《Canary After Lightning》Twelve
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Barry had brought us back to STAR labs and we changed out of our suits, heading back to the farm to play our day jobs. Eddie was being taken care of by medics and Joe was leaning on the car.
"What you can do" Joe sighed, looking at the both of us. "It was the lightning bolt?"
"The Particle Accelerator, mostly," I said. "But yes, for Barry"
"I'm sorry, Barry," Joe said, "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, and I called you crazy for chasing the impossible, but you really did see something that night your mom died. And your dad is innocent. I need you two to promise me something"
"Anything" Barry and I said in unison. Joe put his hand on both of our shoulders.
"I don't want you telling Iris about anything you can do," Joe said, crap... That's not going to turn out well. "Any of it. I want her safe. Promise me"
"Promise," Barry said.
"I hate to say this, but her knowledge could be safer," I said, crossing my arms and hugging myself.
"No, absolutely nothing is told to her" Joe stated.
"Fine," I said, "I'll tell her nothing"
"Thank you," Joe said, patting my shoulder, "I'm going to check on Eddie"
He walked off and I turned to Barry who was still shaken up a bit. "It doesn't get easier," I said. "None of it"
"How do you handle it?" He asks, looking at me.
"You have to remember no one lives forever," I said, "Some of their deaths will be harder to handle, others will pass you by before you get a chance to mourn"
"Any advice on the ones I mourn longer?" He asks.
"No, because everyone mourns in their own way," I said, "My sisters fought Oliver when they mourning me, Dig took him his brothers job to mourn his brother, Oliver tried to forget his father when he was mourning him, and I cried for days when I mourned my son"
"How are we going to handle this?" He questions, leaning on the car and thinking.
"One step at a time, that's how," I said. "Even though you have super speed, sometimes taking it slow helps"
I placed my hand on his cheek and kissed him. "Thank you, Avery," he says.
"For what?" I question.
"Everything"
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