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“Alright, alright, settle down you two. Jesus Christ,” Dana mutters. “You’re worse than my fuckin’ kids.”
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18 Jan 2026
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Instead of asking to talk to her privately, the way he'd envisioned in his head, Frank was cut off when Santos, after catching his eye, dropped her gaze and actually veered away instead of stopping to talk to him. Frank stopped in his tracks, frustration surging in his chest.
"What's her problem?" Frank asked Whitaker, a hypothetical more than anything.
Whitaker shrugged, both of them watching Santos stalk away into the locker room. "Just… be nice to her today."
Frank scowled. "What are you talking about? I'm always nice to her."
or: trinity is having a terrible day. frank doesn't quite put two and two together.
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10 Jan 2026
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Sometimes – not often, but sometimes – she locks all the doors, closes the blinds, turns the radio to static, closes her eyes, and looks for them.
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01 Jan 2026
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Nancy stirs her cappuccino. “I just thought—well, it’s been a year since…everything. And since we’re all in New York anyway, I just thought it might be nice to…I don’t know, do something normal together. For once.”
She has the look on her face she always gets when she’s dead-set on something, but beneath that is something imploring—like she truly wants the rest of them to be dead-set on this, too. It's the very expression that has made it impossible for Steve to say no to her all these years, and without meaning to, Steve glances at Jonathan.
He isn’t surprised to find the same recognition he feels reflected on Jonathan’s face, too. But alongside that expression is something resembling what Steve’s pretty sure is...acceptance. As though, just like Steve, Jonathan already knows he’s going to cave.
Or: Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, and Argyle’s Secret Santa in December 1988.
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26 Dec 2025
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“Not into the whole superhero thing, then?” Steve asks Nancy.
“Of course she isn’t,” Jonathan mutters. “Nancy cares about real journalism.”
Steve raises his eyebrows. “And Spider-Man isn’t?”
“A man in tights swinging from webs?” Jonathan deadpans. “Definitely not, no.”
In which: Jonathan is the unfortunate Daily Bugle intern tasked with taking pictures of New York's new favorite superhero, Steve struggles with the trials and tribulations of maintaining a secret identity, and Nancy is just trying to do some actual goddamn investigative journalism for once.
Or, an au where Steve is Spider-Man.
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20 Dec 2025