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Hey, Can You Do Me A Favor?

Alisa groaned after she got a phone call from the City. The car she ordered before getting shot was finally ready. The bad part was she was not going to even attempt to go to the City to pick it up, nor was she going to pay some insane fee to have it shipped to her at her mansion. She may be rich, she may never have to worry about money ever again, but she would be damned if she wasted money on a stupid fee.

There was only one person she knew that could possibly help her, and maybe spend some time with her after such a task. Picking her phone back up, she began to dial Ryan's number. She rubbed the back of her head, waiting until she heard him pick up on the other end.

"Ryan? It's Alisa. I need you to do me a big favor..." She sounded somewhat cute when asking, and back to her normal self. "Think you can help a gal out? I promise you won't regret it."

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Most guys would have jumped at the chance to drive a car across the state and break it in.

Ryan Grimm? Generally not like most guys. (Except in all the ways that he was.)

So, instead of driving the car, he'd wrapped it up in a bubble of cosmic energy and flown across the state. Sans traffic and all that stuff, this was generally faster.

Gently, he landed the car down, pulled the keys out of the leather jacket that he was wearing over his superhero costume, and walked up the steps to Alisa's place. He rang the doorbell and stepped back so Alisa could see him from the window if she needed to.

Alisa did not know how to react to this, other than a face palm. She opened her front door, wearing a Punisher T-shirt that hung off her left shoulder, a pair of daisy dukes (because let's face it, she can pull off wearing those), and some cowboy boots. Her hair had grown a little since Ryan last saw her, and she styled it to make it look like a mohawk of sorts.

"Please, please tell me you did not bring de car... after some battle." Her accent came and went, an odd condition that was from the brain injury she suffered. "If you did, I am going to feel SO bad. Even if you fill out that outfit SO well."

A grin escaped her lips before she gave Ryan a big hug.

"Well... how have you been?"

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Ryan grinned and tossed the keys at Alisa. "It wasn't really a battle? I mean, a couple of Lizard Men were rampaging, and I was nearby. Lizard Men of Subterranea, by the way. Not the of-Tok kind or the Savage Land kind." People needed a better name than "Lizard Men," that was sure, considering how many different groups went by that name.

Or they should regroup and make themselves different chapters, like a frat.

He hugged her back. "Besides, I would have worn this anyway. It's better suited to longer-distance flight." He indicated the car behind him. "This way, you get to break it in yourself." He nodded then. "I've been good? Had an audition for a national commercial, think I nailed it. How about you?"

"Lizard men... " She raised an eyebrow. "I am not going to question it, I'm just going to let it go... because if I start questioning it, I may be tempted to go out and see them for myself."

She grinned, hearing that he wanted her to break her own car in. That was kind of sweet of him. When he asked how she was doing, she gave him an honest answer.

"I am doing really good. I'm working on myself and doing lots of things. Only draw back is how lonely I've been." She smiled, moving her arms away from Ryan and showing she now had her car keys. She actually lifted them off of him, without him feeling it. "Well, at least now I got transportation dat ain' a car service."

"Ehn, I sent them back. They're not a threat to anyone anymore," Ryan shrugged. Subterranea was one of the first places you learned about when you were a kid related to the Fantastic Four.

"Well, unless you're doing pot-luck dinners and game nights with the X-Men, I can imagine how lonely it'd be all the way out here in Westchester." Ryan himself had only lived between New York City and Los Angeles - and never in the suburbs in either case. He wasn't used to any kind of suburban quiet, and to be honest, the suburbs and the country both creeped him out. Too quiet. Not enough hustle, not enough bustle.

"Yeah, I can't imagine trying to hail a cab out there." Because, honestly, there were no cabs to hail. "Or calling for one. They'd probably take forever."

"An iceberg melts faster than getting a car out here!" She laughed again, twirling the keys on her pointer finger. "Actually, I think the Titanic sunk faster than when the car service arrives to me!"

"But yeah... I am not the sort to want to invite strangers into my home these days. And reaching out to others has been nothing short of a disaster! I mean... I joined a book club. A BOOK club!" She tried to be overly dramatic, still giggling at times as she took Ryan's hand and nearly dragged him inside of the mansion. "Come on, I got something to show you!"

"Hey hey," Ryan said. "No Titanic jokes. Even if most of our generation thinks it's just a movie...well, actually, if you were just referring to the movie, it's pretty funny." He let himself be pulled into her home. "Book clubs are alright? I was kind of in one at school, back when Harry Potter was still a thing." Because that had actually been fun to discuss. "Nice place you've got here, by the way."

"Thank you. I've been taking a lot of time to furnish it." She grinned. "And yes, that was a movie joke. Seriously! How long doe sit take to get a ship to sink in a movie!?"

"As for the book club. I am a woman of action... talking about some horrible book for housewives that was written poorly is like torture."

She lead Ryan downstairs to what appeared to be an extravagant looking wine cellar.

"Came wit' de house. Along with something I was not expecting, but am putting to good use. Turns out when the mansion was foreclosed upon, it was owned by some eccentric millionaire who was kind of anti-government. Okay, he was totally anti-government and went to jail for failure to pay his taxes, thus why this place went into foreclosure. The bank was not too smart though. They failed to view the blueprints of this place."

"Not very long once it hit the iceberg, actually," Ryan said. The movie was very, very fresh in his mind. He'd watched it repeatedly for that painting scene with Kate Winslet. He quirked up an eyebrow at Alisa. Sometimes, he wasn't sure if she went along with something to cover up something she'd said earlier or not. Still, he let it go.

The mansion was pure Westchester County by the looks of it. Large, extravagant, dripping with money, but not quite as modern as a New York penthouse. "What book are you guys reading in book club?" he asked. The apartment building he lived in had started a book club of their own. Ryan wasn't much of a reader, but he sometimes wondered if he shouldn't sign up just to get to know the people he shared a building with.

