[Wally keeps checking the phone time as he waits for Robin, heels banging against the edge of the three-story building.
9:47
9:48
9:48
9:50
He's had a few days to think about it, a few days that were spent working whenever he was awake, looking for odd jobs or fighting crime or at Starktech, trying to figure out how to get the continuum into testing without Tony knowing. He mowed six lawns on Monday and made a hundred dollars for it. He has to do that slow too, otherwise it comes out looking weird and then he has to do it all over again. His experiment logs were misfiled three days in a row and he had to redo each of them by hand and get his supervisor to sign off of them. He tried to figure out how to tie a hammock and finally gave up and bought the cheapest mattress he could from IKEA with the lawn mowing money he'd just earned, then carried it all the way home and thanked the Swedes for knowing how to compress an entire mattress into something the size of a sleeping bag roll.
But none of those tasks required a whole lot of brain power. And it left Wally with plenty of time to think.
And every time he thought it circled back around to the conclusion that even if he never figured out how to say it in a way that wouldn't worry the others, he'd still have to tell them.
So late that evening, he texts Robin and heads over to their usual 'this is my city' hangout spot, where they go to meet up and scout for purse snatchers or drug dealers or anything else to take out. And he bangs his heels against the side of the building and he checks his phone over and over, neurotic and wondering if he's speeding up or if his dread is digging its heels into the ground to slow the entire world down.
ROBIN
9:47
9:48
9:48
9:50
He's had a few days to think about it, a few days that were spent working whenever he was awake, looking for odd jobs or fighting crime or at Starktech, trying to figure out how to get the continuum into testing without Tony knowing. He mowed six lawns on Monday and made a hundred dollars for it. He has to do that slow too, otherwise it comes out looking weird and then he has to do it all over again. His experiment logs were misfiled three days in a row and he had to redo each of them by hand and get his supervisor to sign off of them. He tried to figure out how to tie a hammock and finally gave up and bought the cheapest mattress he could from IKEA with the lawn mowing money he'd just earned, then carried it all the way home and thanked the Swedes for knowing how to compress an entire mattress into something the size of a sleeping bag roll.
But none of those tasks required a whole lot of brain power. And it left Wally with plenty of time to think.
And every time he thought it circled back around to the conclusion that even if he never figured out how to say it in a way that wouldn't worry the others, he'd still have to tell them.
So late that evening, he texts Robin and heads over to their usual 'this is my city' hangout spot, where they go to meet up and scout for purse snatchers or drug dealers or anything else to take out. And he bangs his heels against the side of the building and he checks his phone over and over, neurotic and wondering if he's speeding up or if his dread is digging its heels into the ground to slow the entire world down.
9:50
9:51
9:51]