Big Damn Hero (гет)

“April O’Neil. You know how jealously possessive I am of both my personal time and my privacy.” She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she kicked a leg out almost casually. Almost. “Why have you brought a bunch of strange men to my house at,” she checked her watch briefly - was it really that late already? “One o’clock in the morning?”
Both the lack of screaming and the fact that the word she chose specifically to refer to them as being “men” and not “freaks” or, worse, “monsters”, did not escape their notice, though they had far more urgent things on their mind at the moment.
“Please,” The man wearing blue, katanas strapped to his back as he lifted something large, spoke. His voice was almost desperate. Pleading, “He needs help.”
She had helped April far too many times with this sort of predicament. They had developed a protocol. How had this become her most consistent friendship?