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There weren’t many people with superpowers, and most became a hero or a villain. Most, not all, because two people essentially said 'fuck that,' walked themselves into a hospital, no medical degree, and said 'hire me.'
Morgan was one of these people, though it didn't work the first time, or the second. She had been working as her brother's sidekick, which actually meant she sat in the waiting room to teleport him to urgent care if something went wrong, waiting for the order over her earpiece. It rarely ever happened, and she spent most of her time there talking to the nurses.
She had been considering changing career paths when during one of the few times her brother did need rescue, she didn't teleport half his arm with him. And then in a state of panic, teleported the detached arm. It was reattached with no issue as it was detached only for a matter of minutes, but it swayed her from the other career she had been considering.
She asked several times while waiting to be of use, asking if they would let her teleport tumors or blood clots out, or do amputations. She'd do the hard work they'd just have to deal with the internal bleeding and such after. She got the same result every time. She was not a medical professional.
Her determination only got worse when one of the friendlier nurses mentioned that when she did bring her brother in, he never had any bullets or shrapnel in him, it had been left behind like his clothes.
Morgan was still told no, until a doctor patching up her brother asked for his thoughts on the subject, had one of the worst conversations of their life, and decided Morgan needed a healthier work environment.
Alex was the second. Her approach was different from Morgan’s, in that she literally did as described above. She walked in, told the first employee she saw to hire her, ignored the given information on who she should talk to to be hired, and walked down the first hallway going door to door healing people until security caught up to her.
It worked and she was promptly paired with Morgan, the hospital’s own superpowered unit. Morgan didn’t know what Alex’s powers were beyond that they healed. She could stop bleeding, make patients numb or unconscious with just the snap of her fingers, regrow cells, spot things wrong with the body no one was even looking for. You name it, she did it. But whenever someone asked for clarification of her powers, she’d only say that she heals. She was impressive, and Morgan had no idea why Alex continued to insist on working with her, even when she’d used up her power for the month.
It had been like this for years, Alex refusing to work unless Morgan was there. And she was touched that her best friend wanted to spend time together and that she stood up for her, but when her power ran dry there was nothing she could do to help.
Answers came in the form of a very upset wife of a patient.
“Just teleport him!” The wife cried, way too far into Morgan’s personal space.
Morgan uses her best ‘please calm down’ voice. “Ma’am, I don’t have enough energy to. If I were, it wouldn’t be all of him. The shrapnel has already put him in a delicate state and not only is the removal and reattachment of any limbs unnecessary, but risky.”
“What kind of hero are you?!” She shouts before launching herself at her.
Morgan braces for the hit, but instead, hears a thud and the scrap of metal. She opens her eyes to see the wife restrained in a chair that wasn’t there before. The metal arms of the chair wrap around the woman’s, and the air between them shimmers from a force field. Looking around the room, she first thinks everyone is staring at her, but she realizes they’re looking behind her, and she looks over her shoulder to see Alex. Alex, who had been on the fourth floor moments ago, and had just done several other non-healing based things.
Alex is clearing fuming, and snaps to the room at large, “we’re going on break.” She grabs Morgan by the arm and hauls her away.
“Alex,” Morgan says.
“Hold on.”
“Alex wait,” Morgan tries again.
Alex stops and Morgan nearly bumps into her.
Alex huffs a breath, trying to cool off. “I’m going to explain, I’d just like to get somewhere private first, alright?”
“Oh, right, that makes sense, yeah go ahead.” Morgan nods minutely.
Alex resumes hauling her through the building, her grip lighter but still firm. Eventually, Alex stops outside a seemingly random door, and shoves Morgan inside, following after and closing the door. The light is turned on to reveal that they're in a broom closet, to which Morgan raises an eyebrow. Alex turns a light pink but says nothing.
“Your power isn’t healing, is it?” Morgan starts.
“Yes and no.” Alex replies.
“Explain.”
“Well, I’ve clearly been using it to heal. I can also just do other things.”
“Like?” She questions.
“Everything,” Alex says plainly.
