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2Paint2Ball, Friday - 4th Period

Well, in contrast to the first summer session, this one had Tony and a very excited dog that was Steve. Because that was normal for here. Perfectly normal.

"Welcome, welcome," Tony said. "Welcome back, some of you. As you can see, only one of us is... normal-ish. But the first class of the session will continue on anyway!"

God help you all of dog!Steve got a paintball gun working, though.

"We'll start out simple with just the normal course to provide cover as you play. And feel free to grab a jumpsuit to protect your clothes, okay?"

It'll be fun. Or embarrassing.

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There were paintball guns and jumpsuits. But you could also use the time to plot. Maybe.

Stark had already ended up covered in glittery pink jello lava today. He didn't really want to end up covered in paint as well so he was getting in to his jumpsuit and hoping for the best.

Yes, there was somehow still glitter stuck to him from earlier but he was less distracted by that than by his sparkly, freshly-painted nails.

Considering how things had gone that morning before Stark left for his Lava class, Summer was coming over to check on how he was doing, but she got...

...sidetracked.

"Are you sparkling right now?" she asked, holding up a hand to shade her eyes just in case it wasn't just a trick of the light or whatever.

"The lava this morning was glittery," Stark said. "I think I missed some."

Or a lot of it.

"It was very pink. You would have liked it."

"I think you missed more than some," Summer noted, looking Stark over a little. "But, hey. On the bright side, at least maybe this way, the glitter will just blind everyone trying to aim at you, and it'll work to your advantage."

"Sort of...anti-camouflage?" Stark said. "Standing out so much they still can't see me? I'll try to shower it all off, later."

Unless someone wanted to help with that.

"How are you?" he asked in a quieter voice. "All right?"

"No fair," said Summer, with a faint grin. "I was coming over to ask you that, but you beat me to it."

The glitter was distracting!

And he clearly did a bad job of trying to get it off in the first place, and was going to need all the help he could get for round two. Sigh. She just had to do everything around here, didn't she?

Sometimes an alien just needed a little help from his very best friend, okay?

"I think I am?" Stark said. "Not really sure. It's...familiar. We might need, I might need to go looking, later."

"It does feel familiar, doesn't it?" Summer realized with a frown. "Like, not in a weird de ja vu way, but in a this is building up to something we've done before way..."

"It feels like two years ago," Stark said. "When we had...visitors." When things were very different for the both of them.

"Do you feel like you need to go and look in the woods? I...think I have to."

Summer squinted a little, as she tried to place what might have happened two years ago 2021. The Big Birthday...Damn, they really were, weren't they? But of course, now all she could think of was that night...or what she could still remember of it, anyway.

"I do feel that," she admitted. "Like I need to go find something, which, might I add, can never be a good thing."

Would she still do it anyway?

Pfft. Obvi.

Summer's birthday had been a wonderful night. One Stark would always remember fondly no matter what had happened since.

"Do you want to go with me? Or I could go with you? Once we're done here?"

Summer had to snort a little. "What's the difference," she wondered, "that would make it me going with you versus you going with me?"

"I don't really know," Stark admitted. "But one way sounds like you're more in charge?"

"...I do like being in charge," Summer agreed, shocking no one. And here she was going to suggest that clearly they solve it by going together, but now with that on the table...

"Okay," she decided. "You can come with me, Stark. After this. Unless..."

She lifted a brow.

"Should we clean up first, before we go?"

"You're in charge," Stark told her, with a faint grin. "But we might have to trek through the woods. It might make sense to clean up after?"

"Are you sure," Summer checked, "you don't want to clean up before we go?"

In a few minutes, she was going to be shooting at people she knew and doing a pathetically mediocre job of it. She could already tell that was probably going to do a few things for her.

"We could?" Stark said uncertainly. "If you like. I...just think we need to go at some point."

Summer sighed a little, feeling like Stark was exactly picking up what she was putting down, or, at most, he did pick it up and then just fumbled it right to the ground.

"Never mind," she said. "We'll just go after this."

Covered in paint and glitter and unfulfilled in the humidity, it was fine.

Stark thought he was picking up on it but he was very distracted by the insistent feeling that he needed to go into the woods and find... something.

"Then we'll do whatever you like," Stark said. "Wherever you like?"

Maybe in a shower. There was going to be so much to clean up and it was so warm and humid.

"No," said Summer, sighing again, "it's fine. I lost it now. We'll go find this stupid thing we're supposed to find first, and then maybe I can even get some decent sleep not filled with dreams about my dead bro--ohmygod."

Guess who just remembered what this thing was.

"I think I just remembered what this thing is. Goddammi, Morty!"

Because of course it was his fault.

"It isn't their fault," Stark said. "It's the island being the island. But it would be nice, sleeping well. I haven't been the last few days."

Or much of last week, really.

"I'm sorry, I just... if I don't go it's not going to leave me alone and I won't be able to think of anything else. Not even things I'd very much like to think of."

Well at least paintballs were safe-ish? It wasn't like his trouble was going to activate and just draw every single paintball to him.

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