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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 5

Episode 1: Henry's Birthday

~Henry's house~

Oh, it was going to be a glorious day. Not because the weather was nice, although it was bright and sunny outside. It wasn't something that everyone in the city was waking up early for either, rather, for most people, that Sunday was just another regular day during a regular weekend, nothing particularly interesting at all.

Except for Henry, or as he was known for today and for today only (until next year, that is), he had the title of being the birthday boy. Yep, that's right, the tall kid had finally made it to the big one-seven. That awkward age between sixteen and eighteen, when you're not quite an adult yet but you still try to push it--he had just turned seventeen. Three cheers!

This was gonna be a good birthday, he just felt it in his bones from the moment he woke up because this year, he was gonna celebrate with all of his family. And they'd been dropping him some not-so-subtle hints that his presents this time around were gonna be epic, so he really couldn't get out of bed fast enough, or scurry down the hall quick enough.

"Hey! Happy, my birthday! Happy, my birthday!" Henry exclaimed as he appeared at the top of the stairs with the pointy birthday hat on his head that had been ready since the night before. There was his mom and Piper, doing some DIY stuff that was no doubt for his party or just his birthday in general because today was Henry's day and nothing bad could happen.

"Watch out!" Or maybe it could. His mom's warning came a little too late for the boy as he trotted down the stairs, not realising that one of the wooden slats that made up one of the steps was missing. His foot went in the hole and he tripped, painfully. Ouch, he rolled to the stairwell, which wasn't very far down, thank god, but still. Not a good way to start the day.

"I think the stairs are broken." He groaned as he recovered quickly, although nothing could stop the ache in his gut after such a rough tumble. Perhaps the party hat wasn't such a good idea.

"Yeah, dad broke it while chasing a raccoon down the stairs," Piper explained, not showing much enthusiasm but then again, when did she? She'd already been roped into helping her mom with the repair, in her eyes, there wasn't much point in getting overexcited just because her dumb brother had fallen, no matter if it was his birthday.

"A raccoon?" Well, this was Henry's dad they were talking about. If anyone could lure a small, furry trash panda into the house then it would be him. The wackier, the better, usually.

"Oh, don't worry. He trapped it in the fridge." Mrs Hart added as she continued to paste heavy-duty glue onto the back of his wooden slab, the one that would replace the one that had broken on the stairs. Well, what a relief, thank god that animal wasn't prowling the house, looking for its next victim, but what a shame the stairs weren't so damn safe.

"The fridge?"

"Don't worry! We unplugged it and drilled some air holes." Mrs Hart continued as some suspicious chirping noises sounded from the kitchen. What did he think? They weren't cruel, well, maybe trapping in there wasn't a success for animal rights but at least it wouldn't die. And anyway, it's not like they could get it out--the thing was fucking vicious and grabbed at anyone who tried to get close to the fridge to let it out into the backyard.

"Drilled?!"

"Yeah, Animal Control said they'd come get it, but it's Sunday so, it might take a while. They love brunch." The woman explained as she looked at her watch. A while could be hours or fifteen minutes, there was no in-between. So, that raccoon was staying put, for now, no one would dare tackle it.

"Right... So, uh, can I open my presents?" Henry's mind soon turned to something more childish yet understandable. Presents were exciting for anyone and seeing them laid out there on the coffee table just made everything so much more real; there was a bag stuffed full of little things, probably just mini-gifts, y'know, fillers, but then there were some boxes too.

They looked like they were a bit more colourful and substantial because sometimes, the small things are the best. He wasn't a kid anymore, go one were the days when he asked for a bike or a playset, now, everything was ten times smaller yet ten times more expensive.

"Noooo! Not until your dad gets home!" Oh, there was always one to spoil the fun. Henry pouted at his mom, who merely ignored it because she was firm on this. There was some good stuff amongst those presents and she wanted her husband to be there when her son got all happy and stuff.

"Oh, come on!" One little prezzy couldn't hurt, right? Perhaps just tearing the paper corner off one so he could guess what it was.

"No, birthdays are a family celebration. We celebrate together or not at all." Mrs Hart stated firmly and Henry gave up trying. Well, when she put it like that, it sounded like he'd been conscripted or something and he'd hate to disappoint his dad, even if those presents were tempting.

"Okay, all right, fine, but where is he? When is he coming back?" Didn't mean he couldn't speed it up a bit, though. He hadn't seen his dad all morning, so he had to assume that he'd left the house for one reason or another and it was likely that it was birthday related. How exciting.

"Uh, he's picking up your cake and getting tested for rabies." Okay, one, he had a cake, that was good, he liked cake but second, rabies? Seriously? Trust his dad to contract a deadly virus on his birthday and from a damn raccoon that was now in their fridge. Well, that made things a bit more depressing.

"Hey, hey! Happy, your birthday, Henry!" And things just got better. It was Jasper and Charlotte, both of them ready to hand over their presents and celebrate the birthday of their best friend, and one was more excited than the other. Oh, Jasper..."Open my present, all right?!"

"Watch out," Henry told him as Jasper went for a chest pass, not realising that Piper was walking about the place, her nose buried in her phone as usual. The warning came too late, the box collided with her head and the girl screamed as she hit the floor with a lump on her forehead.

"Jasper!" Well, at least he didn't mean it. Everyone knew that Jasper wouldn't hurt a fly, he was too good-natured for that.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna set this down like a normal person," Charlotte said and dropped the beautifully wrapped box she'd brought onto the coffee table, that way, no one would be injured. Ooooh, the present pile was getting bigger and bigger, so Henry couldn't help but feel a flutter in his tummy at the thought of everyone buying him cool stuff.

"Hey, I'm normal. I'm just like everybody--do I smell raccoon?" Jasper's argument died on the spot when he proved that he was far from normal. Come on, how many people can say they can identify the presence of an animal just by catching a faint whiff of its musk or whatever? That was weird, especially how accurate he was.

"Mmm-hmm, you do."

"Airholes."

"In the fridge." The Harts replied, nodding casually like having an animal held hostage in their refrigerator was fine, a regular thing for them. Honestly, that was old news now and as long as it stayed in there and no one got too close, they were gonna be okay and Henry's birthday was gonna go without a hitch.

"Wait, for real? There's a raccoon in the refrigerator?" For Charlotte, however, this was new and peculiar because she'd just walked into this madhouse. There was never a dull day for the Harts but a raccoon? In the fridge? That was a bit outlandish even for them.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Yes...it's on the left side." Yeah, Jasper was a freak, but a freak with a highly sensitive sense of smell. He sounded so sure of himself and the statement was so odd that Charlotte just had to check it out for herself, so that's what she did. And whilst she went to go see if Jasper was correct about the trash panda being in a particular spot, there was a triumphant return. The man who tackled the beast was back.

"I've got the cake and I haven't got rabies!" Mr Hart announced as he came through the door, a tall cake box in his hands, which made Henry's grin grow wide. Oh, yeah, the rabies thing was great, but the cake was even better because it came from the best patisserie in town.

"Ayyyyy!"

"Congratulations.

"Oh my god, cake!

"Wow, dad, that racoon really got you good," Henry stated as his father came into the house to the joyous shouts of his family. Jeez, no wonder he needed to be checked out, his face and arms were covered in tiny scratches, which probably stung a lot worse than they looked. That raccoon didn't like him by the looks of things.

"Haha, oh, these? No, these scratches aren't from the raccoon." Or not. That was confusing, if the raccoon didn't beat up his face, then what did? A squirrel? A chipmunk? A particularly pissed-off pigeon?"

"Well, what are they from?" Piper asked the question that everyone was thinking.

"The angry mob at the Mexican cake store." Right, people did that, understandable. Some people were animals, especially when they wanted something because, y'know, humans are naturally selfish and self-preserving. They don't give a shit about anyone else if they want something for themselves, no matter what their morals, instinct comes first.

"Uno, Dos, Cakes?" Henry asked, knowing the store in question well since it was amazing. The things they did in there shouldn't have been legal because oh my god, the cakes were to die for. So damn good that everyone wanted them, hence Mr Hart's wounds--so good that people wanted to draw blood.

"Correctamundo! I had to fight a bunch of people to get the very last Diez Leches ice cream cake." Jake said proudly, looking at the box like it was his prize, and it sort of was. The caveman had returned with good meat to feed family, grunt, and judging by their mystified expressions by the number of leches he'd scored, man done good.

"Diez leches?"

"Ten leches? In one cake?" Mrs Hart and her daughter couldn't believe it because normally, you'd get three leches in a cake, that was the usual recipe, so having ten seemed like a privilege. How had their dumb father, the guy who couldn't do anything, managed it?

"That's so many leches!" Henry exclaimed, loving how it was all for his birthday. Hey, did that mean he got to have more than one slice? Of course, it did, he was the birthday boy, that was his cake, sure as hell was he gonna have second helpings of el pastel de Diez leches.

"Oh, honey, hurry up, take it out of the box!" Mrs Hart cheered excitedly and she wasn't the only one eager to see this god-tier cake. Without further ado and with his family and Jasper shaking, he slowly lifted the lifted, causing the sides to drop to reveal the symbol printed inside and the tastiest, the most beautiful cake they'd ever seen. Ten layers, ice cream between each, sprinkles, icing and cream all combined with so many different kinds of milk that they just had to slice it that very second.

"All right, all right, all right, let's stop ad-libbing excitement and eat this cake before it melts." Henry quietened their merged ramblings because the longer they expressed how much they wanted to eat it, the less delicious the cake would be. Right now, it was firm and cool but soon it would just be a room-temperature mushy mess and that's not what he wanted; eating a perfect cake sounded much better.

"I'll get the candle!" Mrs Hart exclaimed as she rushed to the kitchen, everyone following but much more slowly since they had to get the cake safely to the counter without dropping it--a disaster for sure. And in the kitchen was Charlotte, who in all the time their tummies had been grumbling, had been curiously peering through one of the drill holes to see if she could catch a glimpse of the raccoon in the fridge.

"Wait a second, there's not actually a raccoon in the refridge--arghhhh!" Oh, dear. She should've been more careful; as she turned her back to the fridge and thought it was all safe and just a big hoax, Charlotte yelped when a furry paw reached through the hole and grabbed ahold of her hair, tugging her to the metal with an iron grip and a surprising amount of strength for something so small. Well, Jasper was right, the raccoon was real. "It's got my hair!"

"Charlotte, stop teasing that raccoon!" Mrs Hart said in a playful tone. Like everyone around her, she hadn't bothered to see what was happening because the cake was too important, so to her, the screams of the girl and the rustling of her being thumped against the fridge meant that she was teasing the animal, not being hurt by it. And that was so damn frustrating for the girl because she was in severe pain, hardly likely to want to play with the feral thing.

Argh, let go, you little trash panda!" She yelled and with a fierce tug, she managed to yank her hair away from the raccoon, losing only a few strands in the process. Jeez, that had taught her a lesson--never go near a cranky raccoon trapped in a fridge. Still, at least it was cake time, that would take her mind off of her sore scalp.

"Now, come on. We're gonna sing happy birthday to Henry." And Mrs Hart was so snappy, she didn't have any choice but to comply. The candle was lit, Mr Hart had his phone ready for the video, everyone was here, who was she to stop that?

"Okay, time to sing to the birthday boy! Right after I figure which one of these little squares is my camera."

"Oh my god, give it!" Piper snapped as her fossil of father squinted at his old PearPhone. Come on, that thing was a fossil in itself, one of the oldest phones that were still supported by the Pear Company and even though he'd had it for years and the app was a very simple one, Jake had no idea how to use it. So, Piper took it upon herself to find the camera since it was much easier than waiting for him to find it in five hours. And that's when Henry's watch started to flash and beep. Typical.

"Okay, all set! Turns out it was an application called Camera." The man smiled as Henry shiftily looked from Charlotte to Jasper when his watch wouldn't shut up. God, Ray or (y/n) really picked their moments and as much as he wanted to continue with his family, he had to see what was wrong. "Action!"

"Happy birthday to--"

"Uh, sorry, hold on, hold on." He stopped them as the watch kept going, suddenly seeming louder now that no one was talking. He had no idea how he was gonna talk himself out of this one but hopefully, his friends would help because they knew that their boss only rang with emergencies, well, sometimes he rang for emergencies. This could be something important that dragged him away from his party, but his parents and sister would never believe that.

"Hold on for what?" Piper asked, her eyes flickering to the device on his wrist, which now that she thought about it, never seemed to be silent these days. Henry always said it was for work but come on, she'd been to that store, nothing much ever happened there and it was always a surprise that it stayed open with the tiny amount of customers they had. What did he do that meant he had to be there all the time?

"Uhhhh..."

