckles across Patton’s skin which seemed to stand out like the all to familiar stars in the sky.

“The motions of galaxies within each cluster confirm the presence of dark matter. The galaxies orbit too fast to be held together by the gravity of normal matter alone. Remove the dark matter… its lensing stops … and the cluster flies apart.”

“Have you ever been so terrified yet so amazed by something all at the same time?” Patton wondered aloud, voice soft and in awe, still gazing up at their exploding universe.

Logan’s eyes never looked away from him, “Yes, I have.”

“As this time-lapse view of the Milky Way shows, stars explode fairly often—at a rate of about two per century in a galaxy like ours. So, if you observe enough galaxies, you can spot a new supernova every few nights…”

Logan was absolutely in awe with everything about Patton, from his terrible puns to the certain tenderness he kept in his heart. He always saw the best in the world but he was realistic about it all too, but even then, he showed kindness to even the most god-awful people. He was smart and brave in ways people often over looked as being a naïve boy with dumb luck. Patton was far from perfect but he was still incredibly amazing as well as terrifying. He made Logan feel things, many things, he didn’t ever think possible. Sometimes it was too much, sometimes it was not enough, other times it was airy and light but it could also be heavy and make him want to throw up. Logan had been sure he’d get over this infatuation with Patton quickly then return to his life as if it were normal again. But of course, that didn’t happen.

“Clearly there’s more to the universe than meets the eye. The Big Bang happened long ago but not far away. It happened here, there, and everywhere. Peering into the dark, we stand on the threshold of great discoveries—and we always will, as long as we keep exploring.”

The roar of applause and florescent lights softly piercing the darkness quickly snapped Logan out of his daze. The warmth of Patton’s hand slipped out from under him as he too joined the audience in their up roar and all Logan could do was copy numbly. This was all very draining and headache inducing, way too many emotions for one day. All Logan wanted to do was go home and sleep.

“That was so cool!” Patton squealed, excitedly jumping up and down “I always thought this kind of stuff would be boring or too hard for me to understand but it was really fascinating. No wonder you like space so much!”

“Yes, well,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses “the wonders of space are vast and endless so there is much to learn.”

“And yet, we’ve only explored 5% of the ocean,” Alex pipped up as he scanned over a pamphlet “I mean not that this isn’t amazing and all but isn’t it a bit concerning that we barely know anything about what covers most of our planet yet know so much about what’s outside it?”

“If it’s oceanic life you’re looking for they have an environmental exhibit here on display,” Morgan said, checking over their own map “right across from us after the American mammals.”

“Oh, you can read this map?” Alex said, turning over his pamphlet every which way “Thank god because I have no idea what I’m doing. I honestly got lost earlier and met that cute front desk lady by mistake.”

“I want to see the birds,” Georgie announced lowly.

“Ah, that’s on the second floor next to the African culture hall,” Morgan said helpfully “anything else?”

Logan sighed tiredly as Alex jumped at the opportunity, “Yeah, yeah, we should go see that, uh, dinosaur exhibit, I wanted to see that t-rex mother fucker.”

“That’s on the third floor,” Morgan said as he flipped through the map “right next to-”

“Guys,” Patton gently interrupted “they probably have their own plans for the evening. We don’t need to force them to be tour guides for us, we can find our own way around.”

“Aw, come on Pat,” Alex whined “we already got them here, might as well take advantage of those big brains of theirs. Could use a bit of relaxing from solving all the worlds problems by taking us shmucks on a tour. They already know how to use a map!”

Another quick smack across the head from Georgie had him shutting up, “Patton’s right, we should leave them alone.”

“Well, I don’t really mind,” Morgan admitted and Logan was now fully considering throwing caution to the wind and elbowing him again “what about you Lo?”

Just when Logan was about to shut down the idea and demand to go home Patton spoke up, big brown eyes on full display. Oh no. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Lo. I’m sure we can find our way around no problem.”

“He lies!” Alex stage whispered, receiving another smack from Georgie.

Honestly, how was Logan going to ever say no to those eyes? Swallowing thickly Logan quietly murmured, “Is…there a particular exhibit you’re interested in, Patton?”

Patton’s smile was shy yet still beautiful and radiant, “Are you sure?”

Logan could only nod, much to afraid of his own voice.

“I…I would actually like to look at some of the environmental exhibits,” Patton admitted bashfully “anything with plants and flowers really.”

“That be right next to the oceanic exhibit,” Morgan announced “we can look through everything here on the first floor if you want before heading on up?”

“Sounds like a plan!” Alex exclaimed as he marched forward “Onwards troops!”

Georgie and Morgan trailed close behind with Logan in the back with Patton who rolled his eyes before shrugging and smiling tiredly, “I’m sorry in advance for whatever he does.”

“As am I with my own brother.” Logan chuckled as they made their way out of the planetarium, side by side and close enough that their swinging hands casually brushed against each other every once and a while.

