344. Chapter 344

They use silly string like a weapon. Like a training exercise.

Or at least that’s how their stoic, badass exteriors justify it to their inner nerds.

Sometimes, they’ll hide behind furniture and spray each other all over whenever the other blows their cover.

It gets all over the walls and they both scramble to peel it off right away so the residue doesn’t stay for too long.

Alex always knows Maggie wants a silly string war when she comes home to find a plastic tablecloth spread over the fluffy rug.

Maggie always knows Alex wants a silly string war when she steps out of the bathroom and gets sprayed all over.

She’ll shriek and Alex will laugh maniacally and toss her her own can of the stuff because even though she’s not opposed to sneak attacks, she is opposed – with someone she loves, anyway – with going against someone who’s perpetually unarmed.

Alex assumes she’ll always have the upper hand because of her long and seasoned history of silly string wars with Kara, and of sneak attacking Winn and James at game nights.

But she doesn’t account for Maggie’s resourcefulness, the way she’ll keep an extra bottle in her back pocket and spray with two hands at once.

Maggie wants a silly string grenade.

“How would that even work, Sawyer?”

“You’ve got the fancy James Bond lair lab, Danvers, you can figure something out.”

And she does, because when Maggie asks, Maggie receives.

(Except for the flash grenade. No way she’s getting her hands on that.)

And they have to shower together – long and hot and not entirely about cleaning each other off – to get all of the silly string pieces out of Maggie’s hair.

Alex notes that if silly string grenades result in showers that incredible, she should explode them in Maggie’s path daily.

Maggie wholeheartedly agrees.