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After reconsidering her position, Alex may have made a slight miscalculation. Despite having a clear plan at the beginning, and feeling the usual thrill at bloodshed, she was starting to think the bloody murder may have been a bad idea. Not for her, of course, it was delightful to put those goddamn heroes in their place, but, well. Morgan had been very wide-eyed and pale after being forcefully teleported from the ceremony, and they were being oddly quiet in the private jet she had stolen from the heroes.
Morgan wasn’t usually afraid of Alex. They were one of the few who weren’t.
Maybe she wasn’t being fair. Maybe Morgan was still mad at her for ditching them for three months, or maybe they were just tired- she didn’t really know what they had been doing in these past few months, maybe it had been taxing. Maybe they were just plane-sick- or perhaps jet-sick? Would it be a different term? Whatever. Point is, Alex felt guilty for whatever was going on with Morgan, and that was not an easy feeling to shake.
Alex’s guilt would probably be easier to digest if she knew what to feel guilty about. If it was anyone else, she would just read their mind, but she didn’t do that for Morgan. But asking is also very difficult.
“Dude, you’re gonna bring the plane down” Oh. She was bouncing her leg, and in extension, the entire airplane.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Whatcha thinking about? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous.”
“Oh, um. Nothing, really.” Morgan seemed to accept this, going back to whatever magazine they had scrounged up when they had rifled through all the wedding stuff. Actually-
“Morgan?” they hummed to indicate they heard. “Did I scare you earlier?” Morgan gave them an odd look out of the corner of their eyes.
“I mean, yeah, kinda. You tore someone’s heart out with your bare hands and got their blood all over my apartment.”
“Sorry. I’ll, um, clean that up later.” There was a brief pause, where Alex thought of something to say and Morgan waited for her to collect her thoughts. “Just so you know, I’m not going to-”
“Alex, I know you aren’t going to hurt me.”
“Oh.” There was another brief moment of silence. “Why were you scared then?” Morgan sighed, folding their magazine and stuffing it in the airplane pocket in front of them.
“I don’t know, maybe because you brutally murdered your wife the second time I’ve seen you in three months? And then you pinned me to the wall, in my apartment, with those still bloody hands? I’m not sure why I wouldn’t be scared, because quite frankly, you can be a scary motherfucker.” There was still blood on Morgan's shirt from the pinning thing. They were dressed in their fancy wedding clothes, the same ones they had gone to their sister’s wedding in. Morgan probably didn’t know how to get bloodstains out.
“I didn’t really think, I forgot you don’t often come with me on murder missions-”
“Alex, I don’t ever come along on murder missions unless I’m already there. It was just kinda spooky to see it firsthand.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just… proving a point.”
“And you did. Good for you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“Alex, I'm literally going on a honeymoon with you.”
“Is that a yes?”
“For the murder, yeah, but you did still ghost me for several months to do it.” Shit.
“I fucking knew you were still mad about that.”
“Look, you made a pretty good joke about your ex-wife dying, but I’m still vaguely annoyed.”
“I swear I’ll never do it again.”
“You better fucking not.” Morgan grinned though, seemingly satisfied by Alex’s apology. “You also have to teach me how to get blood out of whites, I only have one good dress shirt.”
“You just wash in cold, throw some hydrogen peroxide in there. I could also buy you another one”
“I’ll probably try to wash it first. Also, your ex-wife had terrible taste, I’ve been reading all her bridal magazines and they’re all terrible, like look at this dress featured in Today’s Bride- ”
Alex was glad her best friend wasn’t going to start being all scared now. It would have ruined the Cancún trip- there was a reason Alex had even bothered to book a honeymoon- Morgan would not be able to appreciate the natural beauty if they were all nervous.
They had a lovely time in Cancún, although the trip was cut short by heroes flooding the place looking to, once again, fuck with her. Annoying ass losers. They also didn’t do what people typically did on honeymoons- Alex also read those bridal magazines- which was disappointing, but not unexpected. Overall, a pretty successful, if predictable, trip.
They had got to go on vacations more regularly.