Sorry there isn't fighting in this one; just couldn't be helped lol but there's some fun fluffs for Hotstreak C: Between Gen Rex and Static, those are the two stories I'm dividing my creativity and time to at the moment C:

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Hotstreak woke up at sunrise, surprisingly enough, but he figured his choice of bedding was probably the result of that. Back muscles stiff and pained, Hotstreak was surprised to see Static sitting up, cross-legged next to him.

Stretching in a long yawn, Hotstreak ventured to ask, "How you feel?"

Static was letting his head rest in one hand, dark circles under his eyes as he mumbled, "Like I've been hit with a truck, and then hit with the guy driving the truck."

Hotstreak snorted as he gave a feeble attempt to work out the kinks in his back, "In other words; fantastic."

Static sighed, "Yup, everything's just hunky dory." Shrugging carefully out of his coat, he commented, "Damn, it's still sunrise and it's already too hot."

Hotstreak couldn't hide a weathered grin, "Yeah, I'm not feelin' it."

Heaving another sigh, Static fell back on his coat and used it as a pillow, "Show off..."

Hotstreak still grinned, but seriousness crept into his brain as he realized that after Static had worn his body down so badly, he was in no shape for a trek in the desert. While he couldn't feel the effect of the heat and sun, he knew Static would be feeling it. He'd be feeling it a lot and if he wasn't careful, the other teen could end up much worse off than he was.

Hotstreak rocked forward and used his momentum to climb to his feet. His legs felt wobbly, but he would have to tough it up to get Static out of the rising heat. Once the sun was up, he'd get stronger, but Static would also get even more dehydrated, so either way one of them was going to lose.

Static accepted Hotstreak's extended hand and had to be drug to his feet. Pulling the hero's arm over his shoulders, Hotstreak kept him upright as Static struggled beside him. It was bright out before Hotstreak could even see the town through the strong heat waves. Virgil was almost unconscious again, his legs giving out on him every now and again as he fought his body to keep moving.

Static was barely aware of what was happening, but through sheer willpower kept himself moving his feet one after the other. His head felt like it was splitting open and the heat was only adding to his nausea. Eventually he really did pass out, unsure as his head spun how far away they were from getting out of the heat.

Waking up, Virgil groaned are reached for his head, realizing the ice was what was making him cold. His body still hurt, and the nausea and dizziness were still present, but he consoled himself that at least it wasn't hot anymore. Keeping his eyes shut from the intensity of the light, Virgil was surprised to hear Hotstreak sigh in relief.

"Holy shit, I thought you were dead." Hotstreak put a hand on his shoulder and said, panic lacing his voice, "After all the shit we caused, I couldn't get you to the hospital even though I'm pretty sure you really, really need it."

Virgil felt Hotstreak's arm on his back as he forced him to sit up. Virgil shuddered and opened his eyes as Hotstreak offered him a glass of water. Static reached for it, annoyed at how weak he felt, and ignoring his pounding head, downed all of it at once. Dropping his head in his hand, Static groaned, "Hurts..."

Hotstreak gave him another glass of water and some tylenol he'd shirked from the front office and waited until he'd drained that glass as well as swallow the pills before letting him lie down again. A new emotion had been stirring in his chest, and Hotstreak couldn't identify it, but watching the other metahuman in pain made him feel sad...and...something else, he just didn't understand it. It wasn't pity or guilt, but it made it hard for him to breathe as he watched the hero squirm in pain.

Trying to hide from these feelings, Hotstreak finally let himself feel his own pain and fell to the mattress of the other bed, which compared to rocks and dirt felt like a heavenly cloud. Both hero's slept the day away, Hotstreak waking up around sunset, at which time he checked up on Static before taking a shower.

Static was still asleep when he came out, but looked leagues better than he had before. Relieved that the hero wasn't seriously hurt, Hotstreak felt like a weight was being lifted from his shoulders. He chalked it up to the fact that the Earth's gravity was no longer a hazard to his health now that he could stand upright without feeling the need to be immediately horizontal.

