It was hell. For five hours straight they killed their way through the Super Mutants' trenches and they still kept coming.
Anastasia was running out of stimpacks, and Charon was running out of ammo. They decided to retreat and regroup at Lincoln Memorial, where the rest of their stuff was stashed in the old slaver's room.
On the way back, she popped some Rad-X and jumped into the reflecting pool.
"To get some of the mutant guts off."
He watched her, and said nothing, but waded silently behind her. That is, until she tripped on the goop covering the floor of the reflecting pool and fell into him.
She laughed for several minutes about it and teased him for catching her as they headed to the memorial.
"You were expecting it, weren't you?"
"…always do."
They ate, and restocked. While Charon was patching his armor, he noticed the guy from the night before talking to Anastasia animatedly, and growled. The guy was not good enough to be with her. He had no idea who she was. When the guy came along that was right for her, Charon promised himself he'd make sure everything went…smoothly. It meant nothing, he knew. They were just talking. Not that he really cared.
They cleared out several of the Mutie tunnels and secured several of their gunning spots. Anastasia had since traded her laser pistol for a minigun and was cutting her way through hordes. Charon was covering her ass. Finally, hours later as the sun set, no more Mutants remained.
Anastasia and Charon exhaustedly trudged toward the Lincoln Memorial, exhausted.
"That was awesome."
"Awesome? You're asking to get killed." Charon replied.
"Admit it, you loved it. I see it in your eyes."
"Whatever."
"We're skipping the museums."
"What?"
"I want to start our siege on the capital building."
"…"
"You up for it?"
"Yes."
"Good." she laughed.