staigtober day 17: swollen | read on ao3
“Hey, can you move?” Stan asked from above, hanging on to the ledge for dear life. “Craig?”
“Does it look like I can?”
“Okay, I’m going down.”
This was one of those moments where Stan wish he perhaps had some other kind of power—flight, maybe, or simply the ability to jump down five stories without breaking something, in addition to everything else. Instead he climbed down as quickly as he could, looking up every now and then to make sure the Chaos Agents weren’t onto them again. He’d have to fix his grapplers later, after fixing whatever was wrong with Craig.