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“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Thomas asked worriedly. As promised MJ had given Thomas a drink with the works on the house before leading him towards a table near the back where MJ then proceeded to sit down with him. MJ untied his apron and threw it behind his seat before untucking his shirt and ruffling his already messy red hair. They danced like flames of ember and framed his freckled face perfectly.

“Uh, I don’t think there’s much work to do,” MJ chuckled, gesturing to the nearly empty coffee shop “unless you have somewhere important to me and want me to get out of your hair.”

“N-no, no,” Thomas stuttered “not for a while at least but I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’ll be fine,” MJ smirked, chin in hand as he leaned forward “I want to get to know my unconventional savior a bit more.”

Thomas was sure he’d permanently gone red, was flirting just how this guy spoke all the time? Thomas’s heart was not prepared for such onslaught of complements, “I’m not much to know.”

“There’s always much to know,” MJ laughed “especially with two strangers. But that’s usually easy because we’re both blank canvasses to each other so we just got to start painting.”

Thomas hesitated for a moment, “Do you work here often?”

Nice going loser…

MJ laughed again, beautiful and bell like, “Just temporary for the moment, I’m studying to be a nurse actually.”

“Oh, really,” Thomas said, actually kind of surprised that a guy who constantly puts himself in harms way would become someone that stiches up those kind of people “do you enjoy it?”

“Yeah,” MJ shrugged “it’s hard work but I like helping people. Plus, I don’t need to worry about going to the hospital every time I get into a scrap, I’ll be able to mend myself.”

Thomas huffed out an airy laugh, “I think you should be avoiding fight, you know?”

“Oh, I do,” MJ assured with a smirk “it’s just they can’t seem to avoid me. But lady luck must be on my side because she practically granted me a guardian angel. Well, guardian…spider? I don’t really know honestly.”

Thomas willed his cheeks to not flush more crimson as he asked, “Why do you think that?”

“You’re not gunna believe this but,” MJ rubbed the back of his neck nervously “I’ve kind of been saved by Rainbow Weaver a bit too many times. Poor guy, I must make his job a living hell if he has to keep dealing with me twice a week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Thomas said, casually sipping his drink “I mean, he is a hero so it’s his job to look out for people. I’m sure you’re fine and not a bother at all.”

MJ raised a suspicious eyebrow before smiling wide, “And how would you know that? Have you met him or something?”

“Maybe once or…twice,” Thomas fibbed “he’s a pretty chill dude so I assume he wouldn’t mind much.”

“Really?” MJ chuckled then took a deep sigh “Still, I really do tend to get into a lot of trouble.”

Yeah, no shit! Thomas added in his brain but smiled sympathetically on the outside, “I kind of get what you mean, I…admittingly, have a tendency to run into danger myself sometimes.”

“I can see that,” MJ teased “Mr. I-can-disarm-a-gun-single-handedly!”

He smiled sheepishly, hiding behind the rim of his coffee cup, “To be honest, a friend of mine showed me that move so I really can’t take all the credit.”

MJ pouted, cute and dramatic, “Are you denying my praise and admiration? How dare you, sir! I gave you free coffee and I only ever do that to big shot heroes!” A sly wink followed soon after “And good looking guys, both help, really.”

Thomas choked on his coffee, pounding his chest to bring back air into his lungs. Meanwhile, MJ giggled in delight at the sight of Thomas is misery and embarrassment, although he did lean forward to pat Thomas’s back. Once semi functioning MJ giggled again, leaning down to meet Thomas at eye level and the greying man had to control himself so that he wouldn’t go into another coughing fit. Steel blue eyes sparkled in amusement, “A bit too much?”

Thomas cleared his throat, “Maybe a little…sorry, I’ve, uh, never been…well, I haven’t been…”

“Flirted with?” MJ finished with a giggle “I find that very hard to believe.”

Thomas shrugged, “I-I mean, at least not with a really cute guy that apparently need to get saved twice a week.”

Now it was MJ’s turn to blush, freckles on full display like little constellations in the night sky. A goofy smile spreading across the red head’s face as he bit his bottom lip, “Maybe I need somebody to watch my back. Rainbow Weaver can’t be there all the time.”

“What makes you think I’m even qualified for the job?” Thomas asked with a shy shrug.

“Because you’re sweet,” MJ smiled “and you were willing to risk your life for a stranger.”

“I mean, I did get free coffee out of it,” Thomas smirked causing MJ to snort “plus, we’re hardly strangers, I know your name now and you know mine. And I also know that you’re studying to be a nurse! I’m pretty sure a stranger wouldn’t know that.”

“No, he wouldn’t, you’re right we’re practically lifelong friends,” MJ laughed, turning back to his apron at the back of his seat and digging through the pockets. He pulled out a black sharpie and took Thomas’s coffee cup to scribble over. “So, with that being established I think it is appropriate now for you…to have my number? And maybe…I could have yours?”