"Where are you going?" Mrs Hart questioned, seeing her son slowly backing away towards the front door and away from them. Well, that was suspicious and she didn't know what to think; the cake was melting by the second and the candle was busy burning towards its end, so why did he need to leave all of a sudden?

"Uh, where am I going?... I have always wanted a surprise party, so, uh, I'm gonna go outside for a while and then, I'm gonna come back inside and uh, then, you guys are gonna yell, surprise. Okay?" It was a shit excuse but it was his excuse and he was sticking to it. The door handle was touching his fingertips, escape was so close and he knew that Charlotte and Jasper would support his lie and make it believable whilst he was seeing what Ray wanted.

"Oooh, good idea! I've got a great place to hide!" Mr Hart grinned. It was never difficult tricking him and Henry breathed a sigh of relief as he made it onto the porch with no tricky questions asked. Now, it was just a case of flicking the watch open and talking to the little hologram of his boss, so he could get back to his cake.

"Henry! There's blood everywhere!" Ray exclaimed dramatically the moment the kid picked up his call. Seriously, he'd been waiting for ages, so long that his sweet girl had wandered off momentarily whilst he stuck with the holo-caller. With her gone, he had to find his fun somewhere, so he started by making his sidekick panic--a suitable punishment for making him wait for so long.

"Oh my god, what?!" And cue the panicking. Classic.

"At the blood bank! Ha, gotcha!" Ray smiled as Henry screwed his face up from the annoyance of being pranked by his dumb boss. He walked into that one honestly, it was expected by now, especially when (y/n) was off somewhere else, set to return the moment she overheard their conversation.

"The blood bank?" Henry stuttered, wondering what the hell he was on about because so far, his boss had been as weird as ever. He knew what one was, he just failed to see the relevance since he had a cake waiting for him in there.

"Yeah, you know, where they store blood for people who need surgery and medical assistance and other things that I'll never need because I'm Captain Man... I'm indestructible." Ray bragged with a smirk on his face, hands on his hips from how he had an edge of superiority over everyone else in society. He needed no one, never had done, he would survive anything that came at him because he was tough and invulnerable, those things didn't apply to him.

"Be that as it may, Raymond, blood banks are very important to other people who aren't dense like you. Donated blood saves a lot of lives." (y/n) came up behind him with a gentle voice that soon melted Ray's smirk into a smile when her arms wrapped around his middle and she buried her face into his back. Right, Captain Man did need someone, the one person he couldn't live without and indestructibility or not, losing her would damn near kill him. He needed his sweet girl, his (y/n).

"So, about the blood bank?" Henry asked, breaking up their little lovefest, even if he silently admitted that the way his boss became all soft and loving for her was unbelievably cute. He was more concerned about why they felt the need to bring such a random place up, not how Ray beamed down at his fiancée and kept her arm around his waist as she came to stand beside him with the same lovesick expression she always had when he was in the room.

"Right! Yes, it's being robbed and we gotta go stop it." Ray quickly refocused on the task-at-hand, although it was near impossible having to tear his eyes away from the pretty little thing that pressed her small form against his. Her hand trailed across his chest and the ring still sat on her finger so perfectly, waiting for the day when a wedding band would join it--soon, they kept saying.

"Mmmmmm..." Henry was torn. On one hand, he had a job but on the other, it was his birthday and his family was there and waiting to celebrate with him. Surely, he was allowed a day off on his birthday, right?

"I don't like the sound of that, mmmm, Henry, so stop it," Ray replied, disheartened by his sidekick's unenthusiastic response. Normally, the kid loved to go out and kick ass, so he couldn't understand why he wasn't popping a gumball that very second.

"Uhhh, it's just, uhhh, it's my birthday, you remember? Right, (y/n/n)? You never normally forget..." Henry said awkwardly because he didn't want to fish for birthday wishes but they were supposed to be two of his closest friends.

He'd dropped a few hints here and there, saying he had a craving for a birthday cake or that he was looking forwards to what his family were buying him, that kind of thing. And truthfully, he thought he wouldn't need it, considering that (y/n) usually had every date and detail down for everyone's birthday--she prided herself on giving great gifts to her best friends, so the fact that she hadn't remembered stung quite a bit.

"I know and my record's still going strong, so don't look so sad, kid," the woman grinned as she stepped off-camera for just a second with a mischievous glint in her eye, one that caused Ray to smile too as he saw her grab the frankly enormous gift bag full to the brim with presents. His sweet girl never forgot, not when it came to Henry, "happy birthday, Henry!"

"Oh my god, no way, that's--oh my god!" The boy found himself flabbergasted at the sight of the bag, which she'd pulled into shot so he could see them. How could have ever doubted her? His present pile just kept getting bigger and bigger since they'd bought so many, well, (y/n) will have bought them but it was a joint gesture from the couple.

"Not forgotten a birthday yet and I don't plan on doing so anytime soon." She smiled when Ray dropped his head to kiss her forehead, feeling so damn smitten at how she was just so sweet. By far this sweetest girl he'd ever met--that's why he'd given her the name and why he was hellbent on making her his wife.

"Uh, anyway, we're about to start a birthday party so can I take the day off?" Henry asked, remembering what he needed to say. It wasn't a big thing, just a small request and in all the years he'd been his sidekick, the boy had only ever asked Ray for time off a handful of times. He'd worked other birthdays so for once, he wanted this one to be special and for them to understand that.

"Oh, yeah, sure, no prob--"

"Crime doesn't take birthdays off, Henry. Neither do superheroes and their sidekicks." (y/n) was all for it, Henry could spend the day with his family, no problem in her eyes. Ray, however, was quite...picky. He liked having both of his sidekicks around, he liked the familiarity and routine, so he wasn't too keen on working without the boy, it felt like leaving someone behind.

"You took four days off a month ago to ride every rollercoaster in Texas and you took (y/n) with you," Henry argued, using air quotes and everything because he was getting massive amounts of hypocrisy from the man. He went on vacation and mini-breaks with his fiancée all the time with the excuse that they needed it and whilst Henry didn't want to know what they got up to on those breaks, the point was that Ray wasn't being very fair.

"It was five and none of those were my birthday. I wanted to spend time with my wif--fiancée without Schwoz or you or Jasper getting involved." The hero argued and pulled the girl closer to him so she wouldn't see the faint blush spread across his cheeks when he let slip a small mistake. In his head, she was his wife, in how they lived and loved, she was his wife. All that was missing was the official ceremony and (y/n) felt herself smile at how he already had the same mindset as her.

"Come on, doofus..." She smiled at her lover, fluttering her eyelashes since she knew that changing his mind wouldn't be easy but she was willing to give it a go. Henry deserved a good birthday and if Ray wouldn't give him one, then she would. They'd had a nice trip that week, they'd ridden every rollercoaster in the state, eaten way too much candy floss and broke the bed in the hotel, the hallmark of a damn good break, so why couldn't they give the kid the same?

"Uh, y'know, someone else is celebrating their birthday today. Her name is crime and she's having her party at the blood bank right now. You, (y/n) and I are all invited and it's byo-fist, so we'll see you there." Ray stated firmly, not giving Henry much of a choice since he'd sneaked both his and (y/n)'s gum out from their pockets. He shoved the woman's tube into her hand as he necked a gumball himself and (y/n) gave Henry a sympathetic glance as the kid hung up.

Stupid boss, stupid immaturity, stupid blood bank. It looks like he had no choice and with a quick text to Charlotte telling her that duty called, he started chewing. Blood Bank, here he came.

~Always B Positive Blood Bank~

Henry was in a foul mood. That's it, there was no other way to describe the way he sulked as the heroes stormed into the blood bank. And for good reason; there he was, walking through the wards and locker rooms where endless bags of blood were stored until some poor so-and-so needed a transfusion. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want to rob one, so why Captain Man needed him and Miss Danger for such a simple mission was beyond him.

Anyway, stealth mode activated. (y/n) figured that a weirdo who attacked a blood bank had to be crazy, nuts, out of their mind, batshit crazy, and since Ray had started listening to her tummy ever since the flabber gas incident, they'd decided to go in sneakily. They crawled into an air vent and made their way towards the room where the terrified staff told them the nutjob was smashing stuff. Then, it was just a matter of dropping down, which was where their climbing ropes came in.

"Why won't you open?!---aw, man. That was my last hammer." They could hear a distorted voice below them as well as a load of crashing noises, like metal being crumpled or bashed. Right, they needed to get down there, this guy sounded like a real piece of work, so they let the ropes fall and clipped their belts to them.

Like a scene from The A-Team, Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger floated down, suspended from nothing but an air-conditioning unit and they had to admit, it was one of their coolest entrances. However, it was about to be spoiled because now that they were there, it wasn't a particularly impressive crime or a particularly dastardly criminal.

"Hold it right there!"

"Yeah, freeze!"

"Don't move, dirtbag! This is a--oh, god!" Their insults died and morphed into groans of burning irritation when the criminal, surrounded by multiple ruined sledgehammers, turned around to show them his face. His very stupid face. It was Jeff. Of course, it was Jeff, who else would try to rob a blood bank? It was just so fucking annoying because they'd come over expecting to find a supervillain, but no.

"Come on!" Henry yelled, feeling his anger spike since he'd left his own birthday party for this loser. He really should've stayed at home because any idiot could take down Jeff, with their eyes closed, probably.

"Gahhh, it's Jeff!"

"Yes, doofus, we see that." (y/n) replied dryly, resting her flat palm against his bicep to try and calm him down a bit, but she understood the frustration. She hated this guy; firstly, it was always like talking to a brick wall with him, getting him to jail was near impossible because he was too dumb to understand what was happening.

Secondly, he always got released for no good reason and then he just returned to his old ways of petty crime that they had to deal with--the worst kind of callout. They stopped what they were doing and were diverted away from real emergencies to deal with him and it was always so irritating because what if someone genuinely needed their help?

And thirdly, the one that irritated her and Ray the most, he always flirted with her. No matter if she was herself or Miss Danger, he always tried it on and it was just so unwanted because he never stood a chance, not with the competition he was up against.

"Gah, he's so stupid!"

"We know that!" Henry added, feeling the same way but he stomped down the urge to kick the guy in the teeth. They had to remain professional and just cart him off to jail, with no fuss, no need to get stressed. Just a simple process that they'd gone through hundreds of times before.

"Uh, you guys got a spare hammer? Sledge if possible, although from you pretty lady, I'd take anything." Jeff's body language turned flirty when his eyes crossed two superheroes and then got to one very lovely superheroine. Dear lord, he was so very thirsty and he wanted a tall glass of Miss Danger to quench that thirst, not that Captain Man would ever share. Or use that metaphor to describe his sweet girl because she was a person, not a piece of meat to be leered over.

"Why--why would we have a hammer?" (y/n) asked, biting her lip in irritation at how he jutted out his hip and gave her a stupid look like he was trying to be sexy. Yeah, he failed miserably, she turned to her doofus instead, watching as his jaw clenched and his muscles tensed.

"And if we had a hammer, why would we give it to you, Jeff?" Henry added, highlighting the man's stupidity even more. Oh yeah, they'd help the enemy ruin the life-saving liquid stored in the refrigerators here, that's the kind of justice they liked. Stupid Jeff...

"And why would you try to rob a blood bank?" Ray growled, curling a protective arm around his sweet girl as Jeff smiled like a real dope at his fiancée. The nerve of this guy, did he never learn? It was frustrating enough to deal with his flirtations when he was just the protective best friend, doomed to cope with it through the lie that he was just concerned for his friend, definitely not in love with her. But now that everything was out in the open and she knew about his undying love with both of them ready to make the ultimate commitment, it still didn't get any better.

"Banks have money! Look at the size of this safe here!" Jeff exclaimed, gesturing his broken hammer stick to the fridges that he'd been trying to smash his way into. Oh, it was painful just how dumb he was; seriously, Ray was annoyed but never threatened by this guy, even his stupidest idea paled in comparison to Jeff and he was certain that his sweet girl would ever give him the time of day--it would be quite an insult to her if he did think that.

"Jeff, that's a refrigerator!"

"And it opens....by pulling the lever!" Henry demonstrated by yanking open the fridge door to show the racks of blood bags as (y/n) leaned back into Ray, well aware that he wasn't happy with how Jeff saw her. She was used to it at this point, it just washed over her with only a mild irritation left behind because he was just a big dumb blob, whilst she was happily in love with a big dumb hunk, also known as an adorable doofus.

"But the sign, it says bank and--a-and banks, they--they have money--" Jeff stuttered as even he realised how stupid he'd been. This had to be one of his biggest fuck ups; not only had he failed, but he'd also gotten himself into trouble for nothing. There was no money for him to steal, how embarrassing.

