“Maybe some other time. I just painted my nails yesterday.” She lifts up her hands and shows off her bubblegum pink nails with white designs. The purple is beautiful but she’s hate to waste what she’s already used.
“What are you doing today? Besides avoiding giving the cops a statement and being dragged to the pet store, of course.”
"Nothing, really," he said, walking over to the door and opening it. "I was just planning on watching TV the whole day. Why do you ask?"
“Well, the animal shelter that I volunteer at is hosting an adoption fair this afternoon and we could use a few more people to help set up,” She explains as she exits the apartment.
He followed after her and shut the door, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "You and your volunteer work. Do you ever sit still?"
She scoffs at his question. “You and I both know that I’d go crazy if I stayed cooped up in my apartment all day. Besides, I love volunteering.” Being around animals for several hours makes her happy do why change it?
"You are such a busybody," he said, rolling his eyes as they walked towards the elevators. "But fine, I'll do it."
“You love me and you wouldn’t change a thing about me,” Charlie flashes him a perfectly innocent smile as she teases him. “Great, I’ll call John and let him know that you agreed.”
He scrunched up his nose as he pressed the down button. "Okay, yeah."
Around 3 hours later, he walked back into his apartment, walking right past the room he had destroyed earlier that day. He didn't even bother closing his front door, heading straight for his bedroom. He knelt next to his bed and pulled out a suitcase. In the suitcase was a blue tuxedo, black dress shoes, and a purple wig. A small smile twisted his lips as he began changing.
A lot can happen in four hours. She did two hours of volunteering at the fair (seven dogs and three cats got adopted because of her!), an hour of mandatory therapy, and then a half hour of painting. At the moment, she’s laying on her stomach on her living room floor, a assume sheet of thick paper rolled out in front of her. It covers almost her entire living room. To the side lay jugs of water, brushes, and paint. Still thrilled by the success of the adoption fair, she’s decided to paint portraits for all of the animals that got new homes. The paintings can go on the wall at the shelter. It’ll be a nice moral booster.
"Gooooooood evening, fine citizens!" Indigo shouted, landing in the middle of a busy street and beaming at the terrified audience he had. "It is everyone's favorite purple menace to society, Indigo! How's everyone doing tonight?"
The startled noises and the frantic sounds of footsteps only made his smile grow as the people ran away from him.
Charlie hums along quietly to the song blasting from her radio. It’s easier for her to concentrate with background noise. Slowly but surely, the features of the adopted pets begin to come out on the paper. So far so good. She occasionally glances at the pictures on her phone to ensure that she’s getting every detail right. If she’s going to do this then she’s going to do it properly. It’ll take time but it’ll be worth it in the end.
He slowly paces, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked back and forth for almost 15 minutes. At that point, the news crew had gotten word of Indigo's public appearance and sent out preliminary reports as their mobile crew scrambled to get to the scene.
The sound of alerts on her phone going off a million times per minute is what eventually drags her away form her work. She hops to her feet and checks her newsfeed while washing her hands. Indigo is causing trouble again? She sighs. When is he going to give it a rest? Flopping down on the nearest chair, she checks to see if there’s any live feed yet.
There indeed was. The purple-haired individual was staring up as the sky as the hero Whirlwind headed down to take his shot at the villain. A quick zoom-in on Indigo showed he was pointing at the hero, the nail on his index finger painted a very familiar purple.
Studying the live feed, she takes everything in. A battle between Whirlwind and Indigo will be disastrous. She’s so focused on thinking about the damage that she almost misses the zoom-in. Her phone chatters to the ground as she takes a second to process this. The second that it clicks in her mind, she dives for her phone and pauses the video, zooming in on the villain’s hand. There’s no fucking way……..
"Oh, boy," Indigo said, rubbing his hands together. "This will b-"
The hero wasted no time with theatrics, interrupting the sentence by throwing the villain into the air with a huge gust of wind.
Charlie, honestly not sure what to do with this information, immediately begins a series a frantic phone calls to Winston. If he picks up then she knows that she’s being stupid. With her phone presses to her ear, she pulls up the live feed on her computer so she can continue to monitor the situation.
The phone rung on endlessly as the epic battle between the two superpowered individual raged on.
"Hey, this is Winston," his voicemail spoke into her ear. "I can't get to the phone right now, so leave me a voicemail and I'll get back to you. Thanks."
“Winston, answer your fucking phone or get your ass over to my apartment! Now!” Charlie is quite frankly about to loose her mind. There’s just no way that the man that she thought she knew everything about is a major super villain. Right? But there’s no denying that the purple on the man’s nails is the same shade that she put on her best friend’s nails not even four hours ago.
The fight destroyed the whole block in a time span of thirty minutes. But, at the end of it, Indigo stood over the prone body of Whirlwind, his right foot pinning the hero's head to the concrete.
"It was a good attempt," the villain said straight to the camera. "But, alas, another failure. Does this silly town have anyone able to test me?"
Charlie leaves well over a dozen messages, each one more rage fueled than the last. It takes a lot to get her this worked up so Winston is truly in for a bad time the next time she sees him.
It takes all of her self control, not that she has a lot, not to get in her car, drive to the scene of the fight, and chew him out. She’s going to feel horrible if it turns out she’s wrong. However, the chances of her being mistaken are very slim.
"Until the next episode!" Indigo said, smiling at the camera as he took off into the air.
Winston slipped into his apartment window, wincing when he put weight on his left ankle. The fight took a lot more out of him than he liked to admit. He changed out of the costume and slipped it into the suitcase again before checking his phone. He listened to the message she had left him and was at Charlie's apartment in 5 minutes, choosing to fly over there. He rung the doorbell, a slight frown on his face as he slipped his hands into his leather jacket.
Charlie throws the door open the second she hears the doorbell ring. Even with the amount of time she’s had to think, she hasn’t figured out what she’s going to say.
Rather than using her words, yet, she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and yanks him into the apartment. She makes sure to carefully close the door, even in her fit of rage. With one hand she pulls out her phone and she grabs one of his hands with the other. A picture of Indigo’s nails lights up her screen. She glances at the picture and then his nails. This would be no big deal with the color wasn’t so hard to come by. She all but shoves the phone in his face. “What the fuck, Winston?”
He didn't show a visible reaction as he watched the video, but his mind was racing as he tried to figure out how to spin this.
"Um, well…." Winston scratched his face with his free hand, scrunching his nose up at a particularly hard punch he took to the gut. "I have no Earthly idea what you want me to say."
“You don’t know what to say?!” That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. “How about you tell me that I’m crazy and that you’re not a damn super villain? Tell me that I’m over reacting!” She certainly doesn’t want to be right but he’s not giving her much to work with. Just looking at him sends her into another fit of pure rage. She sends the next few minutes just shouting obscenities at him. Her neighbors are luckily not home so that’s one less thing to stress about. It allows her to put all of her focus on him. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Anger is etched into every crevice of her now red face. It’s a massive understatement to say that she’s pissed off. In all of her years of life she’s never been this furious and it shows.