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Blaine would like the record to show that it was absolutely stupid to bet against Brittany. The overwhelming majority of the gleeks that were in on the pool seemed to really think that Finn was going to be the problem. But Brittany was convinced that Kurt would be the worst. And since Brittany correctly predicted that the five of them would find each other despite all the odds and logic that made it seem impossible, they were convinced that she was right. So, they put their money down on Kurt. Was it wrong that Blaine was both happy and pissed that she was right? Because while he was now a hundred dollars richer, he was also in the uncomfortable position of having his ex-boyfriend drunkenly singing a love song to him while his boyfriend stood next to him.
“Okay, he’s aware that he doesn’t have the vocal range to pull off a Bruno Mars song, right?” Rachel asked, tilting her head to the side at her roommate crooning on the stage.
“That’s your takeaway from this, babe?” Puck murmured, also staring in confusion. “Not the fact that he’s singing a song to the guy he’s consistently screwed over like there was ever a chance they were getting back together?”
“I mean that just goes without saying. But if you’re going to look desperate and thirsty, at least sound good too,” Rachel shrugged. Blaine found himself grinning despite the second-hand embarrassment that seemed never-ending. Rachel was right. Kurt did not have the vocal range to pull this off at all.
“He’s aware that y’all broke up for far more serious problems than him not buying you flowers, right?” Santana murmured. “But I guess ‘I shouldn’t have blabbed your dad’s identity to the whole damn world and then acted like a little bitch about it after’ really doesn’t have the same flow for a song.”
“I would definitely listen to that song,” Brittany chimed in, twirling her hair around her fingers, and watching the unraveling scene with vague amusement.
“Are all high school dances like this?” Skye asked. “Or is it just the ones with you guys involved. Because honestly, I would believe either answer.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Sam said causing all attention to snap to him. He stared back with wide eyes. “Seriously! He’s been cock blocking us all night! He hasn’t stopped calling since we’ve been back in town and now this? I’m just supposed to sit here and be okay with this?!”
“Yes,” Blaine replied simply. Sam arched an eyebrow. Blaine rolled his eyes and jabbed a finger in his boyfriend’s far too muscled chest. Seriously, was that just an alien thing? Puck had a ridiculous amount of muscles too. He’s never really touched Santana but he assumes she’s got muscles. Everyone knows Thor was a muscle-bound freak show of hotness. Huh. Maybe he just had an alien kink.
“Blaine?” Sam asked, hesitantly.
“Oh, right,” Blaine flushed, realizing he got lost in thought and was still touching his boyfriend’s chest. “Yes, you’re going to be okay with this and everything he does because at the end of the night I’m going home with you. We have a bedroom at my old home, in Malibu and at the Tower. I don’t have anything with Kurt and I don’t plan on getting anything with him either except possibly a restraining order. But with you, I have a whole future. We’re starting SHIELD training in the fall. We’re building a life together, Sammy. So, he can sing all the songs he wants, and call all that he wants. The only thing he’s getting from me is that probable restraining order.”
“Try definite,” Santana corrected, already typing something on her phone.
Sam gave him a sheepish smile. “I can’t help it. Sometimes I feel threatened. Kurt was your first love. And even though he’s a tool, I worry sometimes.”
“First off, you have nothing to worry about. Ever. I love you. Second, you’re wrong. Kurt was my first boyfriend,” Blaine corrected, leaning closer to Sam. “But I think we both know who my first love is.” Sam flushed. “Yeah, you, you big dummy.”
“I love you too,” he murmured, pressing his lips against Blaine’s. “You’re my first love.”
“Really? What about Quinn?”
“That… that wasn’t love. That was infatuation. But it’s different with you. You see me as something more than just an accessory or a way to forget something. You like me for me.”
“I do, Firebird.”
“Stop calling me that!” Sam whined.
“Never!” Puck, Santana, and Brittany said together. Rachel giggled.
“Should I even ask about this whole Firebird thing?” Artie asked, sounding far too amused for Sam’s liking judging by the dirty looks he was throwing the other teen. Artie continued to smirk in his direction, as if oblivious to Sam’s ire.
