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WHO: Topher and Calvin
WHERE: Presidential Suite of some swank hotel
WHEN: the night of Angelica's intervention or whatever
WARNINGS: two hyper "children" and no adult supervision
SUMMARY: Topher is having a sleepover. With Calvin. You know, his six year old friend.
FORMAT: whatever idek okay

Topher had made sure that everything was perfect before taking a limo to pick up Calvin from his guardians. This was something important, something Topher had never before experienced, so of course he was sparing no expense for the night. The Presidential Suite of a usually overbooked hotel in the middle of the city was readied for their arrival. Movies, video games, and more junk food than even an army unit could consume waited for the pair. Of course not everyone was as excited as Topher. His usual pair of bodyguards grumbled to themselves over having to babysit another kid. Wanting to keep their well paid jobs they said nothing to anyone about their irritation.

Arriving exactly at the time promised, Topher didn't even wait for one of the suited men to open the door before he was practically bouncing out of the limo and right to Calvin's door. He knocking a little beat and tried to force himself to relax.

This was going to be so awesome!

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Calvin fairly charged out of the door and straight into Topher, bouncing right off the older man/kid. He wasn't even phased. He grinned up at him with an overnight backpack over his shoulder.

"You brought the limo!"

As if there was ever any doubt.

"Of course. We ride in style. Plus, it's totally bulletproof." Which was sort of weird, but Topher didn't question it.

Pushing past his hulking guard Topher waited for Calvin to hop on inside. "There's orange soda in the mini bar."

"Ooh, neat." Calvin immediately yanked open the fridge and buried himself halfway inside before emerging with a bottle in each hand, a few more spilling onto the floor as he rummaged. "It's really bulletproof? Wow, just like a dictator or a movie star! Maybe we should test it."

Topher leaned back and flicked on the mini television. "Nah, besides, Boyd would probably have a hernia."

The ride was relatively short. Outside the city landscape turned more and more upscale as the limo drew closer to the hotel. They stopped right at the front of the entrance, people turning to see if the limo contained someone rich and famous.

"Wait until you see the room. Top floor, little man. I brought in my personal gaming system so we can let loose on a not-yet-released 3D racing game."

Calvin waved to the onlookers when he hopped out, because as far as he was concerned he was famous. "It's not even released yet?" He said as he skipped up to the hotel.

The place had the misfortune to have a shiny rotating front door, which was irresistible to a small boy. Calvin immediately began amusing himself pushing it around and around and around, still talking as he did. "Wow, you can get anything when you're a super-genius."

"I know people." And machines. Mostly the machines which were happy enough to show him fun secrets like a games still in beta.

Watching Calvin spin around the door he laughed. "Dude, wanna race? Penthouse level. You take the stairs and I'll do the elevator. We'll see which is faster." He had no qualms racing a six year old, not when that kid was 'Stupendous Man.'

"That's a great idea!" Calvin shot out of the whirling door and into the lobby, practically bouncing off the walls while hotel staff watched this obvious Import kid with the wary eyes of employees in for a long, long night. "What do I get once I win?"

"You get to pick the bedtime." Not that Topher was planning to follow Pietro's directive on the matter. Bedtimes were for kids and Topher was not a kid, which also meant Calvin would have to stay up too. Couldn't have the actual kid feeling left out!

"Ha! You sure know how to motivate me." Calvin was already half-running, half-flying for the nearest stairwell door. "I'll see you at the penthouse!" He was going to be quite literally zooming all the way up those stairs.

Topher didn't even wait for his guards before running at the closest elevator and nearly shoving aside a couple getting off. He tossed the irritated guard a wave before hitting the button for the top floor over and over again. Slowly the elevator moved upward, only stopping once for some tourist looking guy. The moment the little bell dinged announcing the arrival at the top floor Topher was racing out and right to the only room on the floor.

"Calvin?"

There was a pause for dramatic effect. Then the door inched open far enough for Calvin to poke his head out, panting but grinning. "Guess who's staying up til midnight tonight!" He never got to stay up that late, especially not in a penthouse. This was going to be completely worth how far he'd pushed the sound barrier on the way up here.

Topher entered the suit going straight for the buffet of crappy food laid out. "Midnight? You're weak little man. This is our night; we can greet the sun!"

The suit was more like an apartment, far larger than anything the MAC had to offer. Hell, it was larger than some houses. There was a nearly 360 degree view of the city, the best view being from the main bathroom which included a jacuzzi tub that could easily fit five people. The whole floor was an example of luxurious overindulgence at its finest. At nearly $15000 for the night it had better be.

Now that he was here Topher was at a loss of what to do. He had made plans, but then Angelica had said sleepovers were about having fun and most people didn't find scheduled entertainment fun. Topher was completely out of his element and hoped Calvin could keep things going.

Calvin was awestruck. He looked out the window, at the enormous television, at the immense spread. "I didn't even know places like this existed! Topher, thank you so much for doing this."

He could do anything he wanted for a whole night in this enormous palace. Whatever would he choose to do? The gigantic bed and couches with their many cushions were the only answer.

"Pillow fort!"

Pillow fort. That was totally something Topher could do. Running into the bedrooms he gathered up the blankets.

"Grab the pillows!"

Calvin was well ahead of him, already lugging two pillows bigger than he was over his head. "This will be the most invincible fort ever constructed! With this high ground and its commanding view of the City, we'll be safe from any attack!"

Topher drops the blankets in the middle of the room and falls into them. "It's entirely possible we could be compromised. Who knows the length the enemy will go to to get at the son of the Avengers?"

"Do you think they have spies among the hotel staff?" Calvin asked as he started setting up pillow walls around the blanket. "We can't be too careful!"

The blankets are laid out in the most comfortable positions possible, which really just means building a giant nest. Sorry to the random maid who will have to clean this up.

"Oh definitely. There are probably cameras in this room too so they know when to launch their sneak attack."

"You're right, they would do that! We need to cover them all up!" Calvin immediately starts grabbing more sheets off the bed and throwing them over any furniture or walls that might possibly have a camera hidden in them.

Seriously, whoever that maid is, she deserves a raise after dealing with this.

Whatever, it's her job.

Topher grins and grabs the cushions from the couches (yes there is more than one) before tossing a large sheet over their fort to act as a roof. "Are you into action figures? I have the whole collection of that Power Rangers knock-off this world came up with."

Grabbing his duffel bag and kicking off his shoes, Topher heads into the fort.

"I'm six! Of course I'm into action figures!" Honestly Topher what do you take him for. Calvin swiftly crawls into the fort right behind Topher. He unzips the duffel bag without anything remotely resembling permission and starts going through the guy's stuff.

"Where are they? Are they in one of these pockets?"

Topher opens a few pouches. "Hold up, you're going to lose the accessories." He doesn't care that Calvin is digging through his stuff just that they get all the good stuff out. "I have the collector's mount too, but I left that at the office."

There's a knock at the door causing Topher to pause and pop his head out of their fort. "Did you order more room service?"

Calvin's head popped up right next to Topher's, puzzled. "No, we've barely touched the buffet so far. Who could that be?"

If it was anyone interrupting their fun, the visitor was in big trouble.

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