Thomas could only squeak out a wheezing, “Sure.”

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“There, all done.” Roman put down the scissors on the counter and unwrapped the plastic wrap from around Virgil’s body. He dusted it off and proceeded to fold it as he circled around Virgil with a critical eye.

Virgil was been tense the entire time Roman was cutting his hair, he didn’t want to move even a centimeter for the fear Roman may actually fuck up. Jenni and Marco kept up casual conversation to keep him distracted, continuing to ask him about witches and what he knew about them. The were nice kids, definitely had Roman’s big personality, but still very sweet plus, they knew how to get under Roman’s skin and Virgil respected that. Then it was over and all of Virgil’s previous worries came flooding back all at once.

“How bad did you mess it up?” Virgil asked worriedly.

Roman scoffed, handing him a hand mirror before going off to sweep the kitchen, “Honestly, have a little more confidence in me.”

Virgil tentatively peered into the mirror to see what irreversible horrors awaited him. To his surprise it was actually a really nice cut, the left side was cut short in a smooth gradient sort of way while the right side was left longer and framed itself around his eye. It was a bit messy but Virgil guessed it was supposed to be that way, keeping to his aesthetic and all, but overall, he actually really liked it.

Virgil looked back up to give Roman his thanks and apologize for ripping on him earlier but froze to find that Roman was staring at him and frowning. Jesus, was he really that upset about Virgil not believing he could cut hair? “Uh, I actually kind of dig it so don’t worry about-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know that you like it,” Roman waved him off, leaning up against the counter as he continued to glare at him “I am amazing after all. It’s just now that I look at you I’m kind of pissed.”

“I’m sorry.” Virgil apologized, though for what he didn’t know.

“I like his hair cut!” Marco announced.

“Me too!” Jenni added “He looks cute!”

Virgil flushed red and Roman finally burst, “That’s the problem! I was honestly vouching for him to look at least semi-decent but he actually pulls off this look!”

“W-what?” Virgil squeaked.

What was happening? What was going on? Roman was complementing him but was also pissed at him. That is a very weird combination of emotions to be had as well as to receive.

“You look cute,” Roman stated plainly and narrowed his eyes “and I hate you because of it.”

“Why?” Virgil was starting to get a bit frustrated because he’s pretty sure all the blood in his body has redirected itself to his face. Also, what the hell was Roman’s deal?

“Because you’re an emo nightmare and you’re not supposed to be cute!” Roman replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, excuse me!” Virgil snapped.

“No, you shall not be excused because how dare you!” Roman exclaimed dramatically “How dare you have the audacity to be cute so flawlessly while the rest of us have to work for it every day!”

Virgil groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration, “What is wrong with you?”

“A lot of things really.” The twins said at the same time and if Virgil weren’t so thoroughly frustrated at the moment, he might have thought it was creepy.

“Zip it, Fred and George!” Roman snarked and was responded with two sets of loud raspberries.

Virgil ran a hand through his newly cut hair and sighed deeply, “Look, thank for the haircut, sorry you hate it, I’m gunna leave now.”

He began to make his way towards the living room but Roman was quick to catch his arm, “Wait, we aren’t finished with our essay.”

“It’s good enough,” Virgil snapped, taking his arm back “plus, I don’t very much want to sit here and be insulted for my hair, which by the way you cut.”

“I don’t hate your hair Virgil,” Roman replied with a laugh “I’m saying that you’re cute and that I’m frustrated about it because you put zero effort into it. Meanwhile, yours truly has to moisturize every night, put product in my hair, and still do my make-up to at least look decent for the day!”

Virgil glared at Roman, he had no idea what to make of this boy. One minute he’s insulting him then he’s complementing him, he’s nice then he’s a jerk and the cycle continues. Virgil doesn’t get him or how he functions! Roman was so frustrating and flipped flopped emotions so quick Virgil’s head was dizzy. Contrary to popular beliefs Virgil was just as bad at social cues as Logan was so he had no clue how to tell when Roman was joking or not!

Finally, Virgil said, “That’s stupid!”

“Ooo, you said a bad word!” The twins cried.

“Silence demons!” Virgil snarked and the little monsters straight up hissed at him “Like I was saying, that’s stupid! Why the hell are you even worried about that? I’m not even…I’m not…”

Virgil couldn’t even finish the statement it was so ridiculous. He wasn’t cute damn it! Roman was just being weird and dramatic like always! He just wanted to see Virgil flustered and embarrassed, well, that’s not going to happen! Virgil refused to be made a fool of again!

“You’re cute! Admit it!” Roman smirked, because he’s a stubborn jerk who won’t admit he’s wrong.

“I am not!” Virgil groaned, arms crossed and no, he was not pouting! “You’re just an idiot!”