“Ignore Sam. He’s just mad about his inevitable destiny. I don’t get why though. Take it from me. His wings are beautiful even when they’re on fire,” Puck managed to squeak out before Sam lunged in his direction.
The older teen managed to sidestep him and then back away quickly. Blaine was envious as he nimbly dodged both the crowd around him and the enraged blonde hard on his heels. Santana rolled her eyes before following in their wake, muttering about teenage boys being idiots. Well, she wasn’t wrong. Soon after, the song finished and Rachel chose that moment to interfere, stopping Kurt from making another scene by approaching Blaine when Sam wasn’t by his side. He knew it was going to happen eventually but he appreciated Rachel’s effort.
Skye and Brittany slipped off to do… whatever it was that either woman did when they weren’t around the others. For Skye, she was most likely reporting back all the shenanigans for the rest of the team. She was “hanging out with the rest of the kids” after her whatever it was fizzled out with Ward. He was busy helping other brainwashed and traumatized HYDRA agents and a spark ignited between him and a woman who only knew her name to be Agent 33. Skye was hurt, at first, but a couple of days with them in Lima and she was over it for the most part. It didn’t hurt that a certain Trip was calling more frequently to “check in”. Blaine didn’t need a super brain to see where this was headed. As for Brittany, she was probably off communing with the stars or whatever her powers were. He really needed to figure that one out.
“Is it wrong that I’m nervous?” Artie asked, dragging Blaine out of his thoughts. “Like I’ve practiced this a thousand times. But…. I still get in the chair in the morning sometimes. It doesn’t feel real and it’s been… it’s been weeks.”
“Clint still puts in his hearing aids sometimes,” Blaine shrugged, leaning against the wall where Artie was sitting. “He said that sometimes he forgets. And he’s had the Extremis longer than you. You’re entitled to be nervous. You’re entitled to forget you don’t need the wheelchair.”
“I’ve been in this thing longer than I can remember,” Artie said, looking down at the chair he was still sitting in but no longer needed. It was a cover they used while waiting to see how the Extremis would affect him. Blaine was happy to know that his earlier expectations were correct and that Artie was suffering no ill side effects or ability to spit literal fire.
The damage to his spinal cord was significant. The doctors weren’t lying about that. Whereas Clint bounced back from a nearly fatal wound in a matter of minutes, it took Artie a full day to finally regain movement in his legs. It took him a few days to really get a solid handle on walking again. but they were all with him every step of the way. He and his mother pretty much moved into the Anderson household where they closely monitored how Extremis was affecting him. And now a full two weeks after taking the injection that changed his life, Artie was ready to make his grand walking debut in the most New Directions way possible: at prom and in front of the whole damn school.
“Does she know?” Blaine asked, tilting his head towards Kitty who was dancing with Jake and Unique with a huge smile on her face.
When he initially met the blonde, Blaine was sad to admit that he pegged her entirely wrong. He thought she was shallow and mean. And maybe she was on the surface but the girl had a depth to her. She was bright, fiercely protective and snarky as hell. Will might have thought he was getting another Quinn in the cheerleader but instead he got another Santana. Right down to the psychotic protectiveness when it came to anyone named Puckerman.
They were all nervous about Jake returning to McKinley. Even though Santana, Puck, Steve, Sam and Bucky were all in town and minutes away should something happen, they couldn’t attend school with him. They couldn’t protect him once he crossed the threshold. But somehow, without even knowing the whole story at the time, Kitty took one look at Jake and decided that he was “hers”. Thus far that category only seemed to include Artie and Unique before this. At first, they all thought that Kitty would fall for Jake (or worse use him) but no, she looked at him similar to how one looked at a helpless puppy that needed protection and woe be whatever moron thought Jake was an easy target.
“No, she doesn’t. And I’m not sure how we pulled that one off,” Artie shook his head. “I’m pretty sure Jake was ready to squeal pretty much every day.”
“Kitty is incredibly intimidating,” Blaine snorted. “And there is something about the Puckerman DNA that recognizes who the true alpha is in their relationships.” He pointed with his chin to where Santana was berating Puck and Sam for running around. He didn’t even need to hear what she was saying. He heard variations of her speech all the time. It never got less any less amusing. “You ready to tell me the real reason you’re nervous? I know you don’t care what any of these mouth breathers think of you.”
