stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
[She hadn't been to Wonder City in years. Not since she wore black and purple and ears and went around using another moniker, and she and Eddie's biggest concern was an omnipresent being and not if they could make it. She could barely remember the layout, but the muck? Oh she remembered the muck. Once Stephanie and Eddie had gotten the area secure, she returned to that safe house with kevlar grimy and blonde hair stuck to her face with mud and sweat. A rag wiped off the mud from her face, and she stripped out of her suit once she was in the confines of the house.
While Eddie rerouted power and drained his beloved city of its resources, she sat on the floor of that dusty house with blueprints laid out, her comm in her ear, and her tablet (which was running on its last bit of battery) open to a list of contacts. It was hard with the power off to coordinate with the hospitals and EMT dispatchers, but she was trying her damnedest to set up zones and clinics with enough supplies to keep Gothamites with whatever they needed. And while the rest of them cleaned up streets and beat people bloody, Steph found it kind of soothing. In the grand scheme of things, the last couple of days could be seen as a total, inarguable disaster. But, she could find the positives. It reaffirmed her desire to want to go into medicine, to help people. And, she found her husband again, and they were going to fix this. Not just their city. Themselves, too.
When he came in, she sat on the floor in one of his button up shirts, kept open because no fucks given, a bra and a pair of shorts. Just a second out of the suit felt like refuge. She knew she would have to put it back on in a moment, but that would come later. She smiled when he stepped in, and she took the rag from where she tossed it and stood up to wipe his face clean.] I say at least four.