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As your head hit the pillow, your mind started racing with possibilities. You weren’t in a terrible hurry to follow up on any pressing matters. At least, not at this very moment.
You were still waiting on the others to come back with information concerning the Silvertongue, and those jobs that Cat told you about weren’t particularly time sensitive.
You were free to do whatever you wanted. But all you wanted to do right now was help Cindy. And if you couldn’t do it by killing a supernatural monstrosity-
Just then, the sound of the fridge door opening and slamming shut broke you out of your reverie. And immediately afterwards, a brilliant idea popped into your head!
There was something else you could do that would help you and Cindy both.
Stretching out your arm, you snagged your phone with a webline and pulled it into your waiting hand. And with it, you did some rather thorough Google searching.
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The next day, you got up early, confirmed that everything had gone exactly as planned, and got a jump start on breakfast. This time, though, Cindy didn’t wake up to help. She was still exhausted from her training session with Matt.
Seeing as how your class wasn’t for another few hours, you put some foil over her plate and allowed her to sleep in. She was working hard, after all.
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After a hushed conversation with Flint, the big man headed back out, and you decided that it was better for you to wake up your ward and inform her of your plans for the day.
You stepped into her room, wearing your Huntsman suit and carrying your casual clothes in a gym bag at your side. Despite being a light sleeper, she didn’t stir when you approached. You took this time to examine her physical condition, noticing the amount of bruising on her arms weren’t nearly as bad as you’d thought they’d be.
Either she was learning fast under Matt’s tutelage, or he was very good at controlling the amount of force he exerted. You wouldn’t be surprised either way. The guy knew how to scrap.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Cindy. Wake up.”</span> you urged her, shaking her shoulder with a gloved hand. <span class="mu-r">“We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”</span>
She groaned and waved you away. You sighed, bent down, ripped the covers off of her slight frame, scooped her up in your arms and picked her up. This elicited even more groaning.
As you turned to carry her out of the room, she surprised you with a sudden burst of activity. In a blur of motion, her legs kicked up, her hands clasped around your neck, and her body swung downwards like a pendulum. But instead of landing on the round normally, she utilized her momentum and her athletic capabilities to swing back up and make another round trip by using her upper body strength to swivel around your head.
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