“You’ve gotten really anti-human since the upgrades. Is that a side effect? Do we have to worry about you going all Skynet on us?”
“Deflecting.”
“Ugh, fine. I’m nervous because what if she doesn’t like me anymore? What if she only liked me because I was broken? What if now that I’m like everyone else, she doesn’t care?”
Blaine hummed thoughtfully before slapping Artie on the back of the head. Hard. Artie was essentially a super soldier now. He could handle it. “First off, you were never broken. You had spinal damage which led to mobility issues. Nothing is broken about you. Second, that’s grossly underestimating who Kitty is as a person. She didn’t like you for your sweet wheels, dude. She likes you for you.”
“You’re right,” Artie sighed. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Blaine grinned before letting out a low whistle. He saw Jake and Puck both pause before meeting his gaze. Blaine nodded that it was time. Matching smiles crossed their faces and they each spread out to carry out their piece of the unveiling such that it was. Puck and Sam headed onto the stage while Brittany and Santana created a pathway for Artie. Jake’s job was simply to keep Kitty in one spot as the Blaine shifted all the spotlights towards the center of the room where the cheerleader waited.
“What’s going on?” Kitty asked with a slight smile on her lips. Artie rolled up to her and she didn’t hesitate to take the hand he was holding out for her. “Artie, is everything okay? You’re not still feeling sick, are you?”
“No, I’m actually feeling pretty good. I want to tell you truth. I wasn’t sick. I was… I was part of an experimental study that was supposed to help me walk again.”
Kitty’s jaw dropped. “Oh, okay. Wait, you said it was supposed to… I’m so sorry, Artie.”
“I’m not,” he grinned, pushing himself up from his chair to the surprise of the crowd and Kitty. “Kitty Wilde, would you like to dance?”
“Artie, but how? I don’t understand.”
“The treatment worked.”
Kitty’s eyes watered even as she smiled up at him, pulling him closer. Her arms wound around his neck as Puck started playing on stage to Sam singing ‘Perfect’. It was the perfect romantic moment. Soon the couple went forgotten as others started to join in. Brittany and Santana were wrapped around one another. Jake and Unique were on the sidelines, swaying softly to the music watching their friend with small smiles on their faces.
Blaine crossed his arms over his chest. Though he loved living with his father and their whole extended family, he had to admit that he missed being a normal teenager sometimes. Where school, crushes and friends were the only major stresses in his life. Then again, compared to his life now, all of that sounded simple and sweet yet awful. Especially when it came to exes.
“What, Kurt?”
“How did you know…” Kurt trailed off looking confused. “Can we talk?”
“About what? What could you possibly think I want to talk to you about?!”
“We were together for almost two years. I think I deserve a little bit of your time. You used to care about me before your gang over there poisoned our relationship.”
Blaine laughed and it was a dark and ugly thing. “You seriously think that they’re the reason we’re not together anymore? You’re so delusional. And the saddest thing about this is that you know it. You know that nothing you say makes any sense but you’re stuck in this endless cycle of stupid and you can’t figure out how to get out of it without admitting that you screwed this up from the beginning. And that’s really sad.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure, Kurt. Look, bottom line is I don’t owe you a damn thing. You told a secret that wasn’t yours and it almost got me and my ‘gang’ killed. What I always thought would happen if they found out about me happened. I was used as leverage against my dad. I almost died because of you. Puck and Sam almost died because of you. So, excuse me if talking to you is the last thing I want to do.”
“But Blaine…”
“Wanna dance?” Skye asked, suddenly appearing in front of him. She threw a disinterested look at Kurt before holding her hand out. Blaine mustered a smile and accepted the offered hand. “So that’s Kurt?” Skye asked as they drifted closer to where their friends were dancing.
“That’s him.” Blaine answered, feeling the heat from Kurt’s glare on his back. But he didn’t care. He was over giving a damn what Kurt Hummel thought before they even left Lima the first time. And he definitely didn’t care after his bullshit almost got Sam and Puck killed. No, Blaine Stark didn’t give a damn what Kurt Hummel thought or felt.