"There's a secret in the wine cellar, isn't there?" That's the only thing that made sense.

"Knew you were a smartie!" She grinned. "Ryan... Titanic to me was like a torture. It felt like de ship took forever to sink. I can' imagine goin' out like dat."

When asked about the book, Alisa gave a pained sigh. Almost as though she were ashamed to say what book it was.

"Dey are readin' "Fifty Shades o' Grey". It's like reading a book about my life wit' a certain someone. It's uncomfortable and left after chewing them out on how BAD it was written, an' how it's just romanticized abuse. Let's just say I won't be invited to any cocktail parties anytime soon."

Smirking, she moved to one of the wine racks and carefully lifted a hidden latch on the side of it. Wine rack swung open, revealing a riveted steel door.

"Heh, if you think I'm smart, you really haven't spent any time with Valeria or Franklin." They were the true geniuses in the family. Ryan generally filled the role of pretty, dumb, and blonde. Though sometimes Remi took up the pretty and blonde roles too.

"Uh, no offense, but as much as I hate Fifty Shades, I think it's insulting to the character of Christian Gray to be compared to Alistaire Shaw." Ryan shrugged. "Alistaire's kind of a pale shade of Christian Gray in the charisma department." Ryan wasn't a fan of the books by any means, but he was even less of a fan of Alistaire. "Or, you know, the sex appeal department."

"Okay. So. Danger Room? Secret three level closet filled with designer clothing? Sex dungeon?" What, they had just been discussing Fifty Shades. The latter was a distinct possibility.

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Alisa's eyes went wide and she slowly turned her head to him.

"... was de sex wit' me THAT good dat you keep t'inkin' I want sumt'ing?" She asked with a laugh. "I mean... yeah, you were de best I had, but you a taken man. An' if I HAD a sex dungeon, I would not bring a taken man to it. I got some standards, and a few more coming in."

She continued to laugh, opening the door and turning on the light. Inside was a staircase that went underground. She started to go down the steps first.

"And you may be right about he who shall not be named. Even calling him a "douche bag" is an insult to all douche bags. An' last I checked, dere were a lot of those."

At the end of the steps was another door, Alisa opened it up carefully to reveal... an underground shelter. Not just any underground shelter. An underground shelter that looked as though it were built in the early 1970's by someone rich. It even had a section for a fake lawn with trees, and a sky backdrop.

"Personally, I got a big laugh when I first found dis in de plans. Got an even bigger one to see it was STILL furnished. Look! It even has one of those egg chairs!"

"Alisa, I was just...being glib when I mentioned the sex dungeon," he replied, peeking into the doorway.

"Wow. This is...well, bizarre. Think he let his kids play house down here or something?" He stepped inside and turned around in a circle, taking it all in. "It's very Truman Show. Sans Jim Carrey."

"Being glib doesn' save you from me pullin' your leg and making you get all flustered!" She said with a smile.

"More Brady Bunch den Truman Show." Alisa waved her hand as she walked around in the "living room". "It has a working kitchen, a fountain, BBQ, mini pool, and a little somet'ing I added to the mix."

Pushing a button on a wall. The shelves rotated around to reveal... a huge gun collection. Alisa had always said guns were "impersonal", but that did not mean she did not have her own armory just in case. She had everything from a Tommy Gun to a Gatling gun, even a few sniper riffles.

"De shelves originally rotated to change de decor for parties. I modded dem to hid my personal armory. You just never know dese days, and well... I like my toys."

Ryan himself had never known what it was like to need weapons, given that his own body was technically a weapon. Well, as long as there's ambient cosmic energy to constantly recharge my batteries.

He let out a soft whistle, though. "That should keep you safe through a small attack on your mansion," he said, eyeing the guns. Ryan himself had never really been one for guns. While any mutant or mutate could hold back on their powers so as not to kill someone or wound them with blood, guns worked very differently. Sure, they didn't kill, but most people who wielded them didn't know how to use them as well as people like Ryan did their powers.

"Though I'm not sure that I would necessarily call them toys," he added.

"I may be near invulnerable at times, Ryan, but if my powers are not at a certain capacity, I am a sitting duck. I usually use non-lethal means, my stun batons, fists, the machine I have for a leg..." She waved her hand again. "Unfortunately, non-violent means do non-lethal means do not work on the following: Robots, zombies, cars... stuff like that. Though I doubt any of those things will come and do me harm. If I did, I must be seriously messed up!"

When he told her was unsure if she should call her weapons collection a bunch of "toys", Alisa gave a slight shrug.

"I suppose you are correct, in that weapons are not "toys". I just like taking some of them to the range for what I consider "playtime". It's just fun to try and best my old record."

She cracked a smile, hitting the button again to hide all the weapons with some ease.

"Hey, you once asked me something... about how so many people could hate me. Did you ever want an answer to that?"

Ryan had a healthy collection of action figures at home. He had a very different collection of what a toy was, to be true. "I understand the thing about taking to the shooting range," he nodded.

Ryan blinked. He hadn't remembered asking her that question, though it sounded like the sort of thing he'd ask in jest. "Sure," he said. "Though I don't think I'd been entirely serious when I'd asked you that."

Alisa continued to grin as she ran a hand through her new mohawk.

"People hate me 'cause I'm beautiful." Perhaps his joking nature rubbed off on her in a sense. She was less depressing and well... insane, and more herself. That was for sure. In fact, most of their talk was very light hearted and fun. Just like it used to be.

She made her way from the "living room" of the bunker to the kitchen area. Eventually she came out with two Mexican cokes, tossing one over to Ryan before taking a seat on the couch.

"So, how are you and girl doin' these days? You both look cute together in the tabloids."

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