"Duo," Wufei leaned over the table and I blinked at his use of my first name. "We've been a bit worried about you lately."
"Me?"
"You've- been a bit reckless." I raised both my eyebrows. This was just- weird. Complaining about me being reckless? Wasn't that the whole reason I had been chosen as a pilot in the first place? Just like they had?
"What? Like how?"
"The car chase you stopped by pulling your vehicle in front of the perps." Wufei said dryly. "I'm still amazed you walked away from that one."
"The drug dealer you chased down without waiting for me," Trowa pitched in.
"The black market gun dealer you held up with his own guns?" Heero pointed out.
"Not to mention the suicide squad on L2 that you stopped from taking out the consulate building. How did you manage to remove 50 pounds of C4 hardwired to explode if tampered with?" Wufei added.
"The minesweeper operation..." Trowa continued.
"And that was just so far this year. Shall we go back farther?" Heero asked. I raised my hands in surrender.
Duo's getting a bit reckless lately... and the other Preventers are a little bit worried.
My notes: Duo POV. A cute little Preventers-era get-together fic, with a bit of angst, miscommunication, and some show-level violence. CW for offscreen rape, but not of Duo or Heero. Not particularly Relena friendly until the end.