Too bad no one shared that memo with Kurt. Because as soon as he saw that Blaine wasn’t having his shit, he turned his attention to what he thought was a weaker target: Sam. Unfortunately, like most of his thoughts and assumptions, Kurt was wrong. Because Sam wasn’t a weaker target and he was hardly ever alone. No sooner had Kurt took a step into Sam’s space did the brothers Puckerman appear by his side wearing matching looks of indifference and annoyance. Of course, this meant that Finn had to slide in with his protege and unfortunate clone, Ryder. Blaine rolled his eyes. Could there be a prom without some kind of drama? Just once?!
“Really, Kurt?” Sam asked, sounding resigned and annoyed. Blaine related on so many levels. “What’s your problem?”
“You stole Blaine from me!” Kurt snapped, tears welling in his eyes and Blaine would’ve felt bad if he didn’t have firsthand experience with just how manipulative and toxic Kurt could be.
“I stole...?! You know he’s not a possession, right?! He’s a human being, Kurt! A human being that you continuously hurt because you felt left out about something he was going to tell you. And because of you, he almost died. Puck almost died. So, I’m sorry if I don’t give a damn about your tears.”
“Uh, you almost died too,” Puck pointed out, sounding angrier about that anything else.
And that’s when it hit Blaine. They were all more upset about the other ones almost dying because they truly cared about one another. It confused him as to when they of all of the Gleeks came to be his entire world but they were. Sam, Brittany, Puck and Santana weren’t just his friends. They were his family as much as Cooper and Tony were. And that’s what Kurt never was. He was always the boyfriend. He was never family. He was never going to be family.
“Screw this,” Blaine muttered. He headed over to where the showdown was happening and looped his arm around Sam’s waist. Skye and Rachel did the same with Jake and Puck. “It’s not worth it.”
“But.”
“I know you didn’t start it. I know that none of you started it. But I’m ending it. Kurt, enjoy being bitter and alone because of your own inability to stop being a pain in the ass. Finn, good luck with life because you clearly need it. Ryder, pick a better mentor in life because these two will get you nowhere.”
Puck snorted while Jake let out a low chuckle. “He’s not wrong. Come little brother, let’s go head off the Calvary. No one needs Bucky in here making shit both more interesting and more complicated in a bloody kind of way.”
Jake gave an exaggerated shudder before leaving with Puck and Skye. Rachel remained with her shoulders pressed against Sam’s free side. She was making it clear where she stood and it wasn’t with the brothers Furt. A fact that still seemed to amaze both of them. Well neither of them ever presented as socially aware.
“Blaine, just tell me what I have to do to fix this. You can’t seriously say you’re happy with a guy that won’t even admit he’s bisexual! And you’re fine with that?!”
“I am. Because I don’t care if he is gay, straight, bi or demi. He’s my partner in this crazy world and that’s all I need. I don’t care if you approve or not. As for what you can do to fix this? That’s a question that’s about a year too late. You can’t fix this because I’ve seen the real you and there’s no going back.”
“And because you’re stupid and don’t understand how the world works, let me break it down for you,” Santana chimed in, appearing beside the teens. “If you so much as look at my boy, either of my boys, there will be a rain of fiery hell coming down on you. And it’s all courtesy of this little paper.”
“A restraining order?!” Kurt shrieked. “You’re serving me with a restraining order?!”
“Oh, yeah. And it’s enforced by SHIELD. Violate the terms and you’ll be rotting in a cell in the deepest darkest part of SHIELD I can find,” Santana promised. “I’ve watched Blaine be nice to you and cater to your bullshit long enough. This is the last time we will ever have this conversation. This is the last conversation you’ll be having with Blaine period.”
“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Blaine asked with total honesty. Santana smirked before kissing his cheek.
“Not since this morning but I know what’s in your heart. Puck isn’t the only good at reading people. Love you too. Now say goodbye to your loser ex and get ready to be surprised by the fact that you’re both Prom King.”
