"I'm no' 'ooing 'is," I yell from behind the shower stall.

"Come on! Will be fun!" Heavy is already dressed and waiting for me. The 's' on his Superman costume is a little stretched out but otherwise it accentuates all of his good points.

My costume, on the other hand, is less than appealing. My boxers are longer than the shorts and there is so much skin revealed. I don't know how he thought that this would be a good idea. I take off my boxers and zip up the one-piece Wonder Woman costume. The boots have heels but I pull them on anyway. The last piece is the wig which itches like crazy when finally on. I wouldn't recognize myself in the small shaving mirror if it weren't for the scars and eyes.

"Come out and let me see you!" I flinch at the sound of his voice but I slowly slink out of the stall anyway. His eyes look me up and down appreciatively. I can feel my face grow hot and I quickly duck back into the stall to hide.

"Why did you go away? You look good," he follows me into the stall and watches as I struggle to get the boots back off.

"I'm no' going," I yank one boot off and run a trembling hand down the now exposed scar on the pale flesh. The other boot is off a moment later.

"Leetle Fireman looks good in costume. I do not understand why you are so upset," he pulls me from the stall to the bench to sit down.

I can't breathe; the bodice is too tight, so I quickly stand back up.

"Peop'e wi' see," I gesture to the scars that cover my body.

"We all have scars," he pulls me into him for a hug. "Yours are not as bad as you think,"

"I would be more comfor'able a' da Human 'Orch. A' 'east 'en I' get oo p'ay wi' fire,"

A knock rings through the bathroom.

"Are you two bleedin' ready yet? I want to get this train wreck on the road!" the sniper yells from behind the door. He starts to open the door so I hop on the bench behind Heavy to hide. "What the hell is takin' the two of you so fucking long?"

From the crack between Heavy's arm and side I can see glimpses of the sniper dressed as Mr. Fantastic. The blue looks really out of place.

"Are those Pyro's fingers I see there?" I quickly take my hand from Heavy's shoulder. "Come on now, we all look ridiculous, come out,"

I'm trying to make myself as small as possible. All I accomplish is losing my balance. I hit the floor with a thud. I'm trying to scramble to my feet, trying to flee, but my body won't work with me. Heavy pulls me to my feet.

"Wow, mate," Sniper's jaw is on the floor. I feel my whole body blush.

"He looks good, da?" there's a smile a mile wide on Heavy's face.

Sniper is speechless. I run back to the shower stall. When I return I'm wearing my suit mask and a red cape. This is all they're getting. Sniper's blushing but Heavy's smiling.

"We tried, is what matters," he stands and takes my hand. "Come, leetle baby Sniper, is time for baby Scout birthday party!"

We're all assembled in the Rec room. On the table sits a giant cake that reads in the soldier's childish handwriting, "Hapy Birth Day Scoot!" We sing and then the cake is cut and served. We certainly are a strange sight.

I'm concerned that Engie, dressed as Thor, is going to tear Soldier's head off if he keeps throwing his Captain America shield at the shorter man. The Scout, true to his Flash costume, runs from one mercenary to the next just to ask if they bought him anything. The most curious thing in the room is the hovering plate of cake. When questioned, the spy's disembodied voice answers that he's the Invisible Woman.

"What are you supposed ta be, Mumbles?" the Scout's pulling my cape.

"He's Wonder Woman," the Sniper speaks up, "And he's a damn good one,"

I nod.

"I've seen better, way better, why didn't you guys get a stripper?" I sigh in relief as Scout leaves my side just before he's replaced by Demo, dressed as the Black Panther.

"Don't ye let tha boy get ye down, son, I think yer the prettiest lassie in the room," the Demo slurs at me before collapsing into my arms with a hearty drunken laugh.

I laugh to myself. I guess that's good to know.