"Hey, dude! Not today, Jeff! I can't do it, I can't do it! Not today!" It was like a switch flipped in Henry as his fingers grazed his laser remote and before he knew what he was doing, he was zapping Jeff over and over. Goddamnit, he'd left his birthday party for this shit, his cake with its ten leches was melting because Jeff was so stupid. It made him snap.

"Hey, hey, hey, kid! Calm down!" (y/n) grabbed hold of the boy's arm before he became too destructive. Jeff was a knucklehead, everyone knew that, but he didn't deserve to be zapped in the butt over and over again until he slept forever and Henry was just stressed because of his birthday troubles, nothing more.

"I can't deal with this! I can't deal with it, man!"

"Hey, it's all right. Just...take a breather, 'kay?" (y/n) put one hand on his shoulder as Ray came up beside her and put his hand on the other. He looked so tense, their stressed little bean, and they were there to make keep his cool, no matter how many times he lasered the man. It was natural to be upset, they didn't mind that he had feelings like any normal teenage boy.

"Sorry, guys, it's just...I really wanna be at my birthday party right now." Henry sniffed, feeling the weight of it all bear down on him. His family, his best friends, they were all at his house, having a good time and waiting for him with his cake, his presents, his birthday fun. He wanted to go back.

"Hey, hey...you never have to apologise for zapping Jeff," Ray told him sternly yet there was a playfulness in his eyes that told the kid that he was trying to make him feel better, which was confirmed when Ray grabbed his hand and thus the remote, pointed it at Jeff and zapped him a few more times for good measure. Yeah, that felt good, they needed that.

"Now, go on, get out of here, birthday boy!" Ray added on the end, making his sidekicks look at him with fond smiles. Aw, he could say that he was tough, needed no one and was void of weakness, but in reality, he was a big softie with feelings--good ones, at that. He cared underneath those muscles and floppy, brown hair and Henry could see why (y/n) was so fond of them.

"Really? I can leave?"

"Yeah, yeah, we got this, Kid Danger. Go have fun...I'll bring your presents over later." (y/n) smiled at the boy, shooing him away with the back of her hand as she gave her doofus a quick peck on the cheek for being such a sweetheart before they moved to seize Jeff. It was jail time for him again and they had nothing better to do than take him there.

"Oh, thanks, guys. My dad went to that new Mexican Cake store." Henry mentioned as he went back to his rope and began to buckle up. However, that caught Ray's attention; he'd heard of that store by reputation and what kind of cake sorcery they did there. He couldn't help but perk up as (y/n) continued to work obliviously.

"Uno, Dos Cakes?" She asked without even raising her head. Ray, though, couldn't help but pry.

"Yeah, he got the last Diez Leches ice cream cake," Henry said, bragging just a little bit, but he thought nothing of it. Yeah, it was impressive but it was just a cake at the end of the day, a delicious cake, but just a cake. Nothing to get overexcited about.

"Diez leches?!"

"Uh-huh."

"Diez?!" And someone really should've told Ray that. He became way too interested way too quickly and (y/n) rolled her eyes as he abandoned their task the minute he heard about this cake. He was a foodie at heart, he loved the stuff and Diez leches, that was legendary, how could he resist? Still, the way he grabbed his rope and pretended to be innocent was quite amusing, but she wasn't overly thrilled when she got the feeling that he wanted to do a spot of party-crashing...at Henry's house...uninvited...where she was.

"That means ten milks en español, doofus." (y/n) mentioned as she came up behind him and put her hand on his back, praying that he wasn't thinking what she thought he was thinking. Worming their way in just for cake was rude, no matter if they brought presents or good wishes, not to mention the fact that it came with the added danger of Ray interacting with...Mrs Hart.

Was it bad to have a genuine dislike of her now? It wasn't hatred, at least (y/n) didn't want to hate her. She was a nice woman, generally, but ever since she screwed her over because of a damn egg, the heroine couldn't help but find her teeth gritted and her fists clenched whenever she came up in conversation. Her soon-to-be husband still held a torch for her, he found her attractive, and he couldn't let that attraction go. She couldn't help but feel...upset? Threatened? Jealous? Definitely jealous, maybe a mix of all three for the big dumb idiot.

"Ten leches? In one cake?"

"¡Sí!" Henry nodded enthusiastically, still not seeing anything wrong. His smile was bright and wide because he was finally getting a chance to go home and celebrate. He didn't have the foggiest idea about what the man was thinking.

"Well then, why aren't we at your house eating Diez Leches cake right now?!" Ray exclaimed, proving (y/n)'s fears. Great, now she'd have to go there and feel her heart crack when he inevitably started flirting like he didn't even know he was doing it. People don't change--he said that once, and some part of it was true; she would never not be nervous, she would always be a nerd and he would always be a flirt, he would never not be a mom-lover.

"Uh, because, superheroes and their sidekicks don't take days off, remember? You said that." Henry recalled his boss' exact words and how he was the one who'd insisted they come here in the first place. He didn't mind Ray and (y/n) coming to hang, they were part of his family too but god, the man was such an oaf.

"Yeah, but now I want cake, so let's go!" Ray smiled and (y/n) released an inaudible sigh as she grasped her rope again. There was no way out of this, they were going by the sounds of things, so she was just praying that Mrs Hart wasn't her beautiful self today? Hopefully, she'd grown a monobrow, shaved her head and had her makeup done by a five-year-old. Hopefully.

"Up the rope!"

Okay, are you ready? Let's do it!" The hero cried as they all stood ready to go back up and they jumped on Henry's command but there was a slight problem. The boys couldn't climb a rope to save their lives. Seriously, (y/n) was able to climb the first metre or so, keeping her knees locked together and her arms close to her chest so they didn't go numb too quickly but they couldn't seem to hold their weight upon the thin twine.

"Huh, it's really hard to get back up. Hey, M-D, how are you doin' that?" Henry grunted as he watched the woman shimmy her way up like some sort of monkey or magician. Seriously, how was she able to just yank herself up like that? It seemed to defy the laws of physics but whatever. Where his sweet girl went, Ray followed, even if he did get a few sneaky glances up her skirt from that angle, the red satin of the shorts that hid underneath the flowy fabric.

"Hey, why don't you give me a boost? Yeah, and then, I'll give you a boost that way." He suggested although he didn't think the plan through, not at all. The climb was gonna be impossible no matter where he started from because he might have had the strength, but his weight wasn't on his side--in a multitude of ways.

"How am I gonna get up?" And Henry had a valid point. He was light but his arms were too skinny to hold himself up, so once Ray tootled off to do whatever he did with his lover, he'd be stuck in the donation room. Honestly, Ray really hadn't thought about this at all.

"I'll give you a boost when I'm with (y--" Ray was cut off as his fingers slipped yet again, meaning he fell to the floor once again as his sweet girl reached the three-quarter mark. So very nearly at the top, she could almost feel the warm, dry air from the ventilation shaft hitting her face and a good thing too--she was pooped, not at all used to climbing with such flimsy material. Aw, her doofus was so cute when she dared to look back down, and she knew that she'd have to assist once she reached her goal.

"No purchase. I gotta get a purchase... Just gotta get a purchase..."

"You know what? I got an idea. All right, what are you doing, dude? What are you doing? That's not doing anything." Henry watched in despair as Ray swung and tugged on the rope as if that was magically gonna lift him from the ground and get him to the ceiling. Jeez, he knew he was desperate to follow his sweet girl but jeez, he was so...needy. Couldn't he see that he was never gonna climb without some sort of help?

"I have no idea how she's doing that, that's impossible..." Ray muttered as he watched his girl ascend another foot, slowly snaking her way up with her body shaking from the effort. God, she looked so hot, perspiration sticking to her forehead and toned muscles on display as they proved their worth after a few years of hard labour in the gym. She was strong, he knew that, maybe not like him but she was definitely fit, and dear god, did he love it. "What did you tie this thing to anyway?"

"Uh, an old air conditioning unit. It's really sturdy. I don't think it's going anywhere..." Henry replied, tugging on his rope harshly to prove that the rust bucket welded to the ceiling had been up there for decades, meaning it certainly wasn't gonna come down any time soon. It's not like the screws were old and worn, it's not like the bearings were holding the weight of a young woman and it's not like it had strained against the weight of all three of them at once when they all jumped on the ropes. Come on, that thing was hanging by a goddamn thread--one tiny scrap of rust.

"Guys, I'm nearly at the to--sweet cheeeeeeese!" (y/n) cried in panic and shock as the final tug on the rope from Henry caused the rack to crack, crumble and grumble as the metal gave way--and she was the first to feel the creak run through her body. Oh god, why couldn't it have waited until she was safely in the shaft?

"Heads up!" Ray yelled, waving his arm wilding for Henry to get clear since it would be particularly nasty if the kid got squished by the thing on his birthday of all day by all two tons of it as it came crashing down. He didn't need telling twice; Henry safely pressed himself against the wall as the air conditioning unit hit the floor and whilst Ray felt the same urge to leg it, he had other priorities.

Namely that he wasn't the kind of guy to stand by and watch his fiancée hit the floor with a thump, super-regeneration or not. So, being the gent he was, y'know, suave and everything, he caught her in his arms like he was carrying her over the threshold of that house in the country they'd always dreamed of. It was nothing, in those beefy arms, her body was as light as a feather, saving her from bruising and cuts made it so, and he cradled her tiny, trembling form against his massive one as she stayed coiled in a protective ball.

"Oh my god, you okay, sweet girl? Talk to me, I need to know if you're all right." Ray murmured into her hair as her fingers scraped against his uniform and her rapid breaths curled up the side of his neck. If she'd been hit by anything then he needed to know, super-healing be damned, he'd march her to Schwoz for a full check-up if he had to, but not before her word. So, as she caught her breath for a second, he stayed like that; rocking slowly from side to side with his lips pressed against her forehead like a tattoo kiss.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay, doo--doofus. No need to beat the AC up for trying to kill me." (y/n) joked as her heart slowed down and her breathing returned to normal. She was fine, perhaps slightly shaken up and very, very dusty but fine. Just remind her to never let Henry tie the climbing rope next time and certainly not to an ancient, metal block from the eighties.

"Good." The hero said simply and he let her out of his iron embrace with one last peck to her hairline, satisfied that he'd done his job. She was safe and unharmed, what other job was there? Certainly nothing more important.

"Let's just walk out the door," Henry suggested as he watched the pale couple, knowing that they'd both had quite a scare, even if they were both immune to injury. The real pain came from the other hurting, in every which way, so he figured that to save himself having to watch that wretched scenario of one of them descending into madness, they'd go for the normal, uncool route. Sure, it wasn't very Mission Impossible but at least they could hold hands this way.

"Out the door!" Ray exclaimed, trying to add an element of cool to their exit, even if it was a long stretch. Still, the boy's theory was right, he did get to clutch at his sweet girl's hand this way, he got to guide her out of the blood bank with everyone watching. Sure, he liked the adoring fans, the fame and attention, that stuff was neat, but being able to walk out with her on his arm was so much better.

~Henry's house~

Well, this wasn't nerve-wracking at all. It really shouldn't have been, after all, it's not like (y/n) was going to war or speaking in front of the United Nations or anything, this should've been no big deal. She'd faced monsters, criminals, her worst enemy, her worst fear and yet she still found herself shaking from the nerves as Ray led her up Henry's driveway.

It had been a quick stop at the Man Cave to grab the boy's present, ensuring that he didn't peek since they needed to walk in with something to give to him, and now, they were ready to face whatever was about to come their way--or rather, she was ready. No one else was worried, Henry was walking with a spring in his step at the thought of finally returning to his party and Ray didn't seem to notice the way her palm got clammy against his.

No, they were fine. They weren't the ones who felt threatened in this house. They weren't the ones praying to catch a break because it just wasn't the right day to have to endure the god-awful torture that was Ray flirting with Mrs Hart.

Seriously, she wasn't in the mood, not after being scared half to death from the fall; (y/n) just wanted some cake, wanted to see Henry open his presents, celebrate and have a nice, civil afternoon. It wasn't a big ask, not in her eyes, if Kris could not be her charming self and if Ray could not be his charming self then they wouldn't have a problem and that ugly green-eyed monster inside her wouldn't threaten to creep out in a punch to the face or the separation of balls from the body.

Okay, okay, brave face, (y/l/n). Remember who wears the engagement ring on her finger.

"Hey! I'm home!"

"Aw, come on!" Okay...not the welcome Henry was expecting when he opened the door, tailed by his boss and (y/n), who'd been remarkably quiet to say that Ray kept making joke after joke to make her laugh. Oh well, falling with an AC unit would do that to you. What he preferred to focus on was how his dad seemed to be distraught at his return, which was odd because his presence meant cake. Had they missed something?

