We're not superheroes, okay?

It was weird to see Nico's palace of a summer home all dusty and abandoned, and to be able to walk around with her sneakers on without being scolded by Mr. and Mrs. Minoru. Gert couldn't say for sure, being a teenager and all, but she was pretty sure this feeling was not unlike seeing old pictures of oneself from twenty years ago.

"Smells like old Doritos," someone muttered. Which, yeah, there was that too.

"You have no idea how many pointless cocktail parties I had to endure at this place," Gert mumbled as an aside to Bay while Victor led the way into the living room. "Never thought I'd be here again, given where the owners ended up."

( Isn't recon fun? )

[[heavily adapted from runaways volume ii, issue 17, and once again with the help of justbeingbay. nfb/nfi/ooc-good, and be warned for violence in the form of a non-graphic explosion under the cut. follows this and this. two more to go!]]