“You’re basically a tiny kitten,” Roman snickered “at first glance people might mistake you for this great big jungle cat-”

“Because it’s true!” Virgil stomped.

“But really you’re just an adorable little kitty cat.” Roman laughed, easily dodging Virgil’s attempt to punch him. Virgil then proceeded to chase Roman around the apartment while the theatrical teen laughed and continued to dodge his attacks. All the while the twins chanted, “Virgil is a kitty! Virgil is a kitty!”

“I am not!”

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Overall, Patton was glad Logan and his brother was able to say with them a bit longer, they were pretty great tour guides, Logan especially though maybe Patton was a bit biased. Morgan mainly hung around Georgie and Alex, answering all their questions and helping defuse Alex’s plans on climbing up on one of the dinosaur’s displays. Meanwhile, Logan and Patton were practically left to their own devices, which Patton was perfectly fine with, Logan knew a lot of neat stuff and provided insightful in formation on every exhibit. It would have been perfect if Alex didn’t keep giving him suggestive winks plus and enthusiastic thumbs up though Patton is about 85% sure he saw Morgan do the same thing earlier.

He flushed red at the thought of it, was his crush on Logan really that obvious? Did they see him and Logan holding hands during the planetarium show? Patton was going to let go, he swears, it’s just Logan’s hand felt so nice and warm immensely calming Patton’s nerves when everything suddenly got dark. So, he just kind of left it there, Logan didn’t seem to notice or at least Patton thinks he didn’t. Patton was focusing too hard on watching the show and acting as casual as possible.

It was dark in there so Patton didn’t worry about anyone seeing his flushed face but that was now not the case for the rest of the museum. Thankfully, Logan was too enraptured by all the museum’s exhibits to fully pay attention to Patton’s constantly blushing face. Patton had to repress a dreamy sigh threatening to escape him as he watched Logan ramble on and on about animals from the Cretaceous period, he really did look best when talking about the things he was passionate about.

Okay, so like maybe, this all kind of, sort of looked like a date? If you could count a date involving your two older brothers and your crush is brother babbling in front of them as he and Logan trail behind. It was like a very chaperoned date…in Patton’s head at least. It was silly to think off it like that, he knew, but the whole atmosphere of the evening left Patton feeling all fluttery and excited. Even if it wasn’t just the two of them Patton still felt this sort of intimacy between them and, maybe, the sense that Logan might like him back.

Patton didn’t know how much control he had over these empathetic powers of his, Joan and Talyn had turned them off after that whole experiment thing, saying how they were supposed to grow and come in naturally. But aside from that when he and Logan were holding hands during the planetarium show Patton swore he felt tiny slivers of something warm and familiar. Little sparks of pleasure he knew he felt before every time their hands brush. But he really couldn’t be sure so Patton continued to smile and accidently bump against Logan’s shoulder as they walked through the entire museum and into the gift shop.

As usually the elder brothers left the youngers to their own devices more then likely to stop Alex from flirting with the cashier lady. There were many interesting educational toys and items such as candy rock making kits, puzzles, fossil digging cubes, layered mineral rocks, arrow heads and an assortment of other items. Of course, Patton went straight towards the large bins filled with plushies, with Logan not far behind.

“Why is there a monkey in a space suit?” Patton asked, picking up the soft plush toy from one of the large square bins.

“Before sending human up into space they sent animals,” Logan explained “mainly monkeys and apes since they closely resemble our genealogy.”

There were lots of other plushies in the bin such as dinosaurs, birds, and other animals as well as plants, rocks, ships, and planets with cute little faces on them. Patton grabbed a tiny smiling blue ball with specks of white and brought it up to eye level. “I’m guessing this little guy is Pluto, I’m surprise that he’s even here.”

“Well, some people still consider it a planet,” Logan said in a sort of adorably huffy manner before bashfully shrugging “or maybe it’s left over from previous stock long ago.”

Patton giggled, “And where do you stand on the Pluto debate?”

Logan adjusted his glasses critically, “Calling it a dwarf planet is just saying it’s a planet but smaller then average. It has its own moon as well as the other necessities to be a planet but just because of its size it is diminished to dwarf planet.”

“Wow, you have a lot to say on the matter,” Patton smirked delighted by the endearing flush that painted Logan’s cheeks. He reached to pick up another plushie, this one a robot of sorts, “What’s this?”

“That’s the Opportunity rover,” Logan pipped up quickly “Oppy, as some people have nicked named her, she was sent to scan and observe the surface of Mars. She was accompanied by her twin Sprit but he unfortunately got stuck in a sand trap and has cease function. She was only supposed to function for 90 days but excided that by 14 years and 46 days.” Logan frowned a bit, a glimmer of sadness in his eye before he quickly shook it off, “Soon, after in 2012 they sent the Curiosity rover and as of now it is the only one still active out of the three of them.”

