@laylashrugged​
He wasn’t really good about laundry. He wore shirts for about three days too long, and when he did put a load in, he usually forgot about it. But not tonight! Tonight was going to be totally different. He had a brand new box of dryer sheets that he’d found in a gas station parking lot, and he was completely prepared.Â
But not prepared to see a girl perched on the dryer when he opened the door. He (a trained former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had battled aliens and gods) jumped at the sight of her, probably dropping about half his clothes. (Oh... basket. Right.) “Uh, hey,” he said, clearing his throat. She was one of his tenants, Layla. He recognized her from the New Years party too. “You always hang out in the laundry room?” He gathered up his clothes and hurried towards a machine, dumping them all in at once. He reached into his pocket, pulling out.... three quarters. While the sign on the slot read $1.25 per load. “Futz,” he muttered.Â
