Broken Pieces

Chapter Two

"I'm home!" Carson called out, immediately growing suspicious when all that greeted him was silence. Silence was never a good thing in the apartment he had. Within the two years he had been there, each time he walked in to no chaos, it had him on edge.

He hesitated, taking a deep breath before steeling his courage and rolling through the door, shutting and locking it behind him. "Guys?" he asked warily. Maybe he should just go back out to the store. With what those two mischief makers could do to cause trouble, he wasn't particularly fond of the idea of finding out just what they were up to.

A shriek left his lips as two men clambered through the window quickly. Carson's eyes widened and he hastily pulled them through the rest of the way before slamming the window closed and yanking the burgundy curtains shut. "The hell are you doing?" he yelled, his voice much higher than normal. "It's the middle of the day! You could've been seen!"

The two in question rubbed their heads and fixed the boy with sheepish smiles. "Robbery down off of fifth," Tyler, who was sporting a red and gold spandex suit explained, tearing off his mask and letting out a sigh, massaging the area around his eyes.

"It's not like we could just sit around when we could help," Mason added, already unzipping the dark green and silver outfit he donned and groaned as he popped his back. He was quick to follow his friend in taking off his mask. "Man we need to make new ones. This is cutting into my skin."

Carson just groaned and rolled to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the carton of orange juice. It was too early to deal with his idiot roommates. They lacked common sense more than should be normal and he wanted nothing more than to hit them over the head repeatedly with the purple umbrella that remained propped against the front door. Seriously. The amount of stupid in their brains had to be life threatening. Why couldn't they just duck into an alley and change instead of going through their window in broad daylight.

The crippled young man continued to mutter under his breath as he poured a glass of orange juice before placing the carton back in the fridge. He brought the glass to his lips and finished off half of it quicker than he probably should have but it wasn't as if he cared. He sat there for a few moments longer to regain his composure before downing the last of the drink and placing the glass in the sink.

He had met the two super dorks a year prior after one of his physical therapy appointments. The appointment had gone on for longer than it was supposed to and by the time he had finally left, the sun had already set and the street lamps had turned on. It had been a completely normal 'walk' until he came across the two arguing in an alley with both their masks on the ground as they wrestled. He had just cleared his throat, told them to find a better place to pick a fight with each other, and simply rolled away as if nothing happened. The following day, they had somehow managed to find him and convinced him to let them move into his brand new apartment. He hadn't cared, demanding that they take care of the cleaning in exchange seeing as he loathed anything to do with the dishes, and the rest was history.

When he made it back to the sitting area, the two were still standing there, though they had changed out of their suits. When they heard him enter, he was immediately attacked by apologies and two pairs of dark brown orbs were fixed on him along with pouts. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "You two are absolutely unbelievable. Didn't you say that Spectator guy was trying to find you both? What if he had followed your dumbasses?"

"Spectron," Tyler corrected pathetically, but immediately shut his mouth at the withering look he received, shifting his gaze to the floor.

"We led him to the other side of town so it's not like he's going to find us," Mason chimed in, seeing as his brother was not wanting to answer the other question. He regretted it though when Carson's scowl was immediately fixed on him. "C'mon," the tall male whined, following behind Carson's wheelchair as the younger male began to roll away. "We were careful! I promise!"

Carson sighed, rubbing his temples before looking back. "You two really need to be more careful," he finally said, lowering his voice at the sight of both supers' pouts and owlish eyes. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked to change the subject seeing as both himbos looked about ready to cry. They always hated getting scolded and acted like a pair of toddlers when they were.

"Chinese!"

"No! Seafood!"

"We had seafood two days ago!"

"So?"

"Mexican!"

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Carson tapped his fingers impatiently against a table at the Chinese takeout place down the street. He had decided to get Chinese for the three of them whether they liked it or not seeing as he had left while they were still arguing about just where to pick up the food from. His stomach growled lowly at the smells that surrounded the small place and he wanted nothing more than to just dig into the food as soon as it was ready.

A call of his name had him wheeling forward quickly and just as he had tucked the large paper bag filled with food into the side of his chair, the door burst open to reveal three men decked head to toe in black. Carson's eyes widened as they drew guns and he hastily put his hands in the air when one was pointed at him. He could feel the sweat that had begun at the top of his hairline begin to gather and his breathing began to speed up into quick pants. Now really wasn't the time to have a panic attack.

"Give me your wallet," a hoarse voice ordered roughly and Carson whimpered slightly at the sight of the gun moving closer to him. A glance to his left showed the poor woman who ran the business to be shaking as she clumsily opened the register to hand over the cash in it.

The wheelchair bound man slowly reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet and he prayed that the man wouldn't be too disappointed in the five dollars in ones, his college ID that made him look orange, and three sticks of spearmint bubblegum he had in it. He had only grabbed enough cash to pay for their food. Seeing as they all ordered the same thing every time, he had memorized the amount.

The gun pressing into his temple made him fumble slightly in his pocket before he shakily handed the worn leather over. "Here," he said quietly, quite proud of the fact that his voice didn't crack from his nerves. The pride was quickly shoved out the door when the man simply scowled after looking through its contents.

"Where's the rest?" he growled out and Carson quickly shook his head, wincing slightly when the barrel of the gun was pressed harder against his temple.

"Th-that's all I have!" he rushed out quickly with wide eyes and yelped when the man simply kicked over his chair.

He didn't bother looking up at the man and instead took to covering his head. That seemed to be the right idea seeing as not even three seconds later, the window at the front of the store shattered. He caught a glimpse of a flash of red and immediately his thoughts went to his roommates. That vanished though when he saw the tall build. Sure his roommates were tall, but this man was obviously a bit taller and more bulky.

When the super looked over, glowing yellow eyes met his and he watched with a slack jaw as the super easily snatched the three men and practically threw them outside. He made to step forward to Carson as if going to help him before he simply grinned and waved, jumping out of the restaurant after the two men.

Carson's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he righted his chair and managed to haul himself into it. "Jerk," he muttered, before opening the bag of food to eat until the cops arrived. Like hell was he going to stay hungry.

(A.N so sorry for the long pause in between chapters! Hope you all enjoy it!)