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Ky was underneath a car in his mechanic shop, when he saw two pairs of feet land by his head. He rolled out from under the hatchback, looked up, and smiled.
“Michael! Leonard! What's up, boys?” Ky smirked at their annoyed expressions. That's what you get for refusing to use either of his own nicknames, motherfuckers.
“...we need your help” Len responded (just because he called him Leonard to his face, didn't mean it was easy to call him that in his head.) He was wearing his stupid leather jacket. He and Mick were each holding a small black case.
“Im guessing it has to do with whatever is in those cases. Go wait in the backroom please, this car is being a bitch. And if I don't get this done now, it'll never happen.” He says rolling back under the car. He can hear a scoff and mutters of ‘were both older then him!’ ‘I know Lenny, I know’ but he can hear their footsteps walking towards the back room.
Thirty minutes later, he walked into the backroom, rubbing the motor oil off his face with a rag. Len and Mick were both sitting at the table with the cases open. The one in front of Mich has what looks like an industrial flamethrower inside it. The one in front of Len has a big metal gun that looks like it's frosted over, especially near the nozzle.
“We do have somewhere to be Kydelius, so if you could hurry up and help us.” Leonard drawls. Kyborg rolls his eyes, why was he friends with such a drama queen?
“Alright, fine, what do you need? If it has something to do with this frost,” he takes the gun out of the case in front of Len, despite his yell of disagreement “then you didn't need to come to me. Warm water will wash it off.”
“No, no, we wouldn't waste your time on something so unimportant.” Ky gives him a look and Mick scoffs. “Fine, fine, we definitely would, but this is actually important. Have you been watching the news, reading the newspaper or any blogs?” Ky shook his head, a confused look on his face.
“Lenny and I have been in Central, which has got itself a cape with superspeed, ‘n we, or rather, Lenny, stole these guns to fight ‘im. But they got broke, and we don't trust anyone else, even Mardon, with trying to fix ‘em” He motions to the fuel tank on his gun and the trigger on Len’s, which, now that Kyborg is looking, he can see the crack on the tank and how lose the trigger is.
“Okay, but I'll need payment. Considering the risk that I'll be burned to death, or whatever the other gun does." Both of their eyes narrow at his words. “It's nothing much boys, just that the next time Mick is making his famous chicken curry, Brink and I get an invitation.” Len rolls his eyes as Mick smiles.
“‘Corse kid. I'm planning to make it next week, I'll text you the date. How's your twink doin’ anyway?” Mick grunts. Ky flushes and responds with “Brinksdoingfinebuthesnotatwink” in one breath.
“The definition of a twink is a gay man who smokes, did he quit?” Len says, the smug bastard. Ky shooed them out of his shop, waited for them to drive away, and went to the backroom and got to work.
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The following week was filled with working on the guns (Cold and Heat guns apparently, who named them?) working on cars and motorcycles, cuddling in front of movies with his boyfriend, Luce, and her girlfriend, and sparring with Luce and Mudd.
But by the time he got a text from Mick ‘Hey kid, I'm makin’ the curry tonight, get over here’ with an address attached. He had finished fixing the guns. He texted back, saying ‘we’ll be there in a few minutes’. He’d walked into his bedroom to wake Brink up from his nap so they could get ready and drive (Brink's job, just because he was a mechanic didn't mean anyone he knew trusted him behind the wheel.)
By the time they got to the safe house, the Rouges were already sitting around the table, two empty chairs in between Roy and Barry. Dinner went well, Mark, Tony, Ky, Mick, Kyle (even Hartley joined in a few times) talked about cars and engineering. Barry, and Axel were having their long standing debate about why Barry wouldn't, no, couldn't, (morally at least) help him with his explosive inventions. Shawna, Lisa, Rosa and Brink talked about their favorite clothing stores they've visited recently and makeup. While the others had, what they would most likely call, a ‘civil conversation’ about whatever. By the time dinner was done, they're all clearly full, even Barry.
“Thanks for dinner Mick.” Brink drawls, giving Lisa a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll go wait in the car, you can say your goodbyes on your own time.” He said to Ky, then walked out the door. He turned back to the Rouges, and saw Barry rolling over to him. He wrapped his arms around Ky’s waist. Ky blinked down at him.
“I just wanted to thank you for helping Tony fix my chair. It's moving a lot better now.” And, god, whoever gave Barry fucking Allen a 1000 wat smile, needed to answer for the crimes that he could convince the Rouges to commit with it.
“Of course, I'm here to help.” Ky responded, awkwardly patting his head. After the rest of the goodbyes (handshakes, hugs, kisses on the cheek) Ky walked out to Brink's car Barry followed behind him, saying he had somewhere to go, Ky shrugged and got into the passenger side.
As they drove home, they saw a streak of lightning pass the car and speed towards the outskirts of Central City. Weird.