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The plan was genius, fool proof, and absolutely perfect.
“Gavin…”
It couldn’t possibly go wrong.
“Why are you-“
“Don’t. Please. Don’t say anything more. Either pretend I’m not here and ignore me or help me get out.” Gavin tried to glare at you, however any real effect the glare may have had was lost in the overall image of him.
Gavin hung from a vent at about head height, his legs visibly dangling on the other side through the window. He was stuck at hip level, unable to move. He evidently knew he looked stupid, as the glaring stopped quickly to be replaced by irritated pouting and a lack of eye contact.
“How did you even get in there?” you asked, grabbing one of his hands and trying to pull him towards you.
“I thought ‘Hey, there’s no real windows or balcony or anything, how else should I get in?’, and there was a vent. So, I flew into it. And now I’m stuck.” Gavin huffed, pulling back to try and almost tug-of-war himself out of the vent.
It didn’t work, only successfully pulling you closer to him.
You moved away, trying to examine how he was stuck in the vent.
“Apparently my ass is too big.” Gavin sighed, collapsing in half so that both sides of his body drooped.
“Too thick.” You mused, trying to see if there was any wiggle room for him to squeeze through.
“It feels like the damn thing shrunk on me, honestly.”
“I don’t know how you even got your chest through if you can’t get the rest of you through, to be honest. Have you tried going backwards maybe? I can let you through the front door.” You poked his arm, watching as he batted it away half-heartedly.
“Yeah. I tried that, wouldn’t work.” Gavin sighed again. “This was a terrible plan. I’m never doing this again.”
It took the better part of 3 hours to get him unstuck, pulling him through slowly by using a combination of pivot points (you literally placed both of your feet onto the window and pulled, practically defying gravity) and his abilities to manoeuvre him safely into the building.
Later he left, head down, scuffing his toes on the floor as he waited for an elevator.
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“Gavin, why are you here?” you hissed.
It was Victor’s office; Gavin had flown through the window of a meeting room to greet you.
“I came to talk about that whole Evolver thing, about the guy who was hunting you? I wanted to ask a few more questions.”
“Not now, Gavin. Victor and I are about to have a meeting.” You shoved at him.
A tickle in your mind, one that you’d begun to attribute to your powers, and you saw Victor slowly making his way back to the office, delayed by Goldman and other LFG members.
“Quick!” you yelled, rushing up to open the window in the office. “Get out! He’s coming!”
Air suddenly whipped around the office, centralising on Gavin as he made a running start and dove through the window.
Only to be stuck at the waist.
“Fuck.”
You both froze, unable to believe what had just happened. It had been three weeks since the previous incident, and they'd managed to forget it already.
The office door clicked shut.
“So, you-… What…?” Victor’s voice carried over.
Fortunately, you mused, the window is about waist height this time instead of head height.
Gavin pulled a phone out of his jacket pocket, fortunately on the same side of the window as him.
Your phone rang.
“I swear to God, if either of you tell a soul about this…” Gavin growled over the receiver, wind howling in the background.
Victor scoffed. “Yes, I’m going to be telling someone that a magical flying man attempted to jump out of my office window. And was stuck.”
“Shut up, stick-ass.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over my taxes paying your salary. Why they bother with the likes of you however, I don’t know.” Victor shook his head at Gavin’s lower half sticking out of the window.
“We probably should deal with this quickly… It’d be really weird for you to go to meetings with him hanging out like this.” You looked apologetically at Victor.
Victor rolled his eyes. “Relax, it’s a new art piece. I call it, ‘Absolute Moron’.”
“Shut the fuck up, Victor, you asshole. I’ll fucking-“ Victor stole the phone, hanging up on Gavin immediately.
The phone rang, and you looked pointedly at Victor.
You stared at each other, before Victor’s finger slowly inched towards the red “deny” symbol and prevented the call from connecting.
“Victor.” You frowned at him.
The phone rang again. Victor’s finger moved towards the deny symbol again.
“Victor.” You huffed again.
With a sigh, Victor connected the call and returned it to loudspeaker.
“You absolute fucker! You bastard! I will-“
“What was that?” Victor asked, foot impacting Gavin’s behind in a brutal kick.
“Ow! What the fuck?!”
Victor kicked again, stomping Gavin as though the other man was a bug.
“Victor!”
“Wait- Ow, fuck- I think it’s working!”
A few more solid kicks and Gavin was free, flying again like a wingless, human bird.
“Asshole.” Gavin huffed, hanging up the phone and putting it away.
Victor grinned menacingly, shutting the window with a slam. A button was pressed off to the side, and Victor’s blinds fell, obscuring them from view.
“Victor, that was mean.”
“Good.”