impossible | barry allen

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I was stood in the cortex with Cisco the next day, dressed in one of Barry's crewneck's, this one being black, a pair of blue ripped jeans with many rips in them, my hair straight and head covered in Barry's beanie, black converse on my feet, Barry's beige jacket to finish off the look.

I had taken advantage of my look today, considering the fact it was day off, and I would probably be fired if I wore this to work.

"Okay we've got eyes on Cape Canaveral, Space X, and the Xichang Space Center." I said, stood next to Cisco, Barry running in, putting his suit back.

"And Blackhawk Island." Barry walks over to the console, "That's every launch pad south of the 39th parallel."

"Good man." Cisco nods.

"Is that my hat?" Barry asks me, pointing directly at me.

"Yes." I nod.

"And my sweater?" Barry questions again.

"Yes." I nod once more.

"And- my jacket?" Barry questions, holding back a small smile.

"Damn, woman." Cisco looks at me.

"Yes." I murmur, shaking my head, "We need to get back on topic."

"You're right-" Barry nods.

"And we're sure Devoe is gonna launch the machine from an airfield?" I look between them.

"If he's shooting five satellites into synchronous orbit, that's the latitude he needs." Cisco tells me, "And whether or not he's still moping around about his wife ditching him, he's gonna resurface. And he's gonna do it soon. When he does, I whoosh. You whoosh. She bangs."

Barry takes our only weapon against Devoe in his hands, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the pole, "If I can get there in time. I mean, I'm still not fast enough to make it to Devoe's pocket dimension."

"That's why we split up." Cisco looks up, "Each one of us stakes out a different launch pad."

"You're serious?" Barry stares at him, lI mean you've seen Devoe in action."

"Yeah, the guy's a one man Legion of Doom." Cisco nods, "So send the Super Friends."

"Okay, but we're not at full super strength right now." Barry reasons, "I mean Joe's got the baby on the way and Caitlin's looking for Killer Frost. Harry's-"

On cue, Harry Wells bumps into a chair, almost falling, skidding on the ground, then jumps back up, "This chair came out of nowhere."

"Yeah-" I exhale, "It just- appeared."

"So hey, Allen." Harry points at Barry, then waves for me to come over, along with Cisco, "Allen. Ramon."

"Cisco." Cisco introduces, walking by Barry along with me.

"Cisco Ramon." Harry nods, holding his tablet in front of us, "Guys. Check this out. Somebody has been blogging about the Thinker. About Devoe and the bus metas, all of it, okay. And if we find this blogger, we can stop the Thinker."

"Hey-" I place a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, buddy."

"Hey, buddy." Harry breaks out into a smile.

"That blog-" I point at it, "That's Iris' blog. You know- Iris West?"

"Look at the byline." He points, as I took my hand off his shoulder, "It's not written by Iris West, okay? It's written by Anonymous Central City Citizen." He mimics the sounds of a mic drop, "Mic drop."

"Hold on to that mic." I clear my throat, guilt filling within me to see Harry's current state, "I asked you to proofread this for Iris earlier, remember?"