Blaine and Sam could only laugh as Santana twirled away as quickly as she appeared with a giggling Rachel. As the two girls left, Blaine happened to take a look at Kurt, Finn and Ryder. Their expressions were a mix between confused and sad. And for a brief moment, Blaine pitied them. This was all they had in life. Holding on to the remnants of high school. But the rest of them had moved on, were still moving on. He couldn’t help but feel for them. But at the same time, he didn’t care. He escaped Lima and he never had to look back at this point. He had a bright future ahead of them and he every intention of living in that, not the past.
“Can I have this dance?” Blaine asked Sam instead of focusing on his hateful ex. His boyfriend smiled brightly before placing his hand in Blaine’s.
“Always,” Sam replied, pulling him closer. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Blaine grinned. “I’m glad Brittany dreamed about us.”
“I’m glad your dad decided to become a superhero.”
“And I’m glad that asshat is out of your life,” Puck said, dancing around them with Clint. Blaine blinked at the archer’s unexpected appearance before realizing their prom had far more Avengers than originally planned (which was none). “I found him, Grandpa and Other Grandpa trying to break in.”
“It looked like shit was about to go down,” Clint shrugged before dipping Puck. “I mean let’s be honest, there’s always shit about to go down with y’all. So, we figured we would be on hand.”
“That literally happened like ten minutes ago. What were you guys sitting around in tuxes in a van around the corner watching us?” Sam asked, purely sarcastically. The utter look of calm on Clint’s face made him remember who they were dealing with here. The blond sighed heavily. “I can’t with this family sometimes.”
“Where are your Granddads anyway?” Blaine asked, smoothly ignoring that his family was insane.
Puck gestured with his chin to where the two super soldiers were swaying to the music together completely oblivious to all the teenagers gaping at them in surprise. Blaine found himself smiling wider than before.
If there were two people in this world who deserved happiness, it was Bucky and Steve. They had gone through sheer hell and still found their way back to each other. He wasn’t sure if they knew they had feelings for each other back then, probably not since Puck existed. But it was clear they knew now and were slowly but surely acting on those feelings, on their second chance.
Tonight, was perfect. It was everything he would’ve wanted from prom at a high school he hasn’t attended in a year. But between this and graduation, Blaine figured it was safe to say that he was done with Lima. There was nothing left for him anymore. When he got on his father’s jet after graduation, he didn’t foresee him coming back to this godforsaken town. He was done with Lima, Ohio and he really didn’t care.
Lima and Kurt were his past. Sam, SHIELD, all of them, they were his future. And he was never looking back.
A Few Years Later….
Blaine couldn’t help the dramatic gasp as the bag over his head was finally lifted. He closed his eyes as the usual reorientation to the world around him happened. This is why he hated closing himself off. It was a rough adjustment every time he had to recalibrate his brain to the electronics around him. He doubted his unfortunate company even knew that fact. They just got lucky.
“Mr. Stark!”
“Oh my god, do you have to be so loud?! It’s literally just us here.”
His would-be kidnapper frowned clearly not expecting his victim to talk back. He obviously had not done his homework on anyone Stark related. Sassing any and everyone was a hallmark of the Stark family name. Blaine was not about to let the family down.
“You’re probably wondering why you’re here…”
“Let me stop you here,” Blaine interrupted. “I’m here because you think that you can use me as leverage against my dad, right? You want him to build some tech thing that only he can and you think that by grabbing me, you can force him to do that. That’s what you think? Solid plan to be fair. Unfortunately for you, I’m not quite alone here and it would probably be in your best interest to let me go now before it gets ugly.”
“Right, let you go. You realize that I have the advantage here? You’re the one being held captive, correct?”
Blaine rolled his eyes and tuned the bad guy of the week out. He was the monologuing type. He really hated those. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the right frequency through the many buzzing for his attention. And then he found it. And it was closer than he expected.
“You there?” Sam’s voice came in, loud, clear and worried. “You were offline for a while.”
“Apparently bags over my head block my signal. Who knew?”
“I have mentioned how much I hate when Blaine responds through robot voice?” Santana quipped.
“Well, it was either this or I talk aloud. And that wouldn’t work. He’s monologuing at me.”
“Oh, no. Not the monologue!” Puck moaned dramatically. “I’m going home. It’s not worth it. That guy is not a threat. You all can handle it.”