When Static woke up, he was expecting a headache and nausea, but was pleasantly surprised when he found his headache diminished to a small stiffness in his neck and only the expected body aches. He was once again infinitely grateful for his body's ability to heal. He didn't bother stifling a long sigh before he sat up rubbing his shoulders. Hotstreak's head jerked up at his movement, eyes wide as he took in his condition, "How do you feel?"

Static looked to the pyrokinetic with a curt smile, "In comparison to before? Well I feel like I'm not dying anymore, which is a plus."

Hotstreak found his lips forming the words before he had a chance to think through what he was saying, "That was really close." In his head he added a desperate thought, 'Don't ever, ever, ever do that again...'

Static dropped his head and felt compelled to apologize, "Sorry." After a moment of silence, Static swung his legs over the side of the bed and tested his weight on his legs. They held up, but not by much. Hotstreak jumped to his feet and gave him a serious look, "Are you really sure you should be getting up right now?"

Static brushed his concern away, "I feel awful and I'm sweaty and dusty. I'm showering. Now."

Hotstreak threw his hands up in defeat, "Sheesh, just askin'"

Just before Static passed him by, he paused and put a hand on his shoulder, eyes still on the floor, "Thanks again Hotstreak. I owe you for this."

Before Hotstreak could come up with an intelligent answer, Static was already gone and showering, leaving Hotstreak standing dumbstruck. By the time Static was back out, he was once again dressed in nothing but boxers as he fell back to the bed. His face pressed into the sheets his voice was muffled and barely recognizable, "Wuoff heui huu thhhaa ool ryyying inng rrrom effore?"

Hotstreak sat up in confusion, "What?"

Static turned his head and repeated himself, "Would you do that cool 'drying' thing from before?"

Hotstreak snorted, but stood up anyways, "What am I, the human tumble dryer?"

Static's shoulders shook before he rolled to his side and Francis realized he was laughing again. Doing what he asked, Francis tossed his clothes on Virgil's head before taking his place back on the bed. Arms behind his head, Hotstreak slyly took in Static's form. Neither of them had bothered with the lights when it had gotten dark, instead opting for the light of the moon shining through curtainless windows, which gave him soft, silvery contours of the ridges of his back.

Static either didn't notice the prying eyes or didn't care as he shook his head to shake the water out while running his hand through his dreads. Rolling his arm before replacing his shirt, Hotstreak watched his back muscles bunch as he lifted his shirt over his head, ebony skin contrasted against the white walls.

Catching himself becoming far too focused, Hotstreak rolled to his side with his back to the open room and let the hero redress in peace, content on letting his mind think of different things. But his mind was having none of it; the only thing on his mind was Static. Weather it was the way he demonstrated power, his loyalty or his smile, they just wouldn't get out of his head. Mouth curling into a snarl, Hotstreak was confused; he didn't want this attachment. He didn't need it.

Painfully aware of the other so close to him in the room, weather it be his breathing or movement as he shifted positions, Hotstreak was so aware of his presence it was like a chill running down his spine that made his neck tingle. Curling his arms tight over his middle, Hotstreak squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore it, but it seemed that he was failing at that more and more recently. Heart heavy and emotionally exhausted, it wasn't long before Hotstreak fell back asleep with only a couple of hours left until morning.

The next day they both woke up at relatively the same time, which was a little after noon. It was a mutual agreement that they should get out of the small town to find a decent computerto check the flash drive on, not to mention they were a little too close for comfort to the base they'd just raided.

Hotstreak tossed Static the flash drive and asked nonchalantly, "Can you use your powers?"

Static let the electricity he could store inside of him scatter around his fingertips, "Yeah, but I think I should take it easy for a little while and if I can't get airborne we're going to have to take the bus..."

Hotstreak crossed his arms, "I'm assuming that little trail off means you got no money left." Static's mouth tightened in a straight line in confirmation.

