Alrightly, so it's my first story in this fandom. It's Spifire, so yeah... Comments and favs and stuff would be nice.
At first he hadn't liked her. She was cold, cruel, sarcastic, and mean- a replacement. He didn't know her and he didn't trust her.
But things had changed since that first day, that first mission. Days seemed strech on forever, between school, hero work and trying to keep up a social life. But time itself seemed to be moving so quickly. How long had it been since they had met? A few days or months, missions nearly every week, countless days of training, too many fights, and too few moments of actually liking each other thrown in. Lately though it had been more getting along, and that confused the poor young speedster. It made him re-evaluate their relationship. They were friends, who got along, but also fought… and then got along again.
Not that he wanted the fighting to stop, because that was part of who they were. They teased each other, called them out on their mistakes or when they were being idiotic. They poked and whacked each other, glared and rolled their eyes. But at the end of the day, they would share a smile or help fix a wound, or retrieve arrows together.
The others didn't seem to get it. They didn't understand just how simply complex it was. The rest of the team would chalk it up to sexual tension and be done with it. But they were so much more than that.
Sure they fought and argued. But they were more than their petty day-to-day disagreements. They were helping each other up when one had fallen. They were huddling under blankets while watching sci-fi and ninja movies on Friday nights. They were sharing a glance that meant they knew what the other was thinking. They were fighting the whole day, storming off in a fit, and mutually ignoring it had ever happened the next day. They were jealous when they flirted with others. They were sharing snacks during stake out. Spewing out complex scientific babbling that even Robin had a hard time following, laughing at bad pick up lines and arguments. Sometimes they just were. They sometimes just sat at the top of the mountain, or on the beach, or in then library and quietly sit there not talking or fighting.
Wally didn't want to admit it, because of a huge amount of teenage pride and thick headedness, and even though it was so terribly apparent, but he liked her. Sometimes he would start arguments just to get her attention, an only slightly more grown-up version of hair pulling. He even liked the strings that came along with liking her. The bad lies, sassy comments, and overprotective fake uncles.
What he really hoped was that she didn't mind. Because she was a spitfire, and some of those arrows were sharp. So he would keep these terrifying thoughts to himself, and hope to whatever greater being was watching over him that Megan would not read his thoughts. He really wasn't supposed to be thinking in his way. It was so hard sometimes though, and sometimes he slipped up. Called her beautiful. The thing was though, he meant it.