Morgan scoffs. “You can’t do everything, that's impossible. Sure, you have the healing stuff, and apparently force fields, and telekinesis, and some control over metal. And either teleportation or super speed, and you’re turning purple in front of me to prove your point, and I’m floating, and holy shit you really can do anything.”
Alex lets out a laugh, returning herself and gravity to normal, and helps Morgan land safely.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing here then?!” Morgan exclaims, trying to keep her volume low. “You could be out there being a hero!” Morgan thinks briefly on Alex’s personality, “or a villain! You’ve gotta be at least A tier, if not S! Why are you here?”
“You,” Alex says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’m sorry what can you repeat that?”
Alex fidgets with her hands before speaking. “I tried being a hero, and it was so fucking boring. Then I tried being a villian, and probably would still be if I hadn’t seen this article about you. ‘Sidekick leaves the family business to be a doctor.’ Figured I might as well try it, didn’t realize how much I’d love it.”
Alex steps closer. “Out on the battlefield, as a hero, there were so many rules. And as a villain, I could at least be creative with it, have fun. But with both I was always going to win. There was never going to be a different outcome. But here? Sometimes there's nothing you can do, sometimes you lose the fight. I can’t predict the body the way I could my enemy’s next move. When someone comes in with respiratory issues and then you find a tumor on their heart. It’s surprise after surprise and it’s addictive. And if you hadn’t say fuck you to your brother I never would’ve tried this. You inspired me.”
“I… inspired you?” Morgan feels close to tears.
Alex nods. “I owe you so much.”
“I… You can probably move mountains and I’m just a lowly sidekick-”
Alex takes her face in her hands, thumb swiping under her eye to wipe away a tear Morgan hadn’t felt escape. “You are so much more than that, fuck your brother and parents for making you think you aren't. You’re clever, you turned what was considered a weak power into one of the strongest, you don’t let anyone control you, you’re the first person to use their powers for something besides fistfights. You’re the most important person in the world to me and I’d do anything for you. I love you.”
Morgan searches Alex’s eyes and finds nothing but care and honesty, and with a weak voice says, “Are you going to kiss me?”
The closest door opens and they stare at a wided-eye janitor who stares back.
“I. I need the windex.” He says.
Alex uses telekinesis to throw it at him and slam the door, not wanting to take her hands off Morgan.
She turns back to Morgan before the door even fully closes and bends down to kiss her. Morgan sighs into the kiss and presses against her, putting her arms around Alex’s neck and sliding a hand up into her hair. Morgan steps forward and leads them so Alex’s back is against the wall, and swipes her tongue across the other’s lips.
Alex groans, and deepens the kiss eagerly. She takes a hand and puts it under Morgan’s thigh, hoisting her up with super strength to put them at even height.
That’s so fucking hot, Morgan thinks.
They can’t pull apart long enough to properly catch their breath, leaving them gasping between kisses. Morgan starts to suspect Alex’s gasps aren't from lack of breath, as she keeps wasting the opportunity to breathe to talk.
“Fuck.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“I love you.”
Morgan decides she wants to hear more, and starts making her way down Alex’s jaw, aiming for her neck.
The hand not holding Morgan up travels up and down her side as she works, squeezing intermittently. “God. Christmas party, three years ago. That dress you wore. I spent ten minutes in the bathroom splashing cold water on my face trying to calm down, you looked so fucking good.”
Shit, letting her talk was a mistake. “Alex,” Morgan says. “If you don’t shut up I’m going to have to fuck you here in this damn closet.”
When she looks up all she sees on Alex’s face is excitement.
There's a knock at the door.
“Uh, I’m just leaving the windex by the door, if you can put it back, when you’re done…” The janitor’s voice trails off, followed by the sound of rapidly leaving footsteps.
They both look from the door back to each other.
“I normally don’t because it’s kinda your thing. But I can teleport, if you want a bed.” Alex offers, breathing heavy.
“Do it. We can have work sex later.”
Alex’s responding grin is downright devious before she whisks them away.