@theatomichero location: downtown, skyscraper
There was one place Morgan always felt powerful and that was in the sky. Somedays he went with headphones plugged in, other days he dove from high as he could for the air to scream at his ear drums. Mute all that mental noise. On his own he'd landed on mountain peaks, launched himself through storm clouds, and got a little too familiar with the local bird migrations. His own escape could be as loud or peaceful as he chose.
Today, it wasn't his own escape as Olympian himself agreed to a fly day. Before last mission, Morgan's heart would have been pounding and a smile stretched ear to ear at the prospect of joining such a hero. Coming out of it, Blackout was more calm but still anxious to get out. No longer for fun, no headphones, he needed the roar to mask all the thoughts eating him up.
Surprisingly, flying at Charlie's side offered a third option. Crazy, wild, distracting pure joy. Floating, falling, flipping together or apart, mirroring those childish smiles. Fuck. Morgan really needed this. He hated himself for that. Why was life, superpowers, not enough for him? Why did he need... always need someone there too?
Charlie naturally was leagues ahead of Morgan as far as ability went, but Morgan could definitely keep up given all the solo flying he'd obsessively practiced the last month. The blond showed him how much was still to be explored and improved. A total pro. They took a break in town and landed at the local Burger Mart. Practically earning the lunch for free, if Morgan didn't toss some cash at the employees while sharp-eyed fans drove them out.
The final escape was a sheer climb atop the tallest skyscraper they could find, and that's where practically no one would find them. Kicked back, enjoying the view of infinity, fingers greased with Burger Mart signature fries and sandwiches.
"My kid showed me, ok? It's basically science." Morgan enthusiastically explained while dipping fries. "Burger Mart sauce, combined with Tangy Tiki..."
He finishes them in one bite before savoring and flourishing with a chefs kiss to the wind. Black locks being tossed about and appearing more brown in the non-polluted sunlight. "science should always taste this good."