“Aw, does that mean he’s up there all by himself now?” Patton said mournfully, holding the little robotic plushie close to his chest.

“Unfortunately, so,” Logan responded blankly “but even so, we will surely have Curiosity functioning for a number of years more. So, we’ll still have plenty of more time to explore the surface of Mars before we inevitably launch there ourselves.”

“But he’ll still be all alone for years and years,” Patton pouted “that can’t be a pleasant experience even for a robot. Just being all on your own on a seemingly lifeless planet with nobody there to talk to you or comfort you when your sad.”

Logan gave a half smirk, amusement glittering in his eyes, “I’m sure he’ll be fine, he can still communicate back and forth with mission control here on Earth. So, it’s kind of like always having someone on call with a one-way video face time.”

“That is a little better,” Patton hummed thoughtfully “but still, the thought of being completely alone in the vastness of space…kind of freaks me out.”

“Well, thankfully you’re not alone,” Logan said warmly, his smirk now stretching into a shy yet honest smile “you’re here on Earth with very many people who care about you.”

Patton flushed pink but smiled back none the less, “Yeah, I guess so.”

They all finished making their purchases before making their way towards the exit. The crowed had thinned out immensely as evening dwindled into night and what people remained were slowly but surely making their way out. Once again the elders tailed up front talking away while Logan and Patton lingered behind discussing the concept of human awareness and if one day robots will be able to gain this awareness.

“Like, I’m not saying a robot uprising in the sense that they’ll enslave and kill us,” Patton explained, hands gesturing wildly “but something similar to protests and political campaigns that fought for equal rights. If they’re beings of intellect then they’ll know that violence will get them nowhere and hurt their cause more then help it.”

“Wow, you have a lot to say on the matter.” Logan teased.

Patton shrugged shyly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just…think sci-fi has demonized the why humans will react to other species coming into contact with us. I mean, we aren’t complete monsters and usually the species we’ll ‘supposedly’ interact with aren’t either.”

“Hmm, you do have a point,” Logan nodded “though honestly if they do end up attacking us, I’m pretty sure we deserved it one way or another.”

Patton snorted, “Probably.”

It happened quickly, a buzzing at the back of his head and a burst of color flashing over his eyes. A voice in his head told him to hold down the back of his skirt and side step forward quickly, so that’s just what he did. When Patton turned around to look, he saw a man on his knees with his arm twisted around behind him by a very furious looking Logan.

“Fuck, let go!” The man wheezed out, another man nearby jogged towards them “Jesus, man lay off!”

Logan payed no mind to what they said, only looked to the man on his knees as he seemed to put more pressure on his arm and lowly asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I didn’t do nothing!” The man whined, trying and failing to get out of Logan’s solid hold “Get off me you freak!”

“Fuck off dude!” The man’s friend replied, taking half a step forward before freezing under Logan’s glare. “Clearly, he is lying. Because from what I gathered by the precarious position I caught him in was that he was about to pull up my friend’s skirt.”

“I said I didn’t do anything!” The man cried.

“No, but you were going to.” Logan growled, seeming to increase the pressure on the man’s arm.

Patton heard a commotion behind him and turned to find his brothers and Morgan racing back towards them with a security guard hot on their tale. They seemed to be trying to out run the security man and were quick to circle around them as if to block out anymore preying eyes.

“Logan, let him go!” Morgan whispered harshly and, almost reluctantly, Logan complied, the man dropping to the floor clutching his arm. The man’s friend rushed to help him to his feet while Logan still stood by, arms crossed and glaring daggers.

“What the hell is going on?” Georgie demanded.

“That’s what I would like to know.” The security guard pipped up from behind them. Immediately, the man points an accusing finger at Logan, “Officer, this man physically assaulted me!”

“Falsehood!” Logan snapped.

“You were going to pull up my skirt!” Patton shrieked, finally able to find his voice again. He was not going to get Logan in trouble again on his behalf.

“I didn’t fucking do anything, you stupid fag!” The man snapped.

“The fuck did you say!” Alex growled, surging forward to grab the man by the front of his shirt. Had he not Patton was sure Logan and Georgie were close to do so as well.

Patton felt a pit in his stomach, everything was turning into chaos all because of him, again. Why couldn’t he say anything? Why couldn’t he do anything? Why did he have to be such a big baby and cause trouble? How ironic for someone training to be a hero to always get put into situations like this yet isn’t able to save himself. How pathetic.

“Hey, hey, settle!” The security guard commanded, quickly getting in between both men “Now, what I see here is we got two options. One: someone can fess up and give me the real story or two: we can check the security camera, it wouldn’t take too long.”

At the mention of cameras, the two men paled and Logan smirked, the security guard looked tired and seemed to want to be anywhere but here. “If what the young man said was true then you two were the ones committing assault and this other young man here was merely acting in self-defense for his companion.”

