The particle accelerator wasn't supposed to malfunction that night.
But when it did, not only did it create The Flash and many other meta-humans...
It created Swift.
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Anna Wells, the niece of Harrison Wells, was your normal everyday girl...
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potential energy part two
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THE TEAM OF five—consisting of Anna, Shannon, Jay, Caitlin, and Barry—entered the museum filled to the brim with chatting rich people wearing dresses and suits that were probably more expensive than Anna's car that she hadn't used in over a year. No one on the team knew exactly how to act for a black-tie event, but they managed to get past the security at the front door so they were doing fine so far.
Barry sighed and tightened his grip on Anna's hand, keeping her close. "Alright. Keep your eyes open for the Turtle," he said and took a few steps forward, pulling Anna behind him which set Shannon in motion, too. "A sentence I never thought I would say," he added and laughed slightly, glancing over his shoulder to meet Anna's eyes before continuing his way through the crowd with his hand tightly enclosed in his girlfriend's.
Anna looked down at the navy blue, tight-fitting dress she was wearing and frowned, picking at the way it sat on her thighs. She then pulled at the off-the shoulder straps and adjusted them better to fit her arms, growing increasingly irritated by it. "I hate this dress," she muttered and smoothed out the soft fabric—which was the only good thing about the dress.
Barry slowed to a stop and turned to face his girlfriend, smiling as he looked her up and down slowly. "Well, you look really great in it," he pointed out and spun the girl around slowly then met her eyes again. "You look great from behind, too," he teased and kissed the top of Anna's head while her cheeks flushed red.
"He's right, Anna. The dress looks great, and you look great in it," Shannon spoke up and nudged her friend's arm with her elbow. "Not as great as I look, though."
"You do look fantastic, baby," Cisco said through the comms that were hidden inside the ears of each team member.
Anna faked a gag and smiled. She then turned toward Barry, giving his hand a tug as she jerked her head toward the dance floor. "May I have this dance, Mr. Allen?" She asked and raised a brow at the boy, her stomach filling with butterflies the longer she stared at him in the black suit.
"Of course, Ms. Wells," Barry replied and let her lead him toward the dance floor.
They came together on the dance floor, their bodies close. Barry rested a hand on Anna's waist and took her other hand in the air. Anna had a hand placed on Barry's shoulder, stroking her thumb back and forth.
"You do look beautiful, Anna," Barry said as they moved softly to the music, watching the people around them for pointers so they didn't look out of place. "I mean, you always look beautiful."
