105. Chapter 105

It’s Winn’s idea and it’s Winn’s birthday party and because the birthday boy decrees that Alex and Maggie cannot be allowed on the same team because come on, it’s my birthday, I don’t wanna be destroyed before we even start playing, and I also don’t wanna declare victory before we even start playing, Alex and Maggie suit up with different laser guns, with different team vests, but with a nearly identical gleam in their eyes and smirk on their faces.

“You know they’re either gonna kill each other or straight-up start having sex right in the middle of the game?” James leans in and half-whispers to Winn as Kara covers her ears and whines, while Susan Vasquez smirks and checks the scope of her laser gun.

Maggie falls into J’onn’s command seamlessly and creatively once they get started, and as he’s crouching into the best angle to demolish Mr. Schott’s supposed surprise attack, he wonders, not for the first time, about asking her to leave the NCPD and come work at the DEO.

Susan and James get locked down in a firefight that Kara breaks up by flinching and shouting sorry!! by sending a more-accurate-than-she-expected-it-be-laser beam right at Susan’s vest.

But it’s Maggie who steals the game.

Because Alex has fought her way through the crossfire and is perfectly positioned to send a beam at J’onn’s vest when suddenly she’s pinned to the wall and suddenly Maggie’s lips are on hers and her mouth is sliding open and she’s nearly dropping her gun because fuck is this why teenagers are constantly making out in seemingly random places, but then Maggie is pulling back and Maggie’s smirking and Maggie’s walking away and Alex is weak in the knees and staring at her ass and Susan is sending an entire volley of laser shots straight into Alex’s spluttering, stunned, still vest.

“Sorry, ma’am. All’s fair in love and laser tag, right?”

“What? Wait, you – you two planned that?”

Maggie’s turned around, now, and she’s smirking like she just won the lottery.

“Thought you were trained to expect the unexpected, Danvers.”

“She has a point, you know,” J’onn chimes in, “I taught you better than that, Agent Danvers.”

“What? I – is anyone not gonna gang up on me right now?”

“I’m not, it’s my birthday and I don’t wanna get killed.”

“Thanks, Schott.”

“Aww, babe, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you tonight.” Maggie slips back into Alex’s arms, laser gun dropped to her side, hand reaching up to tangle in Alex’s hair.

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Good god, can we all just go back to shooting lasers at each other?”