Outside MHA #4, Saturday Afternoon

[stykera]

Stark had been freed from the House by Travis.

Once he'd managed to leave that area, reasonably assured that he was actually outside and this wasn't just another trick, he'd headed home. Except not quite home. He stopped one floor lower than his apartment and pounded (albeit weakly) on Summer's door.

When she didn't answer he'd slid to the floor and leaned against the door frame. He couldn't call her or text. His phone was very dead.

He ought to go upstairs and change his clothes and bathe and charge his phone but he found himself unable to muster the energy to do any of that. He was just going to wait here for her. That seemed best. He would wait here and she would come home and he could be assured that she was all right. Then maybe he'd make his way back upstairs. Once he was sure.

For now there was a very exhausted alien slumped against Summer's doorframe. Waiting.

[I know it's a shock but expecting the ginger who lives in that apartment!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

And once Summer did finally roll up to her own door, if she maybe looked like she'd spent the last twenty-four hours skulking around in the sewers and battling with raccoons...well..that was exactly what she'd been doing. Her hair was messy, her shirt had been torn and shredded, and, on top of being exhausted, her efforts had been utterly futile and so, quite unaware of what had been going on above-ground, she knew it was back to the drawing board.

...or maybe not, after all, as she stopped in the hallway and blinked to find Stark just...there, in front of her door, nbd.

"So where the hell have you been?"

Because it sure as fuck wasn't with the raccoons this time, apparently!