fandomtownies | The Perk | Wednesday Morning

Annie -- who was definitely not avoiding packing up her whole apartment to be moved in a week or so, don't be silly -- had forced herself out the door for a run this morning. And, sure, it had ended up being more of a...tired jog than she would have liked, and her nausea had flared up about halfway through, but -- you know what? She had seven more months of this, and Annie refused to let a little pukiness keep her down. She'd been through worse. She could prevail! She refused to give up her sense of normalcy. At least not yet.

Which was why she was ducking into the Perk post-workout, in search of some of those simple carbs she knew would settle things down and keep her going for the rest of the day. And, like, yes, look at her being good and settling down at a table with another uncaffeinated pink drink of some kind, along with a banana.

...and also some coconut birds nests, because springtime cookies were being offered in the case, and Annie, like, needed those, okay? It was all about balance. Simple carbs and the perfect combination of coconut and chocolate would keep her going today.

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“Morning, Annie,” Will greeted. Was he surreptitiously checking to make sure that wasn’t a caffeinated drink of some sort so far as he could tell? Of course not, he would never.

It was all coconut milk and raspberry syrup, apparently! Which, you know, was bullshit and all, but it was keeping her relatively content.

"Morning, Will," Annie replied with a fluttered wave. "How's it going? I heard there was some excitement this weekend."

Excitement she and Diego had both slept through, which she would feel worse about if they both hadn't needed to take a step back from the superhero thing for a variety of baby and power-related reasons.

“Certainly one way of putting it,” Will said. “But other than a few burns and a concussion, everyone seemed to come through okay,” physically anyway.

The same couldn’t be said for a number of the warehouses themselves, alas.

"That's how it sounded," Annie replied with a note of concern. "Do you know if the firefighters figured out how it started?"

Weirdly enough, Annie was hoping for arson -- not because she, like Steve, wanted some crimes to solve (though, you know, that would probably be welcome), but because a random accident was so much scarier to her than a concrete bad guy.

“Just bad luck,” Will reported. “Old building, old wires, you know?”

Sorry, Annie.

Ugh, and she also already worried about old wiring for Annie-specific reasons, too!

"Well," she said, blowing out a breath, "I'm glad no one was seriously hurt. And hopefully that results in, like, a re-visitation of, like, codes or whatever."

And maybe a little mental note, here and now, to make sure to have an actual electrician go through the new house to be extra sure.

“They’ve already started digging out the old buildings, so there must be plans already for that space,” Will mused. “Hopefully, as you say, they won’t skimp on making sure things are up to code with whatever replaces them.”

"You're okay?" she checked. "Like, physically, I know, but -- probably a pretty...exciting time to be the only practicing doctor on the island, right?"

She knew Stark also worked at the clinic, and that girl who was probably completely traumatized when Five had been brought in, but -- she wouldn't blame Will for, like, needing a vacation after the past weekend, either.

“I’m good,” Will said, touched by the concern. “I think that was probably the busiest day I’ve had since moving here, though.”

"I'd imagine so," Annie noted, wincing. "Man, I used to wish things were more exciting around here, but I've kind of learned to be careful about that. There's enough misery in the world -- maybe it can be a little boring here."

Plenty of misery just over the causeway, even!

“That’s the problem when your livelihood depends on other people being in trouble, isn’t it?” Will said in agreement. “How are you doing, by the way?”

Annie made a little face for his benefit. "I'm good, if hoping that all those rumors I've heard about the second trimester being easier are actually true."

It would actually just be hard in new ways! Goodbye, puking -- hello swollen feet!

"And we're moving," she added. "Just, like, to a house, not off-island."

“Well, normally, I would advise to let your husband do all the heavy lifting when it comes to packing but I’m not actually sure that applies in your case,” Will admitted.

"Apparently," Annie told him excitedly, "I'm allowed to keep lifting for awhile still. Like, lifting weights, even, not just boxes of books or knives or whatever. But -- if it makes you feel better, I think Diego would agree with you. So we're hiring it out."

Which, honestly, was just the smart thing to do if you could afford it and wanted to stay married and to keep liking all your friends, anyway.

"Ah, so you just have to supervise," Will said, nodding sagely. "At least that saves you the headache that is packing. And unpacking."

"Unpacking's usually the fun part, at least," Annie noted. "And like...there's maaaaaybe a reason I'm doing my phone-scrolling in public today, and it's not just the coconut cookies."

She put a finger to her lips. Don't tell Diego she was playing packing hooky, Will!

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