#mcltitudes

“Make yourself at home.” A warm smile while he folded up his cane and set it by the door, moving into the kitchen. Matt had gone by FEAST like he had any other week before, though this time there was someone waiting for him, hurrying him into an empty office for privacy. The lawyer found himself in quiet shock with the realization the wild tale being told was the truth. While he knew of Spider-Man, he hadn’t heard of Peter Parker before but one thing he knew for sure was that he couldn't leave him at the shelter. Pulling two beers from the fridge, he set one down in front of Peter on the counter before popping the top off his own.

“Here, have a drink to help relax for now. I’m going to grab you some clean clothes and a towel so you can a shower and get cleaned up. After that, I’ll order some dinner, and you can explain this all to me again.” He took a quick swig from his beer then set the bottle aside, leaning against the countertop. It was a lot to take in, something that felt it was more Avengers level issue rather than a lonely vigilante. Though with how comfortable Peter seemed around him, he didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any take out menu’s. Generally, restaurants don’t print them in braille.” Another smile and shrug of his shoulders. “We’ve got Chinese, pizza, Thai, and a sketchy sub place on the corner. Which sounds good to you?”

[Various Sentence Meme from @mcltitudes for Gerry.]

❝ I'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. If I find you passed out on the floor I'm leaving you there. ❞ ------------

"I won't pass out on the floor, Doc." Thera stretched her shoulders, rubbed fingertips between her eyes, "It's more likely to be face down on the desk." A crumb of humour making an attempt to push through, though the delivery, along with her drawn face and shadows under her eyes, did little to prove Dr Levett wrong.

A deep breath, trying and barely succeeding at not being a yawn, as she studied the other woman with slowly blinking eyes. When the heck had ... ah, but this wasn't SHIELD anymore, was it? Not officially. That might explain them having someone around who seemed to give a shit.

new york was easy. dirty, too. people wanted to buy, she wanted to sell. super speed meaning no one had to get hurt in the process? even better. less mess, less on her conscience. but perhaps she attracted too much attention now that reports of paintings and relics missing were popping up on the news.

they were just things.

bri was about done anyway. with more cash than she could handle and the met was getting boring breaking and entering so easily. the police sirens sounded off in the distance, the crown of the andes clutched tight in her right hand. she stood on a roof top far away, a smirk sweeping across her features.

It was a temporary truce between the Widow and the Soldier. A truce that well Dottie was still debating on how to end. After all her handlers typically didn't like her showing her face these days, after all she was believed to be long dead.

❝ Why are you sitting here in the dark ?? ❞

"No, the magnolia paint." Ella retorted with a small smile, her eyes meeting Henry's as she suppressed the urge to laugh. "Yes, the dinosaurs. Do you work here? Pretty much everyone else hanging around is here with kids. I work near here, so I thought I would come to see the new display on my break."