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Daphne's just gotten back from patrol. Dad decided to wait until she got back to tell her Cassie's visiting. Because of course he did. Of course he invited Mrs. Lang over and "forgot" to tell Daphne before the last minute. He always does that.
So now Daphne has—she glances at the clock on her nightstand—four minutes to clean up before her crush friend gets here. Great.
She's gotten out of her armor, and has just started cleaning up her injuries when the door opens.
"Hey— woah, Daph, what the hell happened?"
Damn it.
Daphne wipes away the blood on her brow. "Nothin', Cass, it's alright."
"Are you sure?" Cassie walks further into the room, moving Daphne's head to look at the cut better. "You're bleeding."
"Not anymore," Daphne offers her a smile that she hopes comes off reassuring. "It's fine. I just, uh, fell."
"Fell, huh?" Cassie grabs a wipe, dabbing at the cut. "Like when you 'fell' and broke your leg last month."
Daphne winced. Not because of the cut, which really wasn't as bad and both her dad and Cassie have been making it out to be. It's hardly more than a scrape, really.
No, the wince is because Cassie's getting dangerously close to realizing the whole 'vigilante' thing. She had promised Tony, who in turn promised Mrs. Lang, that she wouldn't tell Cassie about that. Apparently they're worried she might want to join in. Which Daphne doesn't doubt in the slightest, one of the reasons she and Cassie got along so well when Tony and Mr. Paxton first introduced them was because they both admired their dads so much.
Still, Daphne made a promise. "Yeah, well, Dad still has all his superhero stuff lying around in the garage. Injuries happen, especially since Morgan's taken a liking to playing with them. She keeps trying to use Cap's shield for sledding."
Cassie laughs as she presses a band-aid to the cut. "Sounds like a nightmare. I couldn't possibly imagine that chaos."
"Uh-huh," Daphne rolls her eyes. "Right. It's not like you had, what was it? A giant pet ant?"
"Okay, hey, that's completely different!" Cassie huffs indignantly, crossing her arms.
"Oh, is it? Really?"
"Dante was a pet." Cassie's pouting now. Daphne doesn't know how she's managing to keep from doing something about that, quite honestly, but it's barely working. The fact Cassie's still hasn't moved away after patching her up isn't helping in the slightest. All Daphne wants is to kiss that look away.
"A pet that you only had because of your dad's superhero stuff," Daphne shoots back, swallowing down the heat that threatens to overtake her cheeks. "Tell me how that's any different?"
"Okay, so, if Mr. Stark brought home some kind of, like, alien dog, and you kept it—"
"That would be just as bad, yes."
Cassie laughs, finally stepping away. "Okay, whatever. You win, I'm not gonna try to change your mind."
She kicks off her shoes, flopping down onto Daphne's bed. Daphne chuckles as well, walking over to sit beside her.
"I know, I always win."