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When Morgan got like this usually it was because they were running away from something. Hyper-focused on a last minute heist. They were different from Morgan’s usual heists, usual jobs. They were reckless, usually going in solo, and refusing to have sense talked into them. They would stop taking Diego’s calls, would hole up in their room so Alex wasn’t constantly telling them to eat or sleep or maybe take a shower.
And they were angry. Usually, they were excited for a heist, but ones like this? They were getting back at someone. Ones like this were the reason they ended up in jail more often than not.
This time, they were in jail covered in dye pack ink, an absolute rookie mistake. Alex appeared next to them, legs crossed, in a corner so as to not be immediately recognized. Morgan was sulking. “Want me to get all that blue off of you?”
“What do you want?” Morgan grumbled, staring at their hands.
“Want to talk about why you tried to rob a high security vault and it was the dye packs that got you?” Alex looked around, secretly enjoying the idea of being in minimum security, even if they weren’t actually put there. This place was all everyone said it was, they wouldn’t even need to lift a finger to escape.
“I got caught up in the heist and forgot to check for them,” Morgan responded through gritted teeth.
“And do you feel better now that you failed to steal the money raised at that charity ball for the Fairness Association?”
Morgan moved quickly enough that they almost caught Alex off guard punching them in the face. Alex turned off their invulnerability enough that it didn’t shatter their partner’s hand doing that. “Pompous fucking ass, you want to, what? Come in here and gloat?”
“Morgan.”
The D Tier Villain breathed, shaking their hand, then looked over their shoulder at the guards that were opening the door to the cell. “You might want to get us out of here, Alex, because it’d seem awful odd that the S Tier Villain just casually let some nobody punch them.”
Alex rolled their eyes and snapped their fingers, teleporting them both back to the apartment. They got up and made some cup noodles for Morgan, because at least it would be something in their stomach. They sat it in front of their partner and then sat across from them while they wolfed the noodles down. “You know, next time I could help. A job like that is damn near impossible as a solo mission.” Once Morgan was done with the food they snapped it away. “Feel better? Ready for a shower and sleep?”
“I’m not tired.” Morgan stared at the television that was off and Alex turned on the news so that they could watch the backlash from their stunt.
“You know that’ll just convince more people to donate to the FA. Whatever you were trying to get back at the heroes for, you just helped them.”
“Shut up.” Morgan was glaring at the television as their parents talked about how they caught the culprit before they could make off with the much needed funds to rebuild the tower from Alex’s last decimation.
“I could kill them for you, that’s always on the table.”
“I said shut up.”
Alex sighed, moving to sit next to Morgan. They showed pictures of some of the damage inside the vault. “Nice graffiti.”
“Felt more appropriate than a glitter bomb.” Morgan was starting to unwind, just a little bit. The muscles in their shoulders started to relax.
“It’s a shame the dye packs made it less legible. ‘king greedy pigs’ probably doesn’t have the same punchiness as your original phrase, I’m sure.”
“But the dye packs also means they ruined some pretty priceless works of art for the sake of money in that safe.”
“That’s a particularly good side.” Morgan leaned against Alex, pointing out the way they had disarmed alarms in record time, then there was a lull in their conversation. Alex was the one who eventually broke it. “If it makes you feel better, I can tell the press I’m your sidekick.”
Morgan’s nose crinkled like they smelled something sour. “I can’t believe they made apologies that The Chadster’s sidekick wasn’t feeling well but that they were happy to say I had rejoined the family business.”
“It was a publicity stunt. Want to go on a crime spree with me and show the press just how wrong your family was? Maybe have a reporter run the Sterling Spouses’ Honeymoon of Crime for tomorrow?”
Morgan brightened up. “I almost forgot you took my last name! Oh, oh, shit, we could have a lot of fun with that.”
Alex nodded. “See? Much better if you let me in on the plans. One request.” Morgan frowned, looking up at Alex. “Shower and sleep first. I won’t magic the dye away because I imagine we could twist this into something about them bringing you back into the fold just so you could trick them and steal shit. But the other parts are non-negotiable.”
Morgan considered for a moment, then got up grumbling. “Fine, but you have to wear your wedding band while we’re on our crime spree.”
“I always wear my wedding band,” Alex responded, de-invisibilizing it. “Now go, I’m pretty sure I got more sleep than you in the past week.”