"What's everybody doing?"

"Surprise!" Huh? Seriously, what had they missed? The kid had no idea what this surprise was as Ray held the door open for his sweet girl before shutting it behind himself once they were both in the house--home of the serpent--home of the very nice lady, who didn't deserve to be cut down because of her bitter heart. Put it behind you, (y/l/n).

"Uh, I brought my boss, Ray, and his fiancée, (y/n)." Henry moved on swiftly, wanting to get the couple introduced quickly so they could crack on with the festivities and it took no time at all for Ray to make himself at home. Whilst (y/n) was okay with just a general greeting to the entire room, as her opposite, he took the time to look at everyone. Everyone...

"Hey, guys..."

"Hey. Hey. Hi. How's it going?" He nodded at Mr Hart, Jasper, Charlotte, Piper, spared them a glance for politeness' sake before his gaze met Mrs Hart's...and did (y/n) dare say it softened? Oh god, would it have been better to stay in the Man Cave and imagine what was going down between them or actually see it in person? What was worse?

"Ah, jeez..." She sighed, throwing her jacket over the hatstand and looked over at the teens scattered around the room, two of whom gave her sympathetic smiles as Henry immediately intervened. Did the man never learn? It wasn't exactly harmless; harmless implied that it didn't leave any damage, it implied that no one cared about what was said and what festered after it was all over. But (y/n) cared, she cared quite a bit, not because she thought he'd run off and leave her to nurse a broken heart, no, she knew that his flirting worked on any woman and left a connection. After all, that's how it worked on her.

"Okay..." The kid muttered, stepping forward to casually yet oh, so obviously put himself between his mother and boss, who just so happened to gravitate towards each other like their individual charismatic personalities were magnetic.

And (y/n) was grateful for that, endlessly so, and wavered awkwardly by the door with her eyes scanning the floorboards as Henry glared at Ray with cutting eyes. He knew that he thought it was just a bit of flirting, that it was just his way of dealing with women but that was his mother and that woman by the door was his friend. He owed it to them to stop him before he made things worse for himself, his relationship, his entire damn life.

"So, where's that cake, huh? Let's it that cake!" Ray exclaimed and rubbed his hands together, slightly taken aback by the boy's murderous look and he recoiled as he sort of got the message. Maybe not entirely, but he did get a message to stop whatever he was doing, so he switched subjects and beamed a boyish grin towards his sweet girl as she tiptoed over from the door. He doesn't even know he's doing it, (y/l/n). Let it go, it's fine. If need be, we can kill him later.

"Cake, yeah, brother!" Piper replied happily, glad that someone was on her side after waiting for ages for her brother to get back from wherever Charlotte and Jasper had said he was going--some bullshit lied made up on the spot after too many questions. She was just a kid, she didn't see the flirting but honestly, the progression was nice. (y/n) didn't want to hover, not when Ray enthusiastically wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Henry, how was the makeup store?" Mrs Hart smiled at her son, who just returned her politeness with a blank expression. What was she on about? Why would he go to a makeup store? He didn't need makeup or like to wear it...had he missed something here?

"Huh, makeup store? What are you talking about?"

"Uhhhhh, you went to the makeup store, remember? You sent us that text about makeup excuse..." charlotte was quick to intervene. Yeah, there had been some slight miscommunication there and before she and Jasper knew it, everything had spiralled out of control into one big mess that was getting quite tricky to keep up - namely that Henry had left his party to go buy makeup, even if he never wore it. That was a fun one to explain.

"Which clearly meant you were going to the makeup store." "Clearly." Well, at least Jasper was enforcing the lie and trying to make it believable, not that it was working. He could smile anxiously all he wanted, no one believed him, not until Ray and (y/n) quickly jumped onto what was happening and realised that they had to work to keep their friend's and their own secret identities hidden.

"Yes, I was at the makeup store buying makeup...at the store, so cool, yeah, uh-huh."

"What'd you buy?" Oh good, more questions. Lies aren't too hard to keep up, not when you'd been trained to keep them going like your life depended on it; it's when they started to be specific that they became complex and difficult because the slightest discrepancy could be picked up on and pointed out. Starting with what Henry had bought and why he didn't have a bag or receipt to show off his purchases.

"Hmmm?" "What'd you buy?" His dad asked, making the boy panic since he knew next to nothing about makeup apart from that his mom wore it, his sister wore it, (y/n) wore it, Charlotte wore it, and it made them all look great. Y'know, the face dust and lip paint stuff—it worked, he just didn't know any specifics.

"Uhhhh, that's a good question, dad. What did I buy? I bought...makeup." Wow, that was a good one. Nice details. If this wasn't a crucial moment for them too, the lovey-dovey couple watching would be in hysterics at the comical nature of Henry struggling through the lie, but if he went down, he'd take them with him.

"Well, where is it?" Oh, Piper, did she have to be so...observant?

"Good question, sis. Where is the makeup? Mmmmm, okay, so, uh, I don't have it, obviously, because I...saw an ugly person on the street and I gave them all my makeup because they were so ugly."

"Awwwww!" "That's our boy." Ten points to Henry for pulling that one off. It was implausible that someone would give away makeup straight after buying it, especially since most makeup is quite expensive, but it wasn't impossible. The kid had single-handedly saved his secret identity and come out the other side as the generous pride and joy of the family—the golden boy on his birthday. Sweet.

"And uh, where'd you come from? Were you guys at the makeup store too, (y/n/n)?" Piper suddenly turned to Ray and (y/n), making them freeze from how they were now being roped in with no plans on how to bullshit their way as Henry did. At least Piper liked the woman, so she didn't mean it maliciously but even curiosity was dangerous; one slip of the tongue and it would all be over and they'd be exposed as liars. That just wouldn't do.

"Uh, yes. Yes, they were, they were at the makeup store. That's where I saw them." Henry quickly said, making (y/n) smile sourly at how he'd thrown her into the deep end with milliseconds to think of a reply. Makeup store, makeup store, makeup, she liked that, why would she be there? Think, (y/l/n), come on, you're supposed to be the smart one...

"Uh, yeah, yes, yeah! I—we were at the makeup store because...Ray was buying me makeup. You know, just general couple things, very normal, no need to ask more questions, it was just a very boring thing..." The woman stuttered as she pictured how boyfriend pointing out pretty lipstick shades and eyeshadow palettes for her to swatch. Okay, that was believable, just two lovers going shopping and a guy treating his girl to something new to make her feel all pretty. Dodged a bullet there...

"Yeah, yeah! But before that, I was at the gym..." Perhaps not. (y/n) thought she'd gotten them out of trouble there, thought that they could move on now and she could settle into the idea that her dreamed-up scenario was quite realistic, not too far-fetched, well, she did until Ray just couldn't help but show off. It might not have been for anyone, in particular, he just wanted an opportunity to brag about how he was a caring fiancé but also a gym lad, macho and...hot. And that was fine, welcome rather, just not when he gave Kris Hart the side-eye and unzipped his jacket to reveal that chiselled torso hidden under a thin layer of the stretched t-shirt.

That sight was for her, she wanted him to take it off to impress her, not for the benefit of some married woman he'd had some kind of feelings for in the past. Come to think of it, it was quite sad that she expected it at this point, that her heart was already braced for the blow as he paraded for Mrs Hart to giggle at and yeah, it never went anywhere, he never stooped to physically cheating and truly breaking her heart. He could never. Didn't mean it didn't sting, though.

"Yeah, it's uh, legs, back, arms, chest, feet and neck day." Ray smiled, and in his defence, his eyes did briefly meet others' as he tossed his jacket to Mr Hart to hang up, which soured (y/n)'s mood even further because...rude much? What really fucking blew though, was how he offered that million-dollar smile to Mrs Hart and how she returned it, which left her to stand awkwardly in the background like some two-bit support act. Why did it feel like she was third-wheeling in her own damn relationship? Just, appreciate the view, (y/l/n). That's something at least.

"Okay, that was weird. Uh, why are we using our mouths to walk when we could be using those same mouths to eat the diez leches ice cream cake?" Henry was quick to intervene, noticing how his friend drooped instantly and lowered her gaze to the floor.

He had some serious questions, mainly whether Ray realised the way he spoke to girls. Maybe it came from years of the same practice; flirt, date, dump, repeat. Flirt, date, dump, repeat. The same rinse and repeat cycle that stuck until he finally got with the girl he wanted to stay with, not that she would if he didn't break that automatic cycle. Old habits die hard, and they were just going in circles.

"I like where your head's at!" Ray exclaimed, not seeing how his team were now a little wary of him. It's not that his behaviour disgusted them, it wasn't great but he was such a difficult man to understand and it was clear that he adored (y/n), it just felt wrong to let his flirting pass by.

The woman thought so too and before his hand could settle into the small of her back, she walked forward, dumping Henry's present with the others and cutting in between Mr Hart and Piper so he could bring up the rear with his old sweetheart. Ray felt his smile wobble when he missed touching her body by a few inches, his hand following her skin until his arm could stretch anymore and he felt a twinge in his heart at how his sweet girl just...walked off, left him to it. Huh, maybe it was just the excitement, the cake sure was worth running for, he could just snuggle up to her later, no worries.

"Let's do it! Let's do it! Let's do it!" "It's happening, here it comes!" Everyone grinned as Mrs Hart used her electric lighter to light the birthday candle again, the group crowding around the counter so they could sing happy birthday again. Jasper, being the genius he was, had set up a circle of fans to keep the cake as cool as possible whilst Henry was...buying makeup and because of his diligence, it was still in perfect condition, although, not for much longer.

So, as they watched the candle flicker to life, Ray crept nearer to the counter, pressing his front to his girl's back as she reluctantly came to stand beside Henry's hot mom. Her hair was nice, curled to perfection, her makeup seemed better too, more matt and less shiny than hers with every brushstroke perfectly accurate, and to say that she was at least ten years older, she didn't look it.

Yeah, she'd want to flirt with her too and so, feeling her doofus looming over her, abs and all, wasn't as pleasant as it should've been, not even when his arms wrapped around her waist to bring her in closer, chin settling on her shoulder. Well, maybe it was quite nice, she felt safe and wanted, but it wasn't to last. Good things never do.

"Happy birthday to you—" "Emergency call! We gotta go!" Everyone's cheerful singing trickled into silence as Henry's watch and Ray's and (y/n)'s phones started to sound simultaneous. Another call, another mission, another excuse needed for why they had to rush away suddenly, and the couple untangled to see what was up. Their work was never done but Ray announcing it to a few civilians in his Captain Man voice was unneeded and quite weird, honestly. Definitely not suspicious.

"Emergency?! What do you mean?" Mrs Hart exclaimed as Ray made a break for it, forgetting that this wasn't the Man Cave. There was no safety here, he couldn't just run off and expect everyone to understand. There were strangers around, they didn't know what an emergency was in those terms, so to them, it sounded quite dramatic like their house was on fire or that odd shop that they co-owned was being robbed. What a shame for such a nice couple...

"...That's a good question, Henry's mom. Uhhh, it's...uhhh..." Time to dust off that squishy walnut called a brain and use it to get out of this mess—and Ray was quite good at lying, sort of. He'd been doing it all of his adult life, it was in his job description and he'd had a lot of practice, just needed to get a spark of inspiration, "...it's an emergency reminder!"

"Yes, yes, it's an emergency reminder that we have for the...birthday surprise that we're gonna do for Henry!" (y/n) interjected, not knowing if it was right to butt in yet she just couldn't stop her tongue. Ray didn't flinch, he played it cool like that's what the lie had been all along and his casual arm slung over her shoulders made her gulp at how they were having to act at this point. They couldn't be nervous, she couldn't bury herself into that stupid perfect chest and imagine that they were back in the Man Cave where their relationship thrived, they were just along for the ride, taking the bumps as they came.

"Firework?!" And Jasper had just caused a fucking huge bump. Yeah, because they were cheap and easy to arrange, let alone fake in five minutes. It couldn't have been an extra present or a fake promotion or y'know, he could've just said nothing and left the lying to them, but nooooo. Now, they had to do fireworks because once something was said, it was irrevocable.

"Yeah." "The fireworks. The private fireworks show that only Henry, (y/n) and I can watch." The couple swallowed the dryness in their mouths away as they just worked with it, making it clear that this was a three-person thing, no extra guests allowed because it was "private" and "special". So, with the group giving them sceptical, squinted expressions, they backed away slowly, Ray grabbing (y/n)'s hand like he so often did. Would she ever know that with her in the room no one else existed for him? Mrs Hart didn't stand a chance.

