Central City, Missouri: Home Sweet Home

[bluelonewolf]

It wasn't like he was going all out. You had to make sure to concentrate on this. The Flash was spinning his arms and running at the same time, that took concentration, you try doing it sometime!
But at any rate, keeping Neutron aloft was fine.
"I wish we could send him to the moon, but there's no atmo up there to blow through!" said Flash, "Can't launch him into the gulf from here, either!"
Yeah, that was a ways away.

[AnT]

And there was no time....like ever....

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

A massive purple blast, in the sky, exploded from the armored man, and threatened to expand down on the city.

"Oh crud...!" With nothing he could do, he shot off down the street.

[bluelonewolf]

Flash grimaced and did what he could- catapult the source of the explosion into the air as far as he could, as far away from the city as possible. He yelled something bestial and rather un-Flash-like as he spun his arms as fast as he ever had to force the explosive energy back into the atmosphere.

[AnT]

"NO FLASH NOOOO!!!" he cried, seeing the explosion expand in the sky, lighting it with its pink hue.

[bluelonewolf]

As the explosion smoked high above Central City, below it, on the ground in a heap, lay Wally West...fucking exhausted and trying to pick various bits of unfortunate shrapnel out of his skin.

"...I need my wife...and a drink...preferably bourbon," he muttered, very much winded. He grimaced as he dug some metal out of a large gash in his arm.

[AnT]

Gritting with his nerves tightening, he couldn't believe Flash survived. History said he was destroyed in the blast. Could his help prevented that?

Suddenly, the built-in computer in his visors locked a target-lock somewhere in the city, with the readings of Neutron. Quickly, Impulse dashed off, zipped into an alley, many blocks away.

He can see light forming into human muscles...forming into Neutron. This was part of his powers; reforming himself after blowing up like that. But without his suit, he won't be able to control his powers, and the next blast could be stronger than the last.

So, he flicked a small black ball into the energy body before it could form solid skin. The ball disintegrated into liquid that filled into its entire body. With a flash of light...

...the body formed into a naked bald man. "Uh...wha...happened...?"

[bluelonewolf]

Well, maybe his interference somehow changed the timeline to the point at which this was now an alternate universe. Maybe chaos mathematics happened differently in this iteration and shrapnel or other forces that killed him went elsewhere. Maybe the other Flash didn't have a clear path to take Neutron out of the city. But right now, Flash was alive, that was what mattered...even if he was a bit of a wreck. He got up, holding his arm, headed for Neutron.

"You realize that you could've killed over four hundred thousand people?" he said bitterly, wishing he had handcuffs.

[AnT]

"W-Wha...what you talking about?!" the man asked in panic. "Where am I?"

"I think he's going to need more than handcuffs. Like maybe a blanket."

[bluelonewolf]

Luckily if there was ever a kind superhero, Flash was one. He had a feeling something weird was going on.

"Central City, Missouri, and give me a second, Impulse...I might have to call in a favor before things get hot in here..."
He touched his earpiece.
"Chloe, you there? We've got an oddity that we need to take a deeper look at..."
He winced- his arm hurt. He'd probably need some medical attention.
"And warm up a Z-Tube, I don't think I've got the stuff to run this guy to base right now."

[AnT]

"Sure thing."

During that time, Impulse went somewhere in the city for a blanket, and came back to wrap it around the troubled man. But as he did, his computer visor picked up fighter jets shooting over the city...SHIELD brand, to be exact.

"I'll tow the dude. Race ya to the crib." Lifting the man on his back, Bart blasted off.

[bluelonewolf]

This SHIELD group had become annoyingly frequent sights over the city.

"Easy for you to say when you don't have shrapnel in your arms and legs," he muttered as he also took off.

---

Once they got back to his house, first thing that Flash did was call his wife.

"Come on, Linda, pick up..."


"Wally, anything the matter?" she answered quickly.


"Ah, nothing. Sink went off again. Bit leaky but I can fix it."


"Good, I wouldn't want to have to call a plumber when my husband's just fine," she responded with a sigh of relief.
All this code was in case someone was listening in on the conversation. But it basically meant that he was back and a bit battered but he'd be fine and she didn't have to worry.


"Love you, babe."


"Love you, too, Wally."


He sighed and hung up. "Well, this is a grand predicament...Nice work out there, kid."

[AnT]

Grinning, as he kept racing, "Yea, and nice little stunt there. Man seeing the season 3 Flash in action was so crash!"

[bluelonewolf]

AnT, they're home already.

"...Please don't tell me slang is that lame in the future. And what do you mean by 'Season 3' Flash?" he asked, confused.
He sat down and waited for the Zeta-Tube stashed in his broom closet to activate.

[AnT]

Which was already lit open.

"Whatchu takin' about? Crash is crash! And I mean season 3. I mean, Jay Garrick is season 1 Flash, my gramps is season 2 Flash. So you're season 3."

[bluelonewolf]

"Whatever," he sighed, not in the mood to argue about lame slang terms right now, "Let's just get our half-naked friend to Chloe and get me stitched back together again."
He headed through the tube, wincing a bit as he did so.