More of a cracky thing here.
Ch. 2-I'm not wearing pants today!
"No."
"You're gonna have to."
"I am not stripping down and turning into pure electricity just to move into electronic devices!" Max grouched, eye twitching with a deep scowl. Cheeks burning in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation to begin with!
It had started as a discovery when Max was near her laptop while changing. He was moving the device out of the way when suddenly, he changed into his electrical body and was zapped inside it. Freaking out on the screen and yelling bloody murder. Luckily, Liz heard him and quickly got help from Peter to get her boyfriend out of her laptop.
After a few long, painfully slow hours of figuring out how to get him out, Max finally zapped himself out of the laptop. Relieved momentarily in being free from the confines of the laptop until he realized he was stark naked in his flesh and blood body no longer electrical.
God, was that embarrassing.
Liz didn't help at all when commenting about the nice view.
Now, a few weeks later, they were in a tight spot and needed to get the electric doors open in order to gather information and escape.
"God, I wish Sandman was here." Max muttered, glaring at the doors as the alarms blared over their heads. He glanced over at her, wincing at the sight. She was in pretty bad shape. Her bruised limbs trembled, eyeing the hallway behind them with a ball of chaotic red energy in hand. A gash on her forehead tricked blood to the side of her face and a large, three clawed scratch on her back with dried blood matting the leotard she wore.
"Well he isn't so shut up and strip!" she hissed, red eyes glaring at him.
Max glared back stubbornly.
"Electro!" she used his alias, showing how annoyed and pissed she was with him. She never liked calling him that. It felt too odd but there were times where Max seemed to only respond better when being called that. This was one of those times.
Sharp, blue eyes darkened into hers suddenly, teeth gritted.
"Fine!" he hissed, taking off his shirt.
Liz looked down the hall, checking for any enemies coming towards them. Ready to fight them off to give him time to get the door to open for them. He didn't miss the lingering glances she snuck every so often.
"Take a picture, you-No wait, forget what I said!" Max started only to back track when realizing what he said. Glaring at her when hearing a giggle. Damn it! He walked himself into that one!
Embarrassed and pissed, the reddening man changed into his electric form once free of his clothing and dashed head first into the door. Disappearing into a mass of pure electric energy and zapped away, the door cackling with electricity. Then, slowly, it started to open, the doors struggling to push away as jolts of electricity flew up. The rapid sound of footsteps in the distance could be heard as the red haired heroine edged her way closer to the doors.
"Max." she said, seeing the small gap that she could barely squeeze through.
A cackle of disgruntle came from the doors.
"Max, hurry!"
She clutched the chip in her other hand as she sent out a fire of energy down the hallway when seeing the enemy approaching. Shots fired at her and she ducked, the bullets missing her by a few inches. If she were at her full power and strength, this wouldn't be a problem. But after her fight with that crazy soldier mutant chick, her energy was depleted greatly.
The doors jerked, widening suddenly and groaned in protest. Firestar did not waste any time going through them before they slammed shut behind her. Aggravated shoutings and bangs heard on the other side of the doors. An yellow form jumped out, made of pure light and electricity. It knelt down on the floor, shaking all over as the energy edged away to reveal flesh underneath before dissipating all together from the gasping man.
"Never…hah…never make me do th-that…again…" he panted, sweat rolling down his pale face.
She knelt down beside him, hand on his back and rubbing it soothingly. "Sorry Max. I'm sorry." she whispered, reaching up to run her hand through his frizzed hair.
"No you're not." he grumbled, managing to catch his breath. He still looked pale and dazed from the experience, struggling to stand up from his position. "Have to…get away now…ugh…." Liz caught him before he could fall back down, struggling to hold him up.
"Easy, easy." she said, slinging his arm over her shoulders and wrapped the other around his waist. "Come one. Let's go." she urged him to walk, stumbling several times to hold his weight. Max dizzily groaned, walking on wobbly legs as they put distance between themselves and the damaged door.
Turning into another hallway, close to the exit, Max slowly came out of his daze and stopped, nearly making both of them fall straight to the floor from the action.
"Max! Wha-?" Liz started, annoyed by the sudden stop. They needed to get out of here!
"Please tell me you brought my clothes with you." Max said, refusing to look at her.
Silence.
"….you didn't, did you?"
Even more silence.
"God damn it!"