Prince with a passion for parties

"Under surveillance, I dunno. Back when I was a walking puffball with nerd glasses, I guess. Which….wasn’t long ago actually." he shrugged, laughing as he ran a hand through his newly shortened hair.

"Not too long ago I was riding my bike through the rain as far as Harlem to deliver pizzas though, so I guess I shouldn’t doubt you. Course now I’m just delivering to Stark Tower when I’m not there interning." She joked, averting her eyes elsewhere as she inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, yeah nerd glasses and puffball. Life's a whole new world when you get contacts. You look less like a hipster." he commented, laughing. "The puffball on the other hand, is a distant memory now, though I gotta admit I miss it." he added with a shrug, nodding. 

“Definitely a chocolate person.” he nodded, bright blue eyes scanning the tray in a trained manner, examining everything.

"Well in that case then you should try the brownie," Eos smiled. "It’s triple fudge. Then there’s the peanut butter cookies with a chocolate center," she pointed to the one she meant. "And the devil’s food cake is a natural choice for a chocolate lover. Oh, and this one is a chocolate cookie with chocolate chips and white chocolate chips." 

He grinned, chuckling. "Well that's a be a lotta chocolate. Well what'd you recommend?"

"I actually quite like it, so I don’t see your problem with being here."

"Yes well unfortunately, I have no desire to be in this realm, let alone this city."

"....Uh-huh. That uh, doesn't sound crazy at all."

"Hi."

     ”Hello?          —— You look familiar.”

"I do, huh?"

"That’d be excellent, thank you." he nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I’m aware it’s not good bottling it up, I just…..lack a partner who understands." Wow, that was the worst lie ever.

"Jack, with all due respect, you’re a terrible liar.  And I would willingly bet money that I could understand - if that is what you’re truly looking for."  He smiled gently.  "Though you’d probably laugh at my story and call me a one-way cab to the nuthouse."

"One-way cab to the nuthouse huh? Yeah, you could say the same to me depending on how it' explained." he retorted with a chuckle, shaking his head.

The next comment brought a laugh from the royal, a shake of his head disrupting semi-perfect brown hair. “So you agree I’m a douchebag. But, that’s…not exactly what I meant. Even a prince has his secrets.”

"But if I’m going to be here I do request you tell me where a good place to eat may be? Unless I’m out of line for requesting the company of the prince."

"The company of a prince, huh? Now I can get down with that, sure. Why not." he nodded, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "As of the topic of places to eat, I've got no idea. I'm a Benjamin, I don't exactly eat out a lot."

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"Hi."

"Yes, hi."

"Washington D.C."

"…Lovely. Exactly where I have no desire to be."

"I actually quite like it, so I don't see your problem with being here."

"Well, I can relate to that." he nodded, his smile widening. "Not exactly an agent either, just a guy with some rather desperate times." he explained, though even that was vague. 

—- “Desperate times…yes, I’d bargain we have some things in common.” whether or not they decided to engage in conversation and share those minute details, Spencer wasn’t sure. He seemed friendly enough despite all she’d heard. She cleared her throat. “How long have you been under SHIELD’s surveillance then?”

"Under surveillance, I dunno. Back when I was a walking puffball with nerd glasses, I guess. Which....wasn't long ago actually." he shrugged, laughing as he ran a hand through his newly shortened hair.

"—Hi."

"Hello," Eos greeted the young man who had come into her bakery. "Can I get you something in particular or are you just browsing? Maybe you’d like to sample something?" 

He shrugged, chuckling slightly. “Just….had the want for something sugary. Don’t really know the ins and out of sugary foods. So, sample I guess.”

"Oh well samples are definitely in order then!" She exclaimed happily and pulled out a tray of samples of cakes, cookies, and bars. "Are you a chocolate person or a non-chocolate person? Take whatever you’d like," she held the tray out for him. 

"Definitely a chocolate person." he nodded, bright blue eyes scanning the tray in a trained manner, examining everything.

"And I prefer to keep my own problems all to myself. Little too personal.”

"I can understand that exactly.    While it’s not good to bottle it up completely I can respect the wish to.  We can subject change if you like."  Shane offered, taking a long drag off his cigarette, his expression probably far too understanding for someone his age.

"That'd be excellent, thank you." he nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I'm aware it's not good bottling it up, I just.....lack a partner who understands." Wow, that was the worst lie ever.

"It seems you already know my name, so there’s my introduction done." he quipped, a small nod his response. The smile that curled his lips was semi-forced, the world SHIELD in her words causing him to stiffen. "I see. Well I suppose it’s nice to meet you, then."

"If it means anything," She offered a small smile, hoping to ease the other despite her own guarded manners. "SHIELD isn’t my favorite collection of people either — I’m not technically an agent. I’m just called in when they need me.”

"Well, I can relate to that." he nodded, his smile widening. "Not exactly an agent either, just a guy with some rather desperate times." he explained, though even that was vague. 

"Yes, hi."

"Didn’t mean to run into you like that…was just a bit in a hurry I guess."

"Nah, nah it's fine. Don't worry about it."