“You’re just saying that because Sammy is carrying you,” Santana retorted. “Again.”
Blaine snickered, listening to their bickering but focusing on the signal that was getting closer. And then it was very close. He closed his connection to his friends in that moment and instead focused on his kidnapper who was still monologuing.
“And then your father will build me… are you listening to me?”
“Nope. Haven’t been for a while. Waiting for my ride out of here.”
“Your what?” his unfortunate kidnapper asked seconds before two hundred pounds of super-powered fury burst through the warehouse window, spraying glass everywhere. Puck grinned as he stood up, smoothing glass off his clothes and out of his braided hair.
That was the least of anyone’s concerns as a blonde figure followed. His wings flapping as he landed with two flaming fists powered up and eyes literally blazing. Another person touched down next to him. Her purple eyes pulsing in time with the aura that only settled once she was standing.
“You guys are late,” Blaine retorted.
“You really need to work on bags over the head not being your kryptonite,” Puck commented as he continued to shake off the glass that clung to his shirt. “Also, your boyfriend literally just tossed my ass through a window!”
“You handled it,” Sam replied, spreading his wings. He tilted his head to the side, staring at would be kidnapper. “So, it seems you took something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Yeah, you took one of my boys,” Santana said, tilting her head to the side with her purple eyes. The lack of pupils usually weirded everyone out at first but Blaine’s kidnapper seemed especially affected. She smirked. “I really don’t like people taking my things.”
“Tends to make her especially murdery,” Puck chimed in. He pushed the guy whose name Blaine really would learn at some point out of the way before walking to where Blaine was being held. He snapped the metal chains binding his hands with no effort at all. “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the quick rescue,” Blaine smiled as Puck helped him up. Sam rushed over to pull him into an embrace. His wings folding around Blaine unconsciously. “I’m fine, Firebird. I swear.”
“Still hate that name, babe,” Sam murmured into his skin. “Loving you is a hazard.”
“But worth it?”
“Always, my love.”
“Gross,” Puck fake gagged.
“So, says the guy who’s been planning his wedding on the phone all mission.”
Puck narrowed his eyes but didn’t argue because, how could he? They’ve all been witness to Puck’s utter mushiness when it came to making sure Rachel had her dream wedding no matter how sappy the demands. The fact that Steve, Bucky, and Tony were in full panic mode with him was just an extra layer of amusing. Blaine had a theory that Steve was just using this planning to take the opportunity to propose to Bucky. It’s about damn time honestly.
“What is happening?!” Blaine’s erstwhile kidnapper asked while being held down by one of Santana’s force fields. “Who are you people?!”
Blaine grinned at the man’s obvious confusion. He obviously thought he was kidnapping just the son of Tony Stark. A mistake many had made before and many would likely make again. Because it never failed. As soon as they grabbed what they viewed as an easy target, his personal rescue squad was there to save him. Not to mention, it wasn’t that he was exactly incapable of caring for himself.
“So, I don’t know if needs to be said but I’m leaving now. I’ve taken the liberty of purging your hard drive, all of them by the way and sending the contents to local authorities. They’ll be so happy to know that you’re literally trafficking people with special abilities and kidnapped the son of Tony Stark to make it happen.”
“And they should be arriving,” Puck trailed off listening to something only he with the extraordinary hearing could hear. A smirk formed on his lips. “Right about now!”
No less a minute later, the doors were bursting open and a half a dozen people were pouring into the room waving guns. All except one. She was holding up a gauntlet covered arm that she lowered once she saw who was standing beside Blaine. She rolled her eyes motioning for the other agents to secure their prisoner.
“You do realize that we were already aware of Agent Stark’s capture, right?” Daisy, formerly known as Skye, drawled, lowering her arm to cross over her chest. She arched an eyebrow. Though the smile on her lips and the relieved light to her eyes gave away her emotions.
“You would do the same if it was Trip,” Sam retorted. “Besides flying in the Quinjet is too slow. Why would anyone ever want to fly in one of those anyway?”
“Not all of us have wings, Sammy.” Santana cleared her throat. Daisy rolled her eyes. “And not all of have self-projected energy fields that propel them through the air. Better?”
