Misfits (ekko x reader)

XXXV.

Author's note: So another break happened, but I'm still alive and I still have a lot of chapters to post so here you go!! :]
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You had the box secured in a pocket of your pants, hidden from the eyes of anyone, the whiskey bottle on the other hand was still sticking out a little. A bang echoed through the sewer tunnels as you came to the hideout entrance. When it was left unanswered for a few moments, you secured your hoverboard on your back and pressed into the round rock. With a lot of effort it finally moved and you slipped in before the stone could squish you as it rolled back into it's place.

You looked around, taking note of anyone who was present and what they were doing. Ekko was nowhere to be seen, which was probably a good thing in that moment. Your hoverboard stayed on your back and you walked up the stairs leading around the tree, through the interrogation room's balcony and to you own room. The doors flung open and you went inside, locking them behind you. You took the box with shimmer vials out of your pocket and luckily, it was undamaged. One of your desk's drawers became its hiding place, in hopes that noone exept you ever needed to open it.

You left your room and flew down towards the ground, looking for something to do, maybe play tag with the kids and practice your new skill? Or ask Scar for a fighting training? Actually, where was he? And where was Ekko? And some more of the older members. Your eyes set on two kids sitting nearby, giggling at something.
"Hey, do yall know where everyone is?"
You waved and flew over to them, hopping off your board and letting it lay on the ground.
"They're taking down a shimmer shipment, hopefully they'll all be back before dark."

You nodded and left the kids to be, promising that if they wanted to, you could all play something. Alright, the punching bag it is. It was a little while since you've practised with it, so it wouldn't hurt. You drew a few deep breaths and bore your eyes into in, clenching your palms into fists and beginning to lay a punch after punch. Your feet moved with the direction of the bag, stepping aside and imagining it was Silco who you were hitting. Your blows begun to get increasingly stronger and sweat started to trickle down your face.

Shallow breath forced you to take a break. You started to slowly pace around the bag and wipe sweat off your face, noticing you have a little audience consisting of three kids, the two you talked to before and Scar's oldest daughter. They sat on the ground a few meters away and when they saw that you stopped, they ran over to you.
"[Reader]! We're hungry and everyone's out doing something, can you make us something to eat?"
You eyes widened at their request and Scar's daughter started dragging you to the kitchen.
"Me? I mean, I can try, but no promises okay?"
"We'll help you!"

"Okay, what do yall want to eat?"
"Uhhhhh, I dunno, what can we have?"
"I've got no idea, okay, let's see what's round here and think of something."
You opened a cabinet and looked around, there was an opened bag of rice, few potatoes and various other ingredients. However your eyes had a certain target, you reached in and pulled out a jar filled with noodles.
"Do yall want vegetable noodles? I should be able to cook that."
"Sure! We'll go get the vegetables!"
The two kids you talked to earlier scurried off and Scar's daughter stayed with you.

The two of you started to cook the noodles while the other kids chopped few vegetables. You handed Scar's daughter a spatula and sat her on the counter, letting her mix the noodles while you prepared a pan for the chopped up vegetables.
"While we're at it, how about we prepare food for everyone so they have something to eat when they get back?"
"Okay!"
The two ran to get more vegetables and you looked around for any spices to add to the mix, while keeping one eye on the boiling noodles.