#616 kitchen

“You mean you can’t determine our location by reading topographical air pressure, sensing the relative temperature of the sun, and smelling gravity?  Man.  That surgery really did a number on you.”

Bobbi took a step forward, sliding her hands from Matt’s waist to wrap her arms around him.  She snuggled against his back and kissed the corner of his jaw.

“You’ve been very patient.”  Resting her chin on his shoulder, she smiled.  “Ready for me to whip that blindfold off?”

Matt smiled while Bobbi teased him. “I know. I’m losing my edge already. Or it could be that I’ve never been here. Should I be worried that you’ve blindfolded me and driven me out into the wilderness? You know that I’m one of those terrible lawyers that isn’t filthy rich, right?”

Matt’s hand trailed along her arms and his fingers rested over hers. He gently squeezed her hands, enjoying all of this. He rested his head against hers and waited patiently.

@gimmiechimmie:

“Oh, please, you’re not annoyed at that whole murder thing, are you?”

[Text: Howling Mad]  I’m in New York.  You probably heard.  Just wanted to DELETED

[Text: Howling Mad]  I’m still in New York.  Thought maybe DELETED

[Text: Howling Mad]  Saw you on the news DELETED

[Text: Howling Mad]  I think I need some advice.  I’m in New York DELETED

[Text: Howling Mad]  I’m starting to think maybe I’ll be in New York for awhile.  I gotta go get something with the team.  maybe we could talk when DELETED

[Text: Howling Mad]  Would you mind picking up a few things for me?  I made 7 different kinds of cookies and I’m out of a few things.

[Text: Howling Mad]  I think Hill is seriously considering having me killed.

[Text: Howling Mad]  The idea makes me laugh.  As if she could manage it when everyone else has failed miserably.

[Text: Banner, Bruce] I had my suspicions after she blew up your parachute and used you as a human shield.

@thespidertakeshold

Matt waited just inside the jewelry store for Natasha to arrive. He’d learned that there were some places were he should just find a chair and wait for his friend to avoid an avalanche of questions about why he was there in the first place. He tried not to be impatient. He was excited and he sincerely hoped that Natasha was as pleased as she seemed on the phone. He should have called. He could read emotions through tones a lot better than text.

“May I help you, sir?”

“Oh, no, I’m waiting for a friend.”

“Oh, alright...” he suppressed a sigh as the employee tried to be too quiet for him to hear as the man waved their hand in front of his face.

“I’m blind, but I can feel a breeze just fine.”

The employee paused and he was pretty sure they were staring.

“Just let me know when you are finished.”

[Text: Romanoff, Natasha] Hello, Natasha, this is Matt. I know that we don’t really talk about lot, but was wondering if I could ask you for your help. 

@agent0019

@agent0019

Matt had been distracted all day after he’d seen Jason. He had a choice to make and he had no idea what to say. Jason, for his part, had no idea why Matt wasn’t more excited about the opportunity. He sighed and stabbed his food again, still barely eating anything.

On one hand, he could do so many things he missed. He was sure there were so many little things he’d forgotten. They were things he’d love to have again, things he’d enjoy and appreciate because he’d been forced to live so long without them.

On the other hand, he knew there would be a price. The money wasn’t his worry. He worried about the price he might have to pay during a fight, or the price others might have to pay for his distraction.