“I’m appeased, Director Johnson,” Santana replied, snickering. She started floating off the ground as she normally did when she wasn't concentrating. Her focus was solely on Blaine. “How did you get grabbed anyway? It was supposed to a simple in and out mission.”
Puck snorted, shaking his head as he picked up on Blaine’s thoughts. A habit he still hadn’t outgrown from his teen years. “You’re a messy bitch, Blaine. Like straight up, you’re a disaster of a human and kind of an asshole.”
“Anyone who doesn’t read thoughts wanna share with the class?”
“I read his files. He had more information on the mutant trafficking ring we’ve been working on. But he was obsessed with my dad. So, I figured that I could use that angle to get in and get more access to his computers. My range is not infinite despite what Santana thinks.”
“I still think you should be able to reach space,” Santana retorted, from her spot even closer to the ceiling. Puck gently cleared his throat. Her eyes widened and she slowly drifted down to the ground. “I’m just saying.”
“Well I can’t,” Blaine shot back. “And even if I could, I don’t think that I could use those abilities to get Netflix to drop the new season of your favorite shows any faster.”
“You don’t know because you haven’t tried!”
“As amusing as your usual post-mission banter is, can you lot clear out already?” Daisy asked. “Also, Noah, Rachel called. She said no to the gardenias.”
Puck rolled his eyes. “Of course, she is because they’re the most expensive option. What part of our wedding has no budget is she just not understanding? And the lilies are so basic! What is the point of being related to Captain Freaking America if you can’t use the money people just toss his way to your advantage?! Ugh, San?”
“Got you,” Santana held out a hand to form one of her forcefields lifting him up with her. “Now let’s go stop your bridezilla.”
“Stop calling her that,” Puck chided even as they started to float towards the window, propelled by whatever energy literally consumed Santana these days. “Nothing beats Brittany.”
“Hey! It’s not her fault that our wedding literally caused her to turn into an actual monster. That was an unintended side effect! And I totally blame Peter!”
“Oh, yeah, blame Quill cuz his sister and her wife are psychotic nut jobs!”
“I will toss your ass into the ocean. Do not think I won’t.”
“You won’t. You love me.”
“Ugh!”
Blaine laughed as the pair disappeared though their chatter remained through the com links. Even after over a decade of friendship, they were all as a close as ever. With Brittany running ground operations, he, Sam, Santana and Puck were the best team SHIELD had to offer. Of course, that was strictly because Clint and Natasha were out on maternity leave and Daisy was more into being upper management these days but whatever. The point was they were a great team together.
“What you thinking?” Sam murmured in his ear. Blaine turned into his fiancé’s protective embrace. Soft, feathery white wings surrounded them both.
“Thinking about us and how far we’ve come since high school.”
“That place. I still think it would be for the betterment of humanity if you let me burn that place to the ground.”
“No, no, pyro. No recreational burning. You know the rules,” Daisy chided. “We’ve had this conversation one too many times.”
“You guys are no fun!”
“Angel of mine, your idea of fun is a little messed up,” Blaine laughed at the adorable pout on Sam’s face.
“A little messed up is the motto for Inhumans,” Sam pointed out. “We’re all a little twisted in some ways.”
“Speak for yourself, blondie,” Daisy retorted. “And can y’all get out of here already? Your adorable sappiness is literally contaminating my crime scene.”
“I liked it so much better when Phil was director of the Inhuman division. Can he come back? You’re mean,” Sam retorted. Daisy flipped him off pulling a laugh out of the blonde.
“Get out of here. I have to find a way to make throwing a whole human through a window sound professional.”
“That’s why you’re upper management and I’m just the guy who gets to throw his best friend through windows!” Sam grinned. He looked down at Blaine. “Shall we go? Or are there more people to kidnap you out there.”
“Probably but no more kidnapping for today. I’m all kidnapped out.”
“Perfect,” Sam mumbled, leaning down to brush his lips against Blaine’s. They smiled into the kiss. “Because I can think of a lot of better things to do with your time.”
“I like the way you think,” he laughed. “Lead the way, Firebird.”
“Always, my love. Always.”