“He almost broke my arm!” The main fiend complained.

“I didn’t even do anything!” The other barked, pointing a few feet away “I was standing over there!”

“You were more than likely an accomplice and bared witness to the crime without bothering to interfere,” Morgan quipped, speaking up after his long time silent observation, a calculated look in his eyes “I’ll bet if we look at the camera footage we’ll be able to see you two conspiring together to humiliate my friend like some god damn children before playing rock, paper, scissors or double dog daring one another to go do it. Am I hitting the ball park here? And while I’m at it I’ve been looking through your guys is records and this isn’t your first offence.”

Stepping forward like some sort of professional high security secretary, Morgan pulled up his phone for all to see. There, side by side, were photos of the two men along with their names, contacts, and crimes they’ve been charged for. Patton was pretty sure the two men were nearing the process of passing out their faces were so pale, while Morgan seemed to mimic Logan’s smirk.

“Drunken violence, public indecency, property damage on multiple charges, as well as, surprise, surprise, physical and sexual assault,” Morgan listed off as he continued to scroll through his phone “My, my, you boys have been busy. Now with all of these charges in mind please, pray tell, what were you two thinking when you decided to pull up an under-age boy’s skirt in a high security museum? Or are you that stupid?”

They spat and sputtered but to no avail, not only was one of them caught red handed they had the odds stacked against them. Morgan provided no form of mercy, “Yeah, that’s what I thought, not to worry the police should be here any-” The front entrance was open and four officers came running in “Oh, there they are.”

The men tried in vain to run but the police were able to easily tackle them down while the security guard ushered them all to the side, more then likely waiting to be questioned. Patton felt a bit numb, not really sure if what happened was real or not, there was a lot of energy and emotions in the air and it all gave him a headache. Warm fingers tangled between his and Patton was suddenly brought back to the ground and looking into Logan’s dark eyes.

“Are you okay?” Logan asked, brow frowned in worry.

Patton nodded slowly, “Yeah, thanks.”

“Dude, how were you able to do that? With like the phone and the records and the police and stuff?” Alex exclaimed gesturing to the men being led away in cuffs. Morgan winked mischievously, “Ah, a true computer genius hacker never gives away his secrets…er, phone computer genius hacker? Uh, basically a long story short I did a thing that I will explain to you later because it is, ahem, semi-illegal.”

They all side eyed the security guard who merely shook his head and shrugged. Another officer came by a few minutes later relieving the poor security guard of his duties so as to ask questions. They were all pretty standard: what happened? Why did it happen? Do you want to press charges? Everybody jumped to say yes but honestly Patton didn’t want to deal with anything anymore, he just wanted to go home. Morgan, ever the mystery man genius, said he would willingly handle all the legal stuff so that Patton didn’t have to do anything but sign a few papers, saying how he had a friend who he graduated with who works in the criminal justice system. Usually, Patton didn’t like to bother people and he was trying this whole new thing about fighting for himself but he really, really did not want to deal with complex legal stuff. He also did not want to stress out his family more then they probably already were going to be then he needed too. So, he and his brothers graciously accepted his help.

“You know young man,” The officer said in that adult tone of voice used to scold children “maybe you shouldn’t be wearing a skirt out in public? Would give you an easier time and call much less attention to yourself.”

Okay, so Patton has moved on from tired and pitiful to kind of pissed off, “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying,” The officer said gently, as if it would make this situation any better “if you were to wear more proper clothes, you’d have less trouble and this situation probably would not have happened.”

He felt Logan’s fingers curl tightly against his, body tensed and ready to jump to Patton’s defense and rescue one more. But Patton was getting really tired of having to be rescued all the time, not that he didn’t appreciated it especially from Logan, but her was getting quite fed up with everything right about now.

“Well, it shouldn’t have happened at all!” Patton said firmly, not really shouting but voice still loud and clear “Regardless of how I dress or how anyone dresses nobody should ever be treated like this! Instead of telling me how I should dress ‘properly’ maybe you should start doing your job and telling people it’s not okay to harass someone just because they’re different or dress a certain way or act a certain way or whatever?”

The officer frowned disapprovingly, like a teacher towards a failing student, but he was no teacher he was an idiot. “Sir, I’m merely suggesting a-”

“I don’t want your suggestions!” Patton snapped “I want to live my life just like everybody else in the world without being bullied or harassed or called names or being shamed just because I’m alive!”

Stunned silence filled the room and Patton just knew that all eyes were on him, surprised and in awe that sweet little Patton would snap at an authority figure. It all would have been quite overwhelming for him if he didn’t have Logan’s fingers intertwined with his and his steady stream of fire and calmness filling his senses. A weird mix of feelings but useful in helping ground Patton and not have him blow up completely. He chanced a quick peek at Logan from the side of his eye and saw a wide and seemingly proud smile stretched across his face.