"Well, it's about to start so, we gotta go! See ya!" "I'm excited!" "Don't eat the cake without us, bye-bye!" The trio rambled as they slammed the door behind them and escaped to the safety of the deserted porch. A quick holo-call to Schwoz and they'd know where they stood, but Henry just hoped that the tension between the couple didn't suffocate him.

"Let's call Schwoz and see what's—" "Peeeeeeew! Boooom-crackcrackcrack—shooooshooo-eeee!" Had Ray hit his head? As Henry went to flick open his watch, the man looked up at the sky and started screaming like a banshee, which drew some very confused looks from his sidekicks. It just came out of nowhere; one minute, they were just being normal, and the next, he was screeching right in their ears. what was up with that?

"What was that? What are you doing?" Henry was the first to ask, but it was what both he and (y/n) were thinking. Yet Ray just sniffed and returned to normal, looking like what he'd just shouted hadn't phased him at all. Rather, his hand just wiggled through the air, looking for his girl's since he liked holding hands, hers were small and soft and fit just right with his and...she folded her arms. Huh?

"Oh, I'm making them think there's fireworks out here," Ray whispered, ignoring how his stomach felt all kinds of funny when his sweet girl backed away from him by a fraction—a hair—a goddamn millimetre that felt like a mile. He'd just wanted to keep up the lie by sounding...ridiculous, was he reading into the distance too much?

"Good idea! Owwwww—pergowwwww!" Henry copied his boss as best he could, ignoring how his face fell when (y/n) kept herself to herself; that was between them, he felt it best to let them sort stuff out, intervening only when necessary. Anyway, fireworks had to be noisy, so they were making noise, just to cover up the holo-call so no one came sniffing. "All right, ready?... Hey, what's up, Schwoz?"

"I just got an emergency call about the blood bank." The genius told them as he appeared above Henry's wrist and he did not look happy. Rather, he looked very worried, which was unusual for Schwoz since he was such an easy-going guy.

"Yeah, what about the bank?" "Did you guys forget something like maybe to take Jeff to jail?" Schwoz gave them all his serious eyes and suddenly, they felt quite stupid. Whoops, in the rush to get cake, they'd forgotten to do their jobs and had left the stupidest criminal in Swellview, yet still a criminal, to continue his moronic rampage. Certainly not their finest moment.

"Boom!" "Ka-blam!" "Oh-bang-god-damn-bang-it!" The heroes didn't need his strict expression to kick themselves, almost immediately they were groaning and scuffing their shoes against the stone tiles because that was such a rookie mistake. How could they be so dumb? They mocked Jeff for being an idiot but they'd done this and (y/n) was so pissed with herself. Maybe worrying about what her fiancé was or wasn't doing should've been her second worry, and perhaps her job and duty should've been first.

"He's robbing that same blood bank again and you need to go stop him!" Schwoz's urgency was clear; those pints were set to save a lot of people and if Jeff spilt any of them then a lot of donations, time and money would go to waste. They couldn't just wait for him to do that, not for a slice of cake, even if it was amazing.

"Okay, Henry. You go to the blood bank and deal with Jeff. I'll stay here with (y/n)." Oh, Ray. He could rival Jeff in terms of being an utter moron at times. Come on, it was the kid's birthday, but he had to admit he had selfish reasons and not just for the cake. His radar (which very rarely worked) was telling him that something was wrong and he needed to stay behind with his sweet girl to figure it out. A perfect cake to match her sweetness would help and Henry could cope by himself, no problem.

"And?" "And that's it that's the whole plan." Wow, great plan. Possibly the worst plan ever created and Henry was disgusted. More work on his birthday just because his boss had pissed off his other boss with his stupid flirting? Yeah, no, that was his problem, not his.

"Why do I have to go? It's my birthday, those are my presents and I would like to eat my diez leches cake. "Diez leches?!" Henry really should've kept quiet about the cake, everyone seemed to want a piece and there was less and less to go around. Schwoz couldn't help but be fascinated by this development because he loved leches, he loved cake, and now, he quite fancied a stroll down to the boy's house.

"Yeah. Ka-bow!" "That's ten leches!" "Right, and I would like to eat those ten leches, which is why I want Ray and (y/n) to go deal with Jeff," Henry stated, closing his watch when Schwoz refused to stop banging on about the goddamn leches and he turned around to look at his boss.

He knew (y/n) wouldn't mind going, hell, she'd probably be glad to drag him away to a place where she could do whatever it would take to clear the air. Ray, however, wasn't so easy to persuade. "Please, take your girlfriend and go deal with Jeff."

"Okay, first, she's my fiancée, not my girlfriend, we've been through this. And second, just hear me out here...shooooop!" Henry gave his boss a dry stare as his arm snaked around (y/n)'s neck and pulled her in close just to strengthen his point. Girlfriend, fiancée, whatever, she was still grumpy with him and he was the big, dumb lump who failed to see that.

"If we go to the blood bank and deal with Jeff, scooby-dada-da-boom!... your family is gonna sing you happy birthday and then, by the time we get back, it's gonna be gone, and then, we're not gonna get any cake--shoooouuup!"

"Wow, these fireworks are amazing, guys. Thanks, guys!" Henry yelled in a faux cheery tone as he mulled over what Ray had said. That was true, his family would start without them and then there'd be no hope in saving two slices for two randomers that he just so happened to work with. And he wanted to celebrate with them, just not have to work for that. "Go on..."

"But if you go deal with Jeff, everyone's gonna wait until you get back to sing happy birthday and then, we all get cake. Baba-badoooor!" God, it was so frustrating that a guy who was such an idiot was actually really smart sometimes. Superheroes had to have some wits about them...

"Okay, but don't eat that cake until I get back."

"Promise." Ray gave the boy his solemn word as he fished in his pocket for his gum tube because y'know, he was begrudgingly gonna do it if it meant he got to have everyone he loved with him on the best day of the year. That made the man smirk at how he'd finally gotten his way, believing that now, he was gonna have a relaxing afternoon with his sweet girl and discover what was bugging her. But when he looked down at her to give her that oh-so-cocky face of his, (y/n) had already made up her mind.

"Hen, wait. I'm coming too." She stated, unwinding her dumb doofus' arm from her shoulders and grabbing her gum from her back pocket. There was no way that she was gonna let the kid go alone, what if Jeff had invited another criminal along--someone who actually knew what they were doing? Not to mention the fact that she really needed to get out of this house, get some fresh air and clear her head a bit after getting so worked up over stupid Mrs Hart.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave those two alone but what she didn't know about couldn't hurt her and honestly, she'd rather be ignorant than lose that warm, sunny feeling she got when he made her feel like she was the only one he wanted.

"What?--noooo, sweet girl. The kid will be fine." Ray whined as she stepped away from him and his hand caught her arm to keep them tied. Henry was so experienced at this point and after feeling those twitches in his heart like something was wrong, he didn't want to let her go. No, he wanted to hold her tight, feel her finger run over his tanned skin and see her eyes darken because he was wearing that t-shirt she loved. He wanted all of it, and he wasn't gonna get any if she went to the blood bank.

"I'm not gonna let him go alone. Just...save me a slice of cake..." (y/n) muttered, popping a gumball from the tube and rolling it between her fingers as she contemplated saying something, anything about what she was feeling. It was bad to leave a fight unresolved, even though this wasn't technically a fight, just a feeling, but they still stew. It would be better, perhaps with a clear mind, she'd fight better too, or maybe she would just worry herself sick like usual.

"Of course, sweet girl. I'll miss you and I love--"

"...And promise me you won't flirt with her while I'm gone." It just sort of...fell out. She didn't know why she had to ruin the sweetness of the moment with an ill-timed slip of the tongue but oh, well. Better out than bottle up and she heard Henry creep away to the end of the driveway to give them some space. And then, there was Ray. Her darling, sweet Ray, her doofus, looking at her with paling cheeks and a trembling bottom lip. Nice one, (y/l/n). Told you it was stupid.

"What?" Oh, he sounded so lost and confused like she'd accused him of murder or something, and yet, for a moment she could swear that was a flicker of sadness and recognition in his eyes, almost as if he instantly knew what she was referring to. She couldn't stop now, it was too late, plus the hand holding her arm was unknowingly squeezing her arm like he was afraid that she was about to bolt.

"Henry's mom. I know you don't mean to, but please, don't flirt with her while I'm gone. I don't think I can take it." She whispered and lowered her gaze to the ground as he searched her face desperately for...something.

You could see when it clicked into place for him, how his eyes widened by just a fraction and how his fist clenched from how angry he was with himself. Idiot...what had he been thinking? The shirt, the smirks, the smooth-talking, it had felt like a normal conversation a few minutes ago but now, he realised how it looked. Yes, Kris Hart was a very attractive woman and yes, once upon a time he would freely admit that she was a good-enough lady to nurse his lonely, aching heart but now, it wasn't the same.

After all those years of hoping and wishing and swearing that nothing would change, it turned out that the one he wanted, and would always want, felt the same way. He didn't know why he couldn't switch off from that old mindset that everyone he met was to be flirted with, not when he was determined to make the best woman he'd ever met his wife--and that wasn't Kris damn Hart. He wanted to marry (y/n) (y/l/n) with every fibre of his being, he got whiny and needy when she wasn't around yet here he was making the simplest of house visits intolerable for her.

He really was an idiot.

"Sweet girl, I--I--I got nothing. I just--I'm sorry. I didn't mean---I didn't want to--I'm sorry." Ray had nothing; no explanation, no excuse, just remorse, perhaps guilt. How many times had they been through this? Sometimes, he remembered and sometimes, he stayed well-away from getting cosy with other girls because he was a handsome guy, he knew that, and sometimes, he just gave off the wrong signals. There was nothing to say except sorry, he just hoped it was enough.

"I know, doofus. I know." (y/n) smiled sadly and patted the hand that still had her arm in a vicelike grip. Perhaps one day they'd have children and she'd have the honour of becoming a hot mom herself, maybe that would be enough to block the others out, but for now, she at least knew that he felt just as bad over the situation as she did. The only thing left was to make sure that she didn't get any reports from Charlotte about more...shenanigans. That would just break her heart.

"But if Charlotte tells me you've done it again, then you're sleeping by yourself tonight. I mean it, Raymond." The woman warned, plucking her deadliest expression from the pit of her stomach so he'd know that she meant business. No more putting up with shit, it was time to argue, no more mousy (y/n), let him have it, let him learn the hard way and let him see that she wasn't putting up with it anymore. Let her fight back for once in her life.

"I promise I won't. You're the only girl I want to be with, I love you." Ray finally released her arm and trailed his finger downwards until they reached her hand, which he brought up to his lips in the brink of an eye. Something told him that she wouldn't give him a chance to kiss her lips, something else told him that he didn't deserve to, so he settled for her knuckles and a smile ghosted his face when she didn't jerk away in repulsion.

"I love you so much, you big doofus. I'm gonna want that cake when I get back...and a kiss if you're lucky." She couldn't help the teasing, not even the peck she left on the corner of his mouth as she prepared to finally leave after god knows how long of standing on the porch. It was more on his cheek than anything, but enough to leave him blushing from an inrush of affection for a woman he truly didn't deserve yet he coveted so selfishly and loved so unapologetically.

"Hurry back, then," muttered Ray, feeling his heart pumping strongly in his chest like a teenager experiencing his first interaction with a girl. It was now his mission to be on his best behaviour, to be polite but not flirty, to be charming but not attractively so. He had to make his sweet girl proud and not just because he wanted a kiss, although he did. He also wanted to make her proud that she stook around for better or for worse with him. And the worse was fucking awful sometimes.

And so, (y/n) gave him one last smile before walking down the driveway to meet up with a highly impatient Henry, who didn't know what all the fuss was about, but he let it slide anyway. The woman seemed to have more energy about her as they chewed their gum and lurked in the shadows to transform, and her stomach didn't seem so queasy either. Things were gonna be fine, she had faith in him.

She just hoped she could trust Henry's mom in the same way.

~The B Positive Blood Bank~

Right, back again. Honestly, at this point, the nurses were starting to think that they were there for a donation but no, the sidekicks of Captain Man had returned for one purpose and one purpose only. To drag Jeff back to jail and go have some damn cake. It was that simple, no airs, no graces, just straight up arresting the guy and handing him over for whatever crime they could make stick.

And of course, in their absence, Jeff had been up to his old tricks, he'd just...moved onto the next best thing. With the blood being useless to him unless he could find a vampire willing to pay for a stash; he needed to make his time at the blood bank worthwhile and what had the heroes left behind? Yep, that stupid AC unit.