A snicker escaped Hotstreaks lips and he smirked, "Seriously? Why'd you bother bringing me along at all if not to steal shit? It's not like I'm good company."

Static only seemed a little disgruntled with him as he trailed behind Hotstreak as he mulled around outside a building about a block from their hotel. Static folded his arms in front of his chest and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Findin' one I like, sheesh." Eyes scanning the lot Hotstreak made a tsk noise and muttered, "Stupid hick town with stupid hick cars..."

Rolling his eyes Static gestured to the cars, "Does it matter what it looks like? This is still wrong."

Hotstreak shook his head at him in mock pity, "Where's you manly pride? I wouldn't be caught dead in that!" Hotstreak pointed at a dust blue minivan with vehemence.

Static tried not to laugh as he threw his hands up, "Whatever, just hurry it up."

Hotstreak couldn't hold back a sneer, "Why? Afraid we'll get caught?"

Static gave him a flat stare, "No hothead, It's frikin' hot out here! Whatever you pick better have some damn air conditioning!"

Finally Hotstreak stopped in front of a semi sporty car of a model Static wouldn't have been able to name and the pyro sighed, "Guess this is gonna have to do."

Glancing at Static he gestured to the car, "Would you like to do the honors?"

Static frowned and placed his hand on the metal door and the locks clicked up from the inside. Walking around the car to the passengers side Hotstreak called out, "Woah woah woah, where do you think you're going?"

Static gave him a pointed look and swung the car door open before dropping inside and closing it after him. Hotstreak shook his head and climbed in after him, "Do I need to hotwire it or can you turn it on with your powers?"

Static shrugged, "I probably could, but do you want me to risk frying the only brain this car's got?"

"Good point." Hotstreak leaned down and pulled a part of the plastic console off and fiddled with some wires before he heard the rumble of the engine start. He smiled, "There she goes."

Putting it in reverse Hotstreak screeched out of the parking space before turning out of the lot going well over thirty. Static caught himself before his head smacked into the front and snapped, "Do you mind?"

Hotstreak laughed, "Habit. I like to go fast."

"So I noticed flame-for-brain."

Before Hotstreak would have found the insult annoying, but now he almost enjoyed hearing him say it, "I missed that nickname."

"Pshh, just please try not to kill us; I'd rather not die in a traffic accident."

Hotstreak pulled onto the highway at an acceptable speed and protested, "Hey, I may have flunked my drivers test, but I'll have you know I'm a pretty good driver."

Static leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed with a genuine smile gracing his lips, "Didn't doubt it."

Hotstreak was ready to hear praise coming from him and couldn't keep his surprise out of his voice, "What-really?"

Static kept his eyes on the road and commented, "Not once did you crash the cars you'd stolen, and that's either the devil's luck or skill."

Hotstreak wasn't that ready to accept flattery and he seemed taken aback, "And ruin a perfectly good car? Nah man, those cars are a work of art. That would just be rude."

Static chuckled and cranked up the AC, "How very caring of you."

Hotstreak just scoffed, but held back a snide remark he didn't really feel like making. Not really sure he should be asking, he did it anyway, "How did you and Foley first meet?"

Hotstreak gauged his reaction from the corner of his eye and saw the hero's shoulders tighten before answering, "Ironically, defending him from you."

Hotstreak gulped and continued to keep his eyes on the road, "Uh sorry."

To his confusion, Static just shrugged, "Don't be. As far as I'm concerned you redeemed yourself for that a long time ago."

Francis shifted his hands uncomfortably on the wheel and was surprised when Static added, "Apology accepted by the way." Hotstreak couldn't stop the grin the spread across his face at the hero's approval, which for some reason, made him feel even more giddy than he felt stealing cars, but it was a pleasant, warm feeling. He decided he liked it; anything that felt that good couldn't be wrong, or so his rationale went. So until further notice, he decided that maybe acknowledging his feelings wasn't so bad.