I do not own the Storm Hawks.
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Breakfast on the Condor was quite enjoyable that morning, due to the fact that Piper was cooking. She seemed to take absolute joy in the little chores she used to hate. "Chocolate chip pancakes are done!" she called cheerily, bringing an entire heap over to the table.
Junko, Stork, Finn, and Radarr all leapt at it, grabbing their shares. Piper looked a bit disappointed. "Don't you want any, Aerrow?" she asked.
Aerrow blushed. "I was waiting for you to grab yours," he replied. "I thought you might be hungry."
Piper's smile returned full force, causing him to smile, too, and blush more deeply. "You take yours first," she insisted.
He tentatively shifted two onto his plate. "These look amazing, Piper!" he gushed.
Piper beamed.
Master Cyclonis was by the fire, trying to put together a makeshift breakfast, when Dark Ace finally got up. Judging by the smells, she was making toast and bacon. He lumbered into the sunlight.
"Here." Cyclonis offered him the food she had been preparing. "I'll have the second batch."
"Thanks, sweetheart," he said, kissing her cheek, "but you eat it. I'll make my own. I think you're hungrier than me."
She just stood there, blushing. "I thought we got over this last night," he grumbled. "We're beating the Storm Hawks, any way possible. I've fought and defeated more Sky Knights than any other warrior in the history of the Atmos. You've destroyed and enslaved more Terras than any other Master Cyclonis. We can survive something silly like love."
"I'm not sure if it works that way," she said softly. "I don't think it can be forced. And even if it did start to work, I know I'd question every second of the way, Is this real? Or is this just for some personal vendetta against the Storm Hawks?"
"Well, if you think about it, it wouldn't have been long before you started dating back on Cyclonia." She gave him a look. "How old are you? Fourteen?"
"Sixteen," she growled.
"And you've never kissed a guy before?"
"How can you tell? Wait, I don't really want to know. You're not helping! Urg, this is awkward. You're what, thirty?" she burst out.
Dark Ace looked hurt. "I'm twenty-four," he replied.
She picked at her food for a minute while his finished cooking, then they ate together in silence.
"It could be worse," he finally said. "At least you're not some Sky Knight. If I were told to date a Storm Hawk, I think I would kill my self."
"At least you're hot."
Silence.
"Oh, God, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
The Dark Ace began to laugh. "This is going to be easier than I thought."
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Short, I know…oh well. Review!
