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Stark Industries - Thursday

So Tony had warned Barry about not blowing anything up when he had first taken the job. Luckily Tony had said nothing about accidentally opening portals to other dimensions. Which Barry had.

Also on the lucky side, Barry had not opened a portal to evil dimension. Nope. Just a dimension of goldfish that could swim through the air. Of which a small school was currently swarming around Barry as he tried to close the portal.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Go swim somewhere else God fucking damn it!"

Unluckily Barry had no patience for flying goldfish.

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Elsa, meanwhile, had plenty of time for flying goldfish, if it meant opening the door to see if this was the place Barry was working now, only to have a few of them swim her way curiously.

She blinked as a few made their way out the door and away to sweet, sweet freedom.

"Making friends again, are you?"

Hello, Barry. It had been a while.

Too long. Enough that it Barry a couple of seconds to place the voice.

"Elsa!"

He was almost about to tackle Elsa in a bear hug before catching himself. Never wise to glomp onto a girl who had touching issues.

He instead went for a slower open armed approach to allow Elsa the opportunity to back up if needed.

"Are you back? Or just visiting?"

"I'm back," Elsa replied, and after a moment to nerve herself back up to it (it had been a while), she stepped forward for that hug.

She appreciated that he'd caught himself, yes. She had a bit of re-adjusting to Fandom to do.

"I've missed you," she murmured, hugging him close. "Next time, remind me to kidnap you and bring you along."

"I missed you too," Barry said attempting a tentative kiss to Elsa's forehead. "Not going to lie. I'm so fucking glad you are back. Everything cool back home?"

Elsa closed her eyes and just smiled softly. That was nice. Familiar and safe and...

She didn't want to move, now that she was here.

"It's about as good as it's ever been," she replied. "Anna didn't want to see me go, but was the one who told me I should probably leave. Apparently the island has done me some good. A noticeable amount of good."

She suspected Anna was hoping that coming back to the island would convince her that it would be a great idea to open Arendelle's gates again once she was queen.

Clearly Anna was anticipating a rousing musical number if that ever happened.

"Anna is a smart girl," Barry said quite content to hold on to the future queen in his arms. "And yeah, I'm saying that entirely for my own fucking selfish reasons. I know I'm not going anywhere in the near future."

Elsa was realizing that she had even missed Barry's swearing. So help her, she hadn't seen that coming. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder for a moment, and then leaned to kiss him on the cheek. It was right there. It kind of needed it, didn't it?

"That's good news," she decided. "It means I'll always know where to find you. And... your new pet goldfish?"

Elsa kind of liked the fish. They were a nice touch. If odd.

While happy for the kiss, Barry let out a huff of exasperation at the mention of the goldfish.

"God damn fucking fish," he said shaking his head. "One of my transdimensional coils discharged randomly and opened up a fucking portal to this fish dimension."

He glared at one of the fish swimming up to his face.

"I'm just glad it wasn't to the one with the talking ape."

"Small favors," Elsa teased, leaning back a little to watch the fish swim around some more. "Though it could always be worse than goldfish, couldn't it?"

Flying barracuda would be decidedly less cute.

"You mean like sharks swept up in a fucking tornado?" Barry asked teasingly. "Because there was a new documentary released since you've been gone."

Oh, there was a tiny hint of mischief in Elsa's smile after Barry said that.

"Well, we'll certainly have to watch it, then," she shared. "And we'll be locking the doors for it, this time."

Because if half the population of the island decided to come crashing in on another date so soon after she'd returned to Fandom, Elsa was going to encase their feet in blocks of ice and then shove them right back out the door again.

Barry grinned at that.

"Well I haven't turned anyone into dinosaurs in a long time. We might be safe," he replied. "Though if that's not enough I can set up a force field."

Unless Rikku and Reno showed up. They might be able to get past it.

"I might just hold you to that," Elsa replied, primly. "Because if we're going to have a date, I don't want a dozen interruptions before we've so much as had a chance to sit down."

And people telling her where the condoms were kept were definitely being shoved back out the door.

On the plus side Barry had finally gotten rid of that table they kept going on about.

"I solemnly swear that no one will interrupt us," Barry promised. "Or I fucking turn them into a fucking groundhog."

"And if turning them into a groundhog doesn't work, I might have to take drastic measures," Elsa decreed. "Like asking them to take Canute for a walk."

Spoiler: People did not take Canute for a walk, these days. Canute took them for a drag.

"Shit. Considering his growth rate he could rip out someone's arm socket by now," Barry noted.

Except maybe Anna. She seemed weirdly strong.

"So we'll make it a date? Popcorn? Pizza? Tons of chocolate?"

Really, some days Elsa suspected that Anna could wrestle a bear and come out on top. Lecturing the bear the entire time for being so rude in the first place, at that.

"Now, how can I say no to something like that?"

"Well you could but I think you just can't resist bad shark documentaries," Barry teased. "I think I've rubbed off on you."

"It's entirely possible," Elsa laughed. "You and your colorful language and your encouraging cultured young ladies to jump on the bed..."

"Well, I can't take all the credit. Someone else got you into a pair of jeans," he teased. "Have you turned your bed back home into a trampoline yet?"

"I couldn't get Kai to understand why it was I was asking for so many springs," she shared. "I might need to get you to give me a hand getting something like that set up."

Because, among other things, she had much taller ceilings in her bedroom back home.

Barry briefly wondered if he checked wikipedia if Elsa's name would come up as the "Bouncing Queen of Norway" as a historical reference before chuckling to himself.

"You know I'm always willing to set you up with a bouncing bed," he said looking amused. "The trick will be keeping Anna from bouncing through the ceiling.

And yes, he had seen the ceiling in her bedroom back home.

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