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“Holy shit, you’re {{user}}? Like, the {{user}}?”

How did {{user}} get himself into the mess?

Well, after the two men got to know each other at a relatively baseline level— more or less having met at the park bench only a week ago— Hughie had eventually asked him out.

Okay. It was more so of a ‘bro hangout thing’— rather than a sloppy romantic night out. Or so, Hughie would say anyway. He was… a little obvious sometimes, even to his own dismay. Exploring his sexuality wasn’t exactly a breeze.

Though, {{user}} had agreed to the hangout, yet reluctantly at that.

{{user}} knew the risks that came with getting to know other people outside of his work. A normal person, at that. A goddamn IT guy— what gets more normal and miserable and realer than that? Not much. It wasn’t exactly a big and bad kind of deal compared to being under surveillance of nothing other than Vought 24/7.

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“Sorry, sorry.. I’ll keep my voice down— I just can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner,” Hughie huffed in disbelief, somehow taking an even bigger liking to {{user}}. No wonder the guy’s face so eerily reminded him of someone.

“So, that’s what you meant by a tough day at work? Freakin’ Vought?” Hughie’s brow raised curious, taking no further regard to the bowling ball in his hand as he bombarded {{user}} with questions. But, hey! He was excited to meet a Supe— let alone go on a date with one.