Sure, it was old, rusty and broken after the fall but hey, scrap metal could make a quick buck and no one was stopping him, so for the past hour and a bit after waking up from his Kid-Danger-induced nap, Jeff had been attempting to drag the hunk of junk out of the blood bank with an expected amount of success--none. And that was how Henry and (y/n) found him, on the verge of breaking his back from the strain.

"Hey." Idiot.

"What the hell are you doing?" (y/n) asked as she saw the man leaning back from that old air conditioning unit that had nearly flattened her into a Miss Danger pancake. He'd tied the leftover climbing ropes to it because obviously, underneath all of that flab laid the biceps of a heavyweight lifter and Jeff was very capable of getting that thing to shift. Yeah, right.

"I'm trying to steal this air conditioning unit, pretty thing," Jeff stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and (y/n) suppressed the shudder that threatened to ricochet down her spine. Ray would flip if he was here, knowing that Jeff still didn't get the message that Miss danger wasn't and never would be interested in him. She only hoped that her doofus was having similar thoughts back at the house.

"Why would you need an industrial air conditioning unit?" Henry asked, wondering why the guy would try to steal that of all things. There were many more things he could loot, the equipment, the blood, maybe the bank kept money somewhere, anything but the AC would be worth taking. That hunk of junk was just dead weight, fit for nothing but the scrap heap.

"Okay, so you know how I had to move back home with my mom?" Jeff shot back as if the sidekicks bothered to study his personal life. No, they didn't know that, why would they?

"Why would we know that?" (y/n) questioned with furrowed eyebrows, her arms folded across her chest at how this conversation was taking a peculiar turn. Now, they were moving onto the behind the scenes life of Jeff, and she wasn't interested in that. She truthfully just wanted to see him in jail, not that he cared for their obvious disinterest.

"Well, you know how she doesn't have any air conditioning in her apartment?" Wow, the random questions just kept coming. Did he not hear the first one? They didn't know him, let alone his damn mother and his living quarters.

"Still no, Jeff."

"Okay, so, y'know how sweaty I get?" Well, they could definitely answer that one.

"Actually, yes, we have a lot of experience with that...sadly." (y/n) grimaced with the kid as they reminisced all of the times when they'd dragged Jeff to the jailhouse, them holding his slimy legs whilst Ray held his moist torso. Even when unconscious or asleep or on a cool day, the guy sweated buckets and left them in desperate need of a shower after ferrying him about--that had happened on multiple occasions.

"Well, not anymore, baby! Not with this thing--help me get it out of here. See, I'll grab the ropes and you, sweetcheeks, you can grab my sweaty waist and wrangle it out of here--" Yeah...no. There was no way that (y/n) was gonna get close to Jeff's body in that way, same for Henry. It was much simpler to just zap him with a laser and watch his tubby body collapse to the scuffed tiles. As if they'd assist in a crime...moron.

"Thanks, he was really starting to piss me off." The woman muttered as Henry kicked the door closed, wanting privacy from the bank staff as they dealt with Jeff. Now that all the hard work was over, they could just call the police, they'd pick him up and then, they'd be back on their merry way to the party and their slices of cake. Simple. "You calling the cops?"

"Nah, Schwoz..." The kid replied as the tone rang in his ear, waiting for the line to connect. Huh, Schwoz, interesting choice but she supposed that the kid needed to report back that everything was sorted now. The police would be next or they'd just deal with the criminal themselves.

"Hey, Henry. Is everything okay?" Schwoz voice asked softly through the phone, so (y/n) crept closer to Henry to see if she could get her ear closer to the speaker. No details were missed, her curiosity just couldn't take not knowing.

"Hey, uh, yeah, Schwoz. I just zapped Jeff again. Can you come here and watch him until the cops show up?" Henry requested. He wasn't in favour of sticking around, not when his party was going on without him and it wasn't like Schwoz was doing anything important, right?

"Yah, here's the thing. I'm kind of at a birthday party right now." Well, that wasn't sus at all.

"Oh, yeah, whose birthday party is it, Schwoz?" (y/n) butted in with a dry tone, knowing exactly what had happened here. Mentioning the diez leches cake was such a big mistake on Henry's part, now that coconut head wanted a piece too; at this rate, there'd be none left by the time they made it back and all because of one damn cake.

"Ummmm..."

"Schwoz!" He better start spilling the beans, Henry was getting antsy.

"Yours, okay? I'm at your party." Well, surprise, surprise. That was so irritating, not because Schwoz was there, no, Henry didn't mind that, he just cared about the fact that there was so much deceit and lies surrounding it. And now, he couldn't go home because the little man had gone behind his back, he hated that. Yet (y/n) found herself slightly intrigued too, to her shame, because now, Schwoz could report to her on the Ray-Kris sitch. Were things cosy or cold?

"Why are you at my party, Schwoz?"

"I really want some of that diez leches ice cream cake. So, I told your family I'm a new neighbour, who just moved here from Germany--Guten tag!" Schwoz explained as Mr Hart passed him a drink. It had been easy really; his accent, a set of lederhosen and hey presto, he was German and being culturally dense, Mr and Mrs Hart were none the wiser, so he'd made himself at home quite quickly, waiting for the moment the cake was cut.

"Okay, Schwoz, it's my birthday, I should be at my birthday party, not you!" Henry stressed, trying to get the same message into everyone's head. He was beyond grateful that (y/n) had taken the time to support him after he was sent to do Ray's boring work, it was nice not having to do this alone but come on! It was Schwoz! He did not deserve cake more than he did.

"Listen, I'm sure the police will be there in a minute. Just wait until they pick Jeff up and then, you can come back to your party." The small man advised, making Henry sigh at how he was being forced into sticking around. Had Schwoz never met the police? Did he know how useless they were?

"No!"

"Oh, I've got to go. They're letting your sister open your presents because she needs something to do with her hands." Oh, well, that was just cruel. (y/n) truly felt for the kid, who seemed to deflate at the news that Piper was ruining his presents and all the pretty boxes, paper and wrappings just because she was bored. That wasn't very nice at all, but she couldn't help but ask...

"Uh, Schwoz, wait, wait, wait! Just one more thing!" She barked down the phone, making him sigh and hang on for just a little longer since her voice sounded so urgent. Had Jeff done something else that he wasn't gonna bother going to fix?

"Yes?"

"Um, is Ray there? Is he...y'know...okay? Is he flirting?" How could she word it? She didn't want to sound like the kooky, psycho girlfriend who checked up on her lover at every opportunity but she felt like she needed to. He had seemed so timid and pale before...livid, in fact, and she wondered if she hadn't scared him or something. Or maybe it was more of a case where he'd got the message but Mrs Hart hadn't. The desire to know and to have eyes in that room was just too great.

"No...he's on the back of the sofa, not flirting with anyone. He is quite...quiet for once. What has happened?" Schwoz asked, sounding genuinely shocked at how the mouth on legs that was Ray Manchester had been fairly reserved, respectful and polite for most of the afternoon. And by the sounds of the relieved sigh that escaped the woman, something had gone down between them. Flirting, was it? No surprises there, and he could bet on who it was with, not that it was happening now.

"Oh, nothing, it's fine. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Tell him...tell him that I love him, please and that we'll be back soon." (y/n) beamed into the receiver, making Henry himself blush at how sappy she was being. It was odd that she was shy in a way, like in all the time she'd been dating the man she hadn't gotten used to the heavy affection they exchanged daily, but that was them all over. Fights or hiccups didn't mean back to square one, they just cleared the air and made everything feel fresh again.

"Do I have to?"

"Please? Pretty pleas, my favourite lil coconut in the whole wide world?" Schwoz could practically imagine the way her eyelashes fluttered and her bottom lip pouted and he sighed at the thought of saying those three little words to his boss, even if they were from here. Well, it looked like he was conscripted and judging by how skittish Ray seemed, he probably needed to hear it. The guy had shot down all flirtatious comments from Henry's mom, something had been said, he just knew it.

"Ugh, fine. I will say it. Just get back here quickly." The genius muttered, making the woman release a breathy chuckle at how he was gonna do, even though he wasn't very happy. Aw, that was sweet. Good, old Schwoz.

"We will. See you later, Schwoz!"

"Bye-bye..." And just like that, he left them alone with an endless wait for the Swellview cops. Well, this was gonna be fun. His presents were being opened by someone else, his cake was melting by the minute and Henry Hart was stuck in a blood bank with a sweaty, drooling guy and a woman, who couldn't stop smiling to herself.

Best birthday ever, right?

"Did you say it was your birthday? Ha!--" And for a brief moment, Henry had the absolute delight of hearing Jeff of all people mock him. Yeah, yeah, he got it, this was the suckiest birthday in the history of birthdays, he didn't need a reminder, and luckily, he had a very good friend by his side who also didn't need to hear it.

Without even batting an eyelid, (y/n) snatched the laser remote from her belt and tapped the button once, firing a singular bolt at the criminal. It was enough to send him back into a deep sleep and they welcome the peace the silence brought. How long were these cops gonna be?

~A while later~

"Come on...where are the cops? I wanna eat my cake! How long did they say they were gonna be?" Henry demanded to know as he paced back and forth across the floor, not caring if he occasionally stepped on Jeff's fingers.

They'd done their bit, they'd phoned, used their best superhero voices to make the officers move their butts and they'd stuck around when it was much simpler to just go home. Their work was done, so where were those useless wastes of taxpayers' money?

"They just said they were on their way, stop panicking! I'm sure your family are being super patient and are waiting for you--us, even, to get ba--" (y/n) stumbled as her reassuring words were cut off by the quiet thrum of Henry's phone. She'd been trying to reassure herself as much as the kid, praying to God that she'd returned and the cake, her relationship and god knows what else would be fine, but now, the kid was wanted. Who wanted what now?

"Who is it?" The woman asked, peering over his shoulder, only to have her eyes widen when Henry's mom's contact flashed up on the screen. Oh god, why now? He was in uniform, she was in uniform, they couldn't be seen like this! It was so typical that they'd get a damn video call right when they were in the middle of a mission, and the thought of being caught made their tummies twist in panic.

"Ah, jeez!" henry gasped, his eyes meeting (y/n)'s and they were full of worry. Should he pick it up? Should he ignore it? Should he tear the mask from his face? Should he run and hide and hope that the problem would go away?

"Okay, okay, no need to panic. Just transform back into Henry and take the call. I'll keep watch." (y/n) told him, mustering her rationality and calm nature in their hour of need. No biggie, she could keep an eye on Jeff and the door whilst he took the call and dealt with whatever his mom wanted, it was fine. Perhaps a little annoying and impractical, but not the end of the world.

"Okay..." Henry muttered and quickly threw a gumball into his mouth so he could begin chewing. As the phone kept ringing, he blew his bubble and snapped into his civilian clothing once again whilst (y/n) took a step back towards the door. She didn't want to be caught on camera and with Henry looking like Henry again, no staff needed to walk in.

The boy looked around the room for a normal place to stand before deciding to press himself against the plain wall. The medical equipment of the blood bank would be quite a weird background and difficult to explain away if his mom noticed. So, with everything in order and (y/n) giving him a final nod, he answered the call.

"Hey-hey, mom! What's up?"

"Hey, Henry! There's a lot of people here and they want to eat your cake and Jasper thinks it's gonna melt." Mrs Hart told her son in a worried voice as she showed off the diez leche cake, which was now being fanned by everyone as well as several electronic fans. There was Piper, his dad, Charlotte, Ray, Jasper, and Schwoz, of course, but also, there was this weird woman in uniform that he'd never seen before. Where'd she come from?

"I can't keep it cool much longer. I'm sorry, Henry, I tried." Jasper groaned as he fanned with all of his might. With the refrigerator out of action, thanks to the raccoon, he couldn't stop the ice cream from dripping down the side of the cake anymore and whilst he felt an insurmountable amount of guilt, he was willing to accept defeat after giving his all.

"The thing is, we can't eat the cake until we light a candle and sing happy birthday to you." His mom went on, and for a moment, Henry felt quite glad that they were thinking about him. Well, that was generous of them, that meant they were gonna wait. Right?

"Oh, good..."

"So, we're gonna sing over the phone, right now." Or not. That sounded fucking horrible and (y/n)'s jaw practically hit the floor at the audacity of those people, her friends and doofus included. Would it kill them to be patient for one hour? No. Singing happy birthday over the phone and eating the cake without him there was downright cruel and Henry wasn't too happy about it.

"What? No, no, no, no, no, don't, don't, don't, don't do that!"

"Everyone, get together! Mrs Hart ignored him and the crowd of people in his house huddled together so all their faces could be seen, including that one random woman he still didn't know. The sight of them all getting in close made his heart lurch to his throat because it was his birthday and he was missing everything, all he could do was take in (y/n)'s sympathetic expression, but the call was the least of their problems.