“I think we’re done here,” Georgie announced, leaving no room for argument “there seems to not be anymore questions you guys need so we’ll just leave.”

“We’ll be in contact, I assure you?” Morgan added as he ushered everyone towards the front exit.

“Our people will call your people.” Alex winked, throwing finger guns at the officer.

They quickly made it to the parking area where they exchanged pleasantries and goodnights before having to part. Georgie and Alex thanked Morgan and Logan immensely for their help, Morgan for handling all the legal stuff and calling the police and Logan for being there to stop the creep. Both Quinn brothers seemed to flush red at the complements and praise, assuring it wasn’t that big of a deal and that they were happy to help. But just before they could part ways Logan thrusted his gift bag towards Patton.

“I, um, thought you might like it,” Logan murmured, avoiding eye contact “I was going to give it to you earlier but, uh, that…happened.”

Patton smiled, happily accepting it before handing over his own gift bag to Logan, “I got you something too.”

“Oh, y-you didn’t – I mean, thank you.” Logan reached for the bag and Patton, once again, did something very bold. He firmly took Logan’s hand, pulled him forward, and gently kissed his cheek.

Patton was quick to pull back, face flushed pink but still smiling, “Thanks for saving me again, you seem to be having to do that a lot.”

Logan was silent for a moment, eyes wide and a careful hand placed over the cheek Patton just kissed. He quickly shook out of his daze, “I-it’s no problem…I’ll always be there if you need me. That is what friends do, correct?”

“Yeah,” Patton giggled “and I’ll be there if you ever need me too, okay?”

Logan nodded vigorously, “Affirmative.”

There was a car honk behind them and Alex is annoying voice yelling across the parking lot, “Come on lover boy, Ma want’s us home soon!”

There was an audible smack and a whiny “ow!” soon thereafter. Patton sighed and smiled apologetically towards Logan before dropping his hand and slowly walking backwards. “I gotta go, see you at school?”

“Uh, yeah, see you.” Logan replied, awkwardly waving his hand.

Patton couldn’t help but giggle and wave back before turning to rush towards the car. Alex booked it out of the parking lot, all the while teasing Patton about his little moment with Logan. But Patton wasn’t really paying attention, instead he was curiously looking inside the bag Logan gave him and found a robotic plushie. At first Patton had assumed it to be Oppy but the design was different so he looked at the tag attached to it and saw that it said Curiosity with a bit of scribbled handwriting at the bottom.

Surely, he will not feel as lonely now that he’s with you. -L.Q.

Patton bit down on his lip to hold back a squeal threatening to burst out of him as he hugged the little robot close to his heart.

---

Virgil left an hour before his mother and sister were due home and the twins whined the whole while not wanting him to leave. They had both latched on to Virgil’s legs and it took Roman an embarrassingly long time to pry them off, with Virgil teasing him the whole time. He left soon after and Roman sat the twins down and scolded them for their behavior, such actions might have been fine with Patton but Virgil was different, especially when it came to physical touch. Although, it didn’t seem like he had minded Roman told the twins if ever he came back that they should ask before engaging in any physical contact.

They seemed to understand well enough and that was all Roman needed before he was ushering them to take a shower and change for bed. Obviously, it didn’t go that easy without a bit of fighting so by the time his mother and sister got back home the twins were freshly bathed, wrestled into their pajamas, and Roman was currently combing his Jenni’s hair while Marco played with his cars.

“Como te fue? ¿Se comportaron los niños?” His mother asked, peeking into the room with Leslie right behind her. They looked tired, hair a mess and dark circles around their eyes.

“It went fine,” Roman replied, finishing Jenni’s hair and tying it off in a simple braid “the twins were fine and we were able to finish everything.”

“Aye, que bien.” She replied.

“Roman’s got a boyfriend!” Jenni announced loudly “And he’s totally a secret witch even though he says he isn’t! But I know!”

Roman squeaked as he pulled his little sister to his chest and clapped a hand over her mouth, “You shush! Time for bed!”

“¡Romano tiene novio! ¡Romano tiene novio!” Marco chanted as he began to jump up and down on his bed.

“Shut it, you little demon!” Roman growled, face aflame.

“Marco no jumping on the bed,” Leslie scolded before a sly smirk crossed her face “and Roman, why didn’t you tell us it was your boyfriend coming over? We could of sent the twins off to their friends how so you two could have some alone time.”

“It’s not like that at all!” Roman shrieked “W-we’re just friend who made a club together, that’s all!”

“Ay, pero Romano, ¿por qué no lo invitaste a cenar para que podemos conocerlo adecuadamente? Quiero asegurarme de que va a ser bueno para mi pequeño príncipe.” His mother giggled along with the rest of his family and Roman really wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

---

Thomas on a roof of a shop near a familiar alley way in full Rainbow Weaver gear. He had just finished making a full sweep around the city an hour ago and decided to take a quick brake before doing another one. He quietly observed the familiar little café across the street and the familiar red head wiping down the tables one last time.

