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[#132] Sometimes Bad Guys Make the Best Superheroes (Leverage)
Theme Prompt: #132 - Superpowers
Title: Sometimes Bad Guys Make the Best Superheroes
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for suggestive comments
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 572
Summary: It's date night, but Eliot isn't too thrilled with Alec's choice.
"Let's go, Hardison, or we're going to be late to the movie you talked us into seeing!" Eliot yelled, not sure why he was bothering to worry about it. This wasn't his idea of a date, but the three of them took turns choosing where to go, and tonight was Alec's choice.
Hardison strolled out of the bedroom and spun around with his arms out, showing off the red and white winged costume he had donned for the flick. "Great, right?"
"What are you supposed to be?!" Eliot demanded.
"The Falcon, of course," Alec answered. "Pretty awesome, right?"
"No way," Eliot growled, pointing at the superhero-costumed hacker and addressing his words to Parker. "I'm not going out with him dressed like that."
"You know what you need," Hardison told him, "You need to relax and have fun once in a while."
"I have fun," he insisted. "I have plenty of fun."
"I'm not talking about sexy-times fun; I mean real fun."
"Speaking of that," Eliot began, and by the look on his face, he was about to threaten to withhold.
"You know, when you think about it, we're all superheroes," Parker abruptly said.
They both looked at her quizzically.
"We've all got superpowers. Hardison makes magic on his computers, Eliot has the strength to take out a dozen armed baddies, I can fly through the air, and Sophie can make people believe she's someone else. Nate, well, he's got that scary power of brainwashing, like when he got Hardison to play Scheherazade."
"Nate's Mastermind, of course," Alec added, and the others looked at him blandly.
"Who's Mastermind?" Eliot asked.
Alec shook his head at their cluelessness. "Parker has a point; you're already a superhero. Embrace your authentic self, baby!"
Eliot groaned. "You two are weird. How did I get mixed up with you two?!"
Parker reached over and kissed him on the cheek. "Because you love us. Now, let's go because I hate missing the beginning of a movie." She grabbed their hands and started pulling them towards the door.
"Actually, it's Nate's fault," Eliot grumbled, but he was fighting a grin.
"Too bad you didn't suggest this before, Parker. Instead of going as Falcon, I could have made my own, with maybe a big H on the front, inside a keyboard," Alec said, gesturing to his chest. "We could all have our personas. Hey, there is a convention coming up…."
"We'd both be H," Eliot pointed out, instantly regretting providing any encouragement.
"We'll put yours inside a giant fist," Hardison suggested with a smirk. "Parker could have a T inside of a safe."
"P," she said.
"What?"
"I want a P. For Parker."
"No, babe, that's defeating the purpose of the secret identity. Your symbol needs to reflect your superpower, not who you are in the mundane world."
"I don't have to wear glasses, do I? I hate wearing glasses."
"Glasses, huh?" Eliot tried to make sense of the non sequitur.
"Like Clark Kent," she explained.
"I don't believe I'm participating in this conversation," Eliot muttered. "We are not making superhero costumes, and we are definitely not going to any nerd conventions dressed like that."
"See?" Alec told Parker, shaking his head. "No fun."
"We'll see if you're saying that later tonight," Eliot told him, pushing them out of the door and vowing this was the last time he was coerced into going to an MCU movie with Hardison.
Title: Sometimes Bad Guys Make the Best Superheroes
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for suggestive comments
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 572
Summary: It's date night, but Eliot isn't too thrilled with Alec's choice.
"Let's go, Hardison, or we're going to be late to the movie you talked us into seeing!" Eliot yelled, not sure why he was bothering to worry about it. This wasn't his idea of a date, but the three of them took turns choosing where to go, and tonight was Alec's choice.
Hardison strolled out of the bedroom and spun around with his arms out, showing off the red and white winged costume he had donned for the flick. "Great, right?"
"What are you supposed to be?!" Eliot demanded.
"The Falcon, of course," Alec answered. "Pretty awesome, right?"
"No way," Eliot growled, pointing at the superhero-costumed hacker and addressing his words to Parker. "I'm not going out with him dressed like that."
"You know what you need," Hardison told him, "You need to relax and have fun once in a while."
"I have fun," he insisted. "I have plenty of fun."
"I'm not talking about sexy-times fun; I mean real fun."
"Speaking of that," Eliot began, and by the look on his face, he was about to threaten to withhold.
"You know, when you think about it, we're all superheroes," Parker abruptly said.
They both looked at her quizzically.
"We've all got superpowers. Hardison makes magic on his computers, Eliot has the strength to take out a dozen armed baddies, I can fly through the air, and Sophie can make people believe she's someone else. Nate, well, he's got that scary power of brainwashing, like when he got Hardison to play Scheherazade."
"Nate's Mastermind, of course," Alec added, and the others looked at him blandly.
"Who's Mastermind?" Eliot asked.
Alec shook his head at their cluelessness. "Parker has a point; you're already a superhero. Embrace your authentic self, baby!"
Eliot groaned. "You two are weird. How did I get mixed up with you two?!"
Parker reached over and kissed him on the cheek. "Because you love us. Now, let's go because I hate missing the beginning of a movie." She grabbed their hands and started pulling them towards the door.
"Actually, it's Nate's fault," Eliot grumbled, but he was fighting a grin.
"Too bad you didn't suggest this before, Parker. Instead of going as Falcon, I could have made my own, with maybe a big H on the front, inside a keyboard," Alec said, gesturing to his chest. "We could all have our personas. Hey, there is a convention coming up…."
"We'd both be H," Eliot pointed out, instantly regretting providing any encouragement.
"We'll put yours inside a giant fist," Hardison suggested with a smirk. "Parker could have a T inside of a safe."
"P," she said.
"What?"
"I want a P. For Parker."
"No, babe, that's defeating the purpose of the secret identity. Your symbol needs to reflect your superpower, not who you are in the mundane world."
"I don't have to wear glasses, do I? I hate wearing glasses."
"Glasses, huh?" Eliot tried to make sense of the non sequitur.
"Like Clark Kent," she explained.
"I don't believe I'm participating in this conversation," Eliot muttered. "We are not making superhero costumes, and we are definitely not going to any nerd conventions dressed like that."
"See?" Alec told Parker, shaking his head. "No fun."
"We'll see if you're saying that later tonight," Eliot told him, pushing them out of the door and vowing this was the last time he was coerced into going to an MCU movie with Hardison.
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