"Hey, Miss Danger, Kid Danger. Sorry, we're late--" With a squeal and an instinctive reflex, Henry bolted from the wall and (y/n) shoved her full body weight against the door, forcing it to close before two very late, very unexpected police officers strolled in and saw Miss Danger with just a regular kid--who was obviously Kid Danger out of uniform. Oh god, oh, god, oh god, luck was not on their side today.

(y/n) had just slammed the door on the cops and Henry was still talking to his mother, how could they do both? There was nowhere to hide, no way to escape and at just that moment, the singing began as he panicked and the woman struggled to stop the men from forcing their way in.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

"Happy birthday to you---" Suddenly, Jeff's slurred voice joined the chorus as Henry's family and friends, plus one stranger recited that well-known song and as quick as a flash, (y/n) shot him with another laser as she dug her heels into the floor. The police couldn't come in, not just yet, they'd figure out who the kid was and then, things would get messy, and it took every ounce of strength she had to match the strength of the men on the other side.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Henry..."

"Miss Danger, are you and Kid Danger okay in there?" One of the officers asked as he got a flash of the superheroine's skirt from behind the oak. Well, they were definitely in there, he saw her, maybe not Kid Danger or Captain Man, but something was going on in there and automatically, they began to think the worst. Were they being held captive or were they injured because of the criminal?

"Uh, yes, all fine, just one moment, thank you. Kid...Kid! A little help, please!" (y/n) hissed to the boy so no one either on the phone or behind the door would hear and so, Henry rushed to help the woman shoulder the wood. Jeez, these guys were determined to get in and if they waited around much longer, the sidekicks weren't gonna be able to stop them from entering.

"Can you guys sing faster than that, please?" Henry asked his family, taking care that he didn't give them a look of (y/n) in her super suit. Sure, it would've been nice to appreciate hearing the song but right now, getting through it was more important, then, they could focus on the police.

"Happy birthday to you!" They finished singing promptly, allowing the kid to quickly say his goodbyes and leave them to annoyingly eat his damn cake.

"Thanks, love you, bye! Enjoy my cake!"

"Oh, wait, wait, wait! You have to make a wish and blow out my candle." Mrs Hart teased since she didn't want to break tradition, even though her son wasn't there. Yeah, 'cause she'd eat it without him but god forbid he didn't make a wish. Honestly, what made this woman so attractive to her lover? (y/n) could only imagine because she could be rather...mean sometimes.

"You didn't quite get it!" She smiled playfully as Henry blew out his cheeks to pretend that he was blowing out the candle, when in reality, Charlotte did it for him. Clearly, she didn't know why he was in a hurry, she just wanted the cake, but it worked well enough for the kid since he now didn't have to play the childish game.

"Yeah, he did. Bye, Henry!" And with that, the call ended, allowing the sidekicks to breathe a momentary sigh of relief before they remembered that they had another, perhaps slightly more worrying problem on the other side of the door. Right, policemen trying to get in, Henry out of costume, problem, big, need to act now.

"Quick, pop another gumball!" (y/n) told the boy breathlessly as she put all of her energy into keeping the officers away and the kid, equally as tired, nodded lethargically. This was all getting to be too much for the boy; one minute he was Kid Danger, the next he was himself, he had Jeff to worry about, himself to worry about, his party to worry about, (y/n) and whatever was going on with Ray to worry about, the police to worry about. Seriously, he couldn't catch a break.

"Oh my god..." He panted and knocked back another piece of gum, his tube significantly lighter than it had been that morning and as (y/n) watched on, he chewed and chewed and chewed until...the cops got too impatient. If they had waited just a little longer, then Henry would've transformed fully and the door would've been opened cordially, but no. Just before he began to blow the bubble, they kicked the door down. Literally.

(y/n) and Henry were thrown to the floor with the heavy, wooden door on top of them as the impatient cops stormed in, expecting to see the sidekicks in the room. Of course, they were sandwiched between the door and floor but looking on the bright side, things weren't all bad. The door provided excellent cover for Henry to finally blow his bubble and get back into his uniform with nothing but a faint glow enveloping him and (y/n). All's well that ends well.

Tentatively, the officers lifted the door from the floor, revealing everyone's favourite sidekicks underneath, who weren't looking best pleased with how they'd nearly been flatted because of these bozos. Seriously, did no one in the city know that patience is a virtue? They asked for a moment and everything, but nooo, they just had to break down the damn door.

"What were you doing under that door?" One of the cops asked, causing the boy and woman to glare at him because what the actual fuck? What kind of question was that?

"Not eating cake..." Henry replied bitterly as they just lay there, imagining what the cream, the frost, the sponge and the frozen dessert would taste like if they were back at his house right now. Diez leches...they sounded quite nice and if they imagined really hard and used their brightest brain cells, they could almost taste it on the tips of their tongues as the cops moved in on Jeff.

Soon, they thought to themselves, so very soon.

~Back at Henry's house~

Well, Henry and (y/n) would be glad to know that the cake was nice, very nice, delicious, in fact. Just as predicted and with a stroke of pure luck, everyone had received a piece of equal size with just enough left over for two extra slices. Those were reserved for the absentees and weren't allowed to be touched under any circumstances, they owed that to the kid since they'd done everything else without him.

"Oh, and when Henry called, (y/n) told me to tell you that...loves you and will be back soon." Schwoz quietly groaned through his penultimate mouthful of blissful sweetness as he stood next to Ray, who was just about done eating too. He had to admit that the cake was definitely worth waiting for, the flavours were just right and yet it wasn't the best thing he'd ever tasted, not even close. He knew a different kind of sweetness and even after the sugary treat, he couldn't kick the craving for...honey.

"She really said that?" The man asked in a hopeful voice and gazed at his handyman with wide eyes and a growing smile. After all, he'd put her through, his sweet girl was still missing his wretched heart and counting down the seconds until she was back by his side again, much like he was. He kept to his word just for her, his promise was still good and he'd been minding his tongue all afternoon as she fought crime like the girl boss she was and he couldn't wait to see her smile and receive that pledged kiss.

"Yah... You know she loves you, right?" Schwoz raised an eyebrow as he questioned the hero quietly, although Mr and Mrs Hart and Piper were too busy with their cake to care about what was being said between their guests.

Why was he so...unsure of himself? It didn't seem right for the man, he usually had the confidence to spare but then again, the Ray that other people saw was rarely the real Ray. The real Ray was the guy who (y/n) (y/l/n) got to see, the one who was terrible at love but craved it so desperately. That was who Schwoz was dealing with right now, the man who cared about the consequences of his actions because if there was one thing he wanted to have forever, it was his sweet girl.

"Yeah, 'course. I just...don't know why she does sometimes." It was still a wonder to him. Here he had this gorgeous, smart, sexy woman willing to give up every other man's existence and settle down with him, a guy with emotional issues, personality issues, work issues, and most frustratingly, relationship issues. All those exes would haunt him for the rest of his life; he could scrap the bedpost and make (y/n) the only notch on it but there were so many faces he used to know and one of them just happened to be his sidekick's mother.

Honestly, truly, sincerely, he didn't want to make a move on someone else, no other girl could compare but that's just how he communicated with the fairer sex. Moms just...clicked something in his mind and before he knew it, he was knee-deep in trouble with a forlorn fiancée.

"Because you treat her right. And you make her feel brave and safe and special." Jasper suddenly piped up from his right, having overheard the entire conversation as he ate his cake. For him, it was quite amusing to hear Ray doubt himself because if only he could hear the praises (y/n) sang when he wasn't around. She'd pined for him for years and could bang on about how perfect he was for hours and his flaws. What flaws? They were just part of the package.

"Yeah, and how do you know this?" Ray gave Jasper a wary expression because whilst he quite liked being reassured, he wasn't used to turning to this kid for advice. Henry, yes, Charlotte, maybe, Jasper, no. He was a bit of an idiot, Ray made no secret about that and therefore, he was reluctant to trust him, believing that this was a misunderstanding or just some mumbo-jumbo Jasper-esque bullshit that wasn't to be trusted. How could he know about his sweet girl's feelings? No, he couldn't believe him.

"Because she said so. You'd be surprised how much she talks about you when you're not around. Dude, she's in love with you." The boy said softly, watching as Ray swallowed from the emotion and weight of his words.

It wasn't very often that they had a tender moment together and in Henry's kitchen of all places, but it was the truth. Ray would never be able to hear how (y/n) rambled about how great he was, how she longed to be with him a few years ago and was now set to be with him forever, he'd never know just how happy that made her, but he could get a pretty good idea.

"I'm in love with her too..." The hero mumbled in reply, feeling his heart warm when he admitted the words without shame or shyness. Maybe sometimes he didn't deserve her or didn't properly appreciate what the universe had gifted to him, but by God, not once had he ever regretted or stopped loving his girl, she was the most precious thing in his life. He'd be lost without her--his best friend and lover in one person, wasn't that the dream?

"Don't you think you should tell her that, not us?" Schwoz asked as he pushed whipped cream around his plate and toyed with a few chocolate chips. It was no good Ray telling them about how much he loved the woman, it was like "the long wait" as Schwoz liked to call it all over again. Love needed action and a dash of courage to make it work and a good place to start was a strong foundation.

"Yeah..." Ray broke out in a small smile, knowing that genius was right. It wasn't scary, (y/n) would never laugh or mock him. She was too sweet for that and felt the same as he did. It was settled then; when she returned, he'd repledge his love for her and everything would go back to normal. Great, glad to know that was over and for his success in reaching what could only be described as an epiphany, Ray reached for a second helping of cake. Come on, he deserved it, he was a man in love and set to marry the girl of his dreams.

"What are you doing?" Jasper snapped as he slapped his hand away after seeing it creep towards one of the spare slices. Of course, Ray would never touch (y/n)'s slice, he fully expected to sit and woo her as she enjoyed it but Henry's cake? That was a different matter. Surely, a small nibble of the corner couldn't hurt...

"I want that piece," Ray said whilst Schwoz licked his plate clean. Anyone would want it, the diez leches really lived up to their fame but, no, that slice was reserved for the birthday boy and the other was reserved for (y/n)--the two people who'd sadly been out doing very important "makeup shopping".

"But these are the last pieces. And you already had one."

"So?" Ray shrugged and went to grab Henry's slice. Hell, maybe he could get a mouthful from the other one too, he was sure his sweet girl wouldn't mind too much, he was her doofus after all, but on second thoughts, perhaps not. He wanted to stay in her good books and the other was just as good, why couldn't he be the one to sample it just a smidge?

"We need to save that piece for Henry and that piece for (y/n). Don't you want to let your...sweet girl have a piece too?" Jasper asked bravely as he caught the man's wrist and all those fluffy feelings from the previous tender moment vanished. Now, Ray's irritation was back and all because he didn't like other people mentioning that nickname, his greedy side couldn't handle it. It was his, he came up with it and he loved seeing how happy it made his girl when he said it. That was his happiness, no one else's.

"Unhand me, boy!" Ray snapped and tried to grab the flimsy paper plate that held one of the last pieces but to no avail. When Jasper felt protective, he was like lightning and as such, he swooped in and grabbed both plates before anyone else could claim them. No one was gonna ruin the final part of Henry's birthday, even if it killed him.

"Jasper, what are you doing? There's a raccoon in that fridge!" Mr Hart asked worriedly as he looked up and saw that the teen was playing with fire. As he balanced the cake slices in both hands, Jasper also had one finger hooked around the handle of the fridge door, the same fridge that was currently housing a crazed raccoon baying for human blood. Was he trying to get them all mauled?

"Oh, I know! And if anybody tries to take Henry or (y/n)'s final pieces of cake, I'm gonna let this raccoon out!" The boy warned, causing everyone to gasp as he carefully wrapped an extra finger around the handle without dropping one of the plates. Oh, he was deadly serious, no one was gonna budge with such a threat being dangled in front of them. This cake was sacred and Jasper was its sworn guardian.

"Ummm, that's a bad idea." The random woman warned him, who turned out to be an officer from animal control who like many others, had decided to overstay her welcome when brought face-to-face with the diez leches cake. If anyone knew the danger, it was her, but she was still too busy shovelling ice cream into her mouth to do her job.

"I'll do it!

"You don't have the guts." Ray taunted Jasper as he threatened them all, his fist tightening around the metal. Jasper was all bark and no bite, the hero knew that; there had been plenty of times when he'd tried to be brave and forceful only to slip up at the last minute. No, he was bluffing, Ray was sure of that. He had to be.