Thomas had stayed to talk to MJ a while more before an influx of customers suddenly made there way in for a late after work coffee run. MJ now suddenly had plenty of work to do and Thomas suddenly remembered that he had a city to be patrolling. They reluctantly parted ways, Thomas sputtering like a fool while MJ was as charming and as cool as ever. He was lucky that he packed a bag with him and stuck his Rainbow Weaver gear onto a nearby building or else he’d have to be fumbling back home and explain to Joan and Talyn why he hadn’t been patrolling the city for two whole hours. He wasn’t ready for the teasing sure to come when they eventually find out that he had been distracted by a cute boy who worked in a coffee shop and that he saves twice a week.

Speaking of, said cute boy was walking out of the coffee shop now, smiling down at his phone as he typed away at something or another. Thomas suddenly felt his own phone vibrate in his pocket and he was quick to pull it out and see a new texts message.

MJ<3: i think i’ll take a different route home today ;-)

Thomas looked back up to watch and sure enough instead of crossing the street MJ turned right towards a much safer part of town. Thomas couldn’t help feel a bit bummed out that he wouldn’t be able to have another possible interaction with MJ again tonight but he was much more happy that MJ took his advice to a safer path home.

Thomas: Good choice! Get home safely :)

MJ<3: Sure thing tiger! <3

---

Virgil had stomped all the way home grumbling to himself. Stupid Roman and his demon siblings kept teasing him the whole time he was there, though admittingly it was kind of fun. Especially since the twins were always willing to turn head on their older brother real fast. They eventually finished the essay and just kind of spent the whole evening bickering and answering Jenni’s curious questions about witches until Virgil had to go back home. He was surprised when they both latched on to his legs and begged him not to leave but soon became amused as he watched Roman struggle to pull them off.

Despite Roman’s entire personality in general he was a good brother and a good person at heart. He just tends to rub people the wrong way (mainly Virgil) sometimes, he was loud and brash, and spoke before he thought. But he wasn’t out right awful, nor was he terrible to be around just very, very annoying. Virgil still didn’t know what to make of Roman and their weird teasing back and forth but he could for sure say that it was…good. For now, at least.

His parents questioned him about the hair cut as soon as he got home and he truthfully told them what happened, not wanting to lie to them if he didn’t have to. They really didn’t mind and actually liked the hair but told him that he really should call them next time and ask for permission before letting his friend cut his hair.

He quickly promised and tiredly slipped in to his room where he was greeted by an excited JD, as always. After feeding and placing fresh water in his tank Virgil kicked off his shoes and proceeded to flop into bed, fully prepared to just sleep. Then his phone pinged!

Idiot: u will now be happy to know that I have now changed ur contact name to Nyan Cat!

Nyan Cat: fuck you!

Idiot: mmh not now maybe later ;-P

Virgil cheeks flushed red, growling as he began to furiously type back a reply. He took back every nice thing he said about the moron, he was the worst!

---

Morgan and Logan of course had to inform their parents about the situation that happened on their evening out. They weren’t freaking out as much as the late time Logan got in trouble but they were still worried none the less. They scolded Logan for his rush into violence but also commended him for protecting his friend from danger. For some reason Morgan did not mention to them about his part in the whole fiasco but instead gave them a vague summery of what went down. He was kind of glad for that, not that Morgan didn’t deserve credit, because he really did work wonders today, but Logan did not want to go another round of compare and contrast between him and his brother.

Logan sluggishly made his way into his room, completely drained from the whole outing. From the walking to the socializing and large crowed of the museum Logan was both physically and mentally drained. But as he looked down at the gift bag still in his hand and the warmth that blossomed in his chest, he couldn’t help but think it wasn’t too bad. A few minor complications but overall the part before the incident and after were pretty great. His cheeks were warm as he ran a finger over the spot where Patton had kissed him and he couldn’t help but let out a dreamy sigh.

Curiosity finally got the better of him and Logan quickly reached into the bag and pulled out a familiar soft round ball, pale blue with white specks and a cute smiling face. He smiled to himself before noticing the neat loopy hand writing on the end of the tag.

Viva la Pluto! <3

Logan was sure that he had a big goofy smile spread across his face by now and was so glad that he was alone in his room. Though he was soon snapped out of his warm and fuzzy day dream by the ping and vibration of his phone. He quickly fished it out of his pocket honestly expecting it to Virgil ready to complain about the god-awful time he had over at Roman’s place but was pleasantly surprised to find that it was Patton.

Patton: the moon is smiling tonight! :)

Logan peeked out his window and sure enough was in its waxing crescent formation which edged near the bottom, looking like a giant smile in the night sky. Logan chuckled softly to himself as he quickly typed out a reply.

Lolo: So, it is.

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