"Get him, boy!" And just to prove him wrong, Jasper, dear, sweet Jasper, yanked open the fridge and stood to the side for the raccoon to attack the man who doubted him. The problem, though, was that the damn animal wasn't trained, neither was it loyal to anyone in particular and after so many hours of being locked in the fridge, it was quite cranky. So, rather than Ray, it jumped on Jasper and started shredding him to ribbons. Cue the chaos.

"Aghhh!" The boy screamed and scrambled to hide behind Ray's indestructible body as the creature started to roam freely around the kitchen. Was it foaming at the mouth? Were those claws as sharp as they looked? Were its fangs ready to pierce their flesh? No one fancied sticking around to find out and almost immediately, there was a mad stampede for the back door.

And in the confusion of Piper and Charlotte making a break for it, just as Mr Hart was tugging his wife to the door, Mrs Hart tripped and fell. Well, every man for himself and everything, Jake just left her to get eaten and ran out the door, leaving Mrs Hart on the kitchen tiles with a speechless Ray. "Honey!"

That wasn't very nice and now, he had a choice. Should he leave her there to get attacked, save her like a knight in shining armour or do the hero thing and offer his cordial assistance? Option three sounded quite good.

"Come with me if you wanna live." Okay, maybe he couldn't quite resist a dramatic rescue line, but all the same, he offered the woman a polite hand up and pulled her to her feet in a way you'd do with a friend who'd scuffed their knee. Well, he'd done the right thing and Mrs Hart gave him a grateful smile as he dropped her hand and she dusted herself off. It was more than her husband had done.

"Thank you. Miss (y/l/n) is very lucky to have you." Kris gave him one of her bright smiles as they briskly walked to the door before the raccoon made another move. Once upon a time he would've grasped her hand or put an arm around her shoulders but no, now, he was adamant that he was gonna draw the line between them. Friends, sure, that was fine, but flirting, nope, he had several new reasons to avoid that like the plague.

"Actually, ma'am, I'd say I'm lucky to have her." Was it cheesy? Maybe. Was it a bit cliche? Possibly. Was it the indisputable, honest, simple truth? Definitely.

"Oh, Henry's told me all about you two and how adorable you are," the woman grinned, causing Ray to blush at how he and his fiancée were a source of gossip, "now, tell me about this wedding. Have you set a date yet?"

"Well, we were thinking about the spring, (y/n) loves the blossoms on the trees--" And so, they fell into a deep, chipper conversation all about the ceremony, the honeymoon and the few plans that had already been decided on by the couple. There wasn't much to say about how long they'd been engaged already, but Mrs Hart wanted to hear it all.

Seeing a man get so excited and so distracted from his surroundings just because he was talking about the girl he was gonna marry was truly adorable--she understood what Henry meant when he said soulmates. Those were rare these days and despite appearances, she was happy for them.

And meanwhile, back in the kitchen as they made for safety, the animal control officer was proving to be more than useless. Apparently, raccoons have a love for diez leches ice cream cake just as much as humans do and the moment it saw the leftovers on her plate, the raccoon decided it wanted a taste.

"I'm not scared of you!" She cried, clutching the plate close to her chest as she tried to remember all of her training. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, she was the one with the net and tranquilliser gun, but as the raccoon inched closer, her resolve broke and she couldn't stay brave any longer. The animal control woman legged it and took her cake with her, leaving the creature to seek out another source of leche-y goodness.

And the only other source was up on the counter--Henry and (y/n)'s pieces of cake--so that's where it went, right up onto the kitchen island where it could lick at the icing to its heart's content. And of course, one piece wasn't enough, the raccoon didn't just stick to one piece; no, it alternated between the two, lapping at the melting ice cream wherever it could find it--and that's what the victorious sidekicks discovered as they finally burst through the door.

"Hey, we're back!" Henry announced as he and (y/n) rushed into the house, having safely left Jeff in the hands of the dumb police officers. No more call-outs, no more emergencies, just a relaxing evening with his friends and family. Speaking of which, where were his friends and family? No Ray, no Jasper, no parents, no sister, no Charlotte, no Schwoz, no Jasper, not even the random lady. Huh?

"Hello? Anybody here?..." (y/n) called out as she closed the door behind them. This felt...odd, like a lot of the parties she'd been to, it was dead. Not one soul to be seen and she felt a bit nervous as to where her doofus had disappeared to. She had a kiss to give him..."Where is everyone?"

"I don't know..." Henry mumbled and suddenly, he grew very quiet when something caught his eye in the kitchen. Not much, just a small flash of grey amongst the bright furniture and as they edged closer, he could swear that the grey blob was...moving? Was it? No...it couldn't be the raccoon...oh, yes, it was. It was the damn raccoon and the pair's faces descended into horror and confusion when they saw it nibbling away at their cake. Their cake. The cheek of the thing.

"Is that raccoon eating our diez leches cake?" (y/n) asked Henry as they stood and observed the animal licking at both plates. She just wanted to make sure that he was seeing what she was seeing because if not, then this had to be a dream or a hallucination. That raccoon was eating her cake, her doofus was off god knows where with whoever and this day was going really weirdly...

"Yeah..."

"What are we gonna do?" That was the question to ask. It was all right wondering about everything but they'd worked damn hard to return to that sweetness and they couldn't just let it go now. Were they gonna shoot the raccoon? Shoo it away? Scare it? Trap it back in the fridge? She really hoped that he had an idea because she'd seen what it had done to his dad and super-regeneration or not, that wasn't for her.

To her surprise, Henry said nothing, didn't even look at her as he grabbed her hand and started walking. He didn't run or shout or head for the back door to join the others congregating in the backyard. Nope, he headed straight for the raccoon and for a moment, (y/n) was quite confused as they hunched over the counter and got up close and personal with it until he carefully picked up two spare forks, handed one to her and began to eat a slice of cake. "What's up?"

Look, he'd waited all day for this, don't judge him. Sure, he had to share his birthday cake with an animal that regularly ate out of trash cans but he'd take what he could get.

"This is not how I thought today was gonna go..." (y/n) mumbled through a mouthful of the cake, her eyes closed in blissed-out rapture from the flavours that hit her tongue. Okay, now she could understand all of the fuss, that was a damn good piece of cake and judging by the groan that escaped Henry, he thought so too. Well worth the wait, well, maybe.

"So many leches, am I right?" The boy grinned as he looked at the raccoon happily as if it would reply. To be fair, it wasn't a bad way to end his birthday, sure, his presents were ruined but he still had them, he'd sort of heard his birthday song, he'd tasted the cake and he had a raccoon and one of his best friends for company. Yeah, this birthday wasn't all that bad.

"You do know he's not gonna say anything back, right?" (y/n) chuckled and broke another chunk away from the cake, making sure it was not from the side the raccoon had coated in saliva. Y'know, when it wasn't on a murderous rampage, it was actually quite cute with its black mask fur and pointed snout, and it wasn't causing them any bother as Henry sought to make conversation. He had to admit, he was quite curious...

"Yeah, I know," he mirrored her grin and pushed icing around his plate whilst thinking for something to say, "so..."

"So..." (y/n) echoed, swallowing the foamy, sugary sponge in her mouth as Henry thought about the right words to use. They couldn't just eat in silence, he wanted to talk about something, but what? They had loads they could talk about but nothing sprang to mind, except for one thing. The talk of the Man Cave, the event of the year, whichever year it would be.

"So, have you and Ray decided on a date for the wedding yet?" He asked and immediately, a smile crept onto her face at the thought of discovering her favourite topic--the idea of her getting to marry the greatest man in the world. Well, say no more, she could talk for hours on the subject but when it came to the wedding, everything was still very much in its infancy stage, much like Ray had mentioned to Mrs Hart.

"Uh, no, not yet. But we were thinking about the spring. Ray loves the weather, not too hot, not too cold. Y'know?" (y/n) replied, her eyes flickering from the kid to the raccoon and back to her plate, almost as if she was feeling shy under all of the attention, but she didn't shrink away. She never did when it came to telling people about how amazing Ray was and if Henry didn't know him personally, he'd think him a saint.

"Yeah, yeah, cool..." the boy smiled softly and had a mouthful of cake before continuing, "hey, was everything okay between you guys earlier? I know how he gets with my mom and everything." That made the woman tear up just a bit. He was so considerate, he could've just swept everything under the carpet and ignored the spat but no, he wanted to make sure she was okay. Sweet kid...

"Trust me, we're gonna be just fine. He's an idiot," she sighed, "but I love him. I love him so much and he annoys me so much sometimes, but I can't help it." (y/n) confessed and placed her fork back down on the plate. The raccoon could eat the rest, suddenly, she didn't feel like eating. She couldn't bear to let him go but sometimes her mind strayed to darker places; had he picked right with her?

"Help what?" Henry asked, recognising the flicker in her eyes that told him that she was saying one thing and thinking another. Things were good, right? Please tell him that things were good, he'd come too far with this to see it burn at the last minute because of a small bump in the road.

"It's just, sometimes I wonder if he'd be happier with someone else. Maybe a mom really would be, I don't know, better?" (y/n) stroked her fingers over smooth, cold granite and twisted her engagement ring nervously, questioning whether it was right to unload all of her problems onto a kid who already had enough of his own. Henry Hart was not her therapist but he always listened so well, it always ended up like this, just like how she always listened to him.

"(y/n/n), are you kidding me? You'd be surprised how much he talks about you when you're not around. He doesn't want anyone else, just you. Don't you want him?" Henry pressed and breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes widened like he'd kicked a puppy. Did he really just ask her that? That was like blasphemy, did he not know her at all? What a thing to say. She'd wanted one man for eleven years, more even, no one else could compare.

"Of course, I do. I'm in love with him."

"Don't you think you should tell him that?" The boy echoed Schwoz from earlier and with furrowed eyebrows, she followed his outstretched hand that pointed away from the counter and towards the back door. In the time they had been talking, Henry, being the sharp-eyed super sidekick he was, had noticed that someone from the garden had grown curious as to how one raccoon could make so much noise and had left the others to investigate.

And that someone just so happened to be Ray, who stood on the threshold of the kitchen and lounge with soft, teary eyes and his feet awkwardly scuffing on the tiles. He didn't want to intrude, not when he could see that they were in the middle of a private conversation but then, he heard someone mention his name. Before he knew it, he was dropping some eaves and sneaking closer and closer until he revealed himself fully, Henry being the first to notice his boss.

It was his sweet girl, pushing half-eaten cake around a shitty, paper plate as she poured her heart's secrets out to Henry. Not to him, no, she was terrified of what he'd say about her doubting things this far down the line. Would he freak and call the whole thing off before it had even properly started?

"Ray..." (y/n) gulped at the sight of him standing there, looking just as perfect as he had before, shirt still stretched across his chest, hair messily styled, fingers twitching and rubbing together like he didn't know what to do with his hands. Oh god, had he heard everything? Nothing? The last-minute or so? Was he offended? Saddened? Happy? Angry? A little bit of both?

Expecting the worst, (y/n) built up some grand apology in her head, something about how there was no need to panic, she didn't mean to upset him, everything was fine, please, could she keep the ring? Could they still get married? But Ray didn't need to hear any of that, there was no fight, no squabble, no hard feelings in his heart, just a need to hold his girl in his arms after missing her all day. And so, all he did was hold out his arms to her. No words, no gestures, just arms out and a begging gaze that revealed how much he needed this.

(y/n) didn't need anything else either. Without a second thought and leaving Henry to eat his cake for a job well-done, she stepped forward and felt strong arms pulling her into a wall of muscle that was so hard and yet the most comfortable thing she'd ever felt. Her face was squished between his pecs and Ray dropped his cheek to rest it on top of her head.

They stayed like that for a while, just clutching at each other desperately, letting the peace wash over them for a while because that's what it was. Peace; all was forgiven and they were okay to enjoy the quiet after the storm.

"I love you, doofus." (y/n) was the first to whisper, pulling her head back ever so slightly to look up at him with a soft expression as their noses brushed. She didn't know when he had gotten so close, but it didn't matter. She didn't mind such closeness, not when it was with him.

"I love you too, sweet girl. You're it for me." Ray replied and his eyes closed at the sentiment. He'd said it before and he'd say it again; he'd searched high and low looking for the right girl for him when all along she'd been sat at home waiting for him. And now, he was done searching, he was ready to make this one last a lifetime--something he swore to her and sealed with the kiss she'd promised him.

Henry was letting to nibble the last few sprinkles with the raccoon as their lips met again and again, hands holding hips and fingers twisting t-shirt fabric. Yeah, they were all right, he was sure of that, those lovesick smiles were back and when his hands roamed down south, she didn't stop him--he didn't look.

This was just business as usual for them. This was the start of the next chapter in their lives.

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