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@nclson left an offering :

' were you expecting something else ? '

at first , when foggy had told her to hold out her hands , she had refused . adamantly , actually ! years of half - feral boyish behavior as a child has taught her this lesson : don't close your eyes & hold out your hands just because someone says they have something for you . that was a good way to get a fat little frog plopped in your palm , or sometimes even worms or beetles . ---- but max isn't twelve anymore , all scraped knees and muddy sneakers . she relents , palms outstretched hesitantly , expression betraying how she's bracing herself .

the object placed in her hands is smooth & thin , & after clicking the end it dawns on her . ' a pen ? ' max questions , freckled fingers still curiously mapping it . she can feel an engraving , the letters FPN , and her expression brightens at the realization . ' your lucky pen ? ' she isn't even bothered by his teasing question , were you expecting something else ? ' i don't know , dude . i was kind of worried you'd put something weird in my hand , but this is actually really sweet . are you letting me borrow this because i got my first death penalty case ? '

     “Haven’t we had conversations about you not asking difficult questions first thing in the morning?”

▋ 𝙃𝙔𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 .  .  .  .    ❛ this  is  your  most  reckless  scheme  yet. ❜    𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @nclson​

     ▎     The last thing Scott expected was spending a Wednesday night with a lawyer and stuffing his face with bear claws and donuts. No, wait, he quit the no carb and no sugar bullCRAP about two days in. The most surprising bit, truthfully, was spending time with someone else . . y’know, someone other than his daughter or fellow weirdos who stood on the obscure line between hero and nobody. Foggy Nelson was a good guy despite the whole LAWYER thing, and lord knew that Scott fell into legal troubles here and there. The newest Ant-Man thought a bear suit wearing former criminal was about as ridiculous as his company could get. Beside Jennifer Walters being friends with generally anyone, he didn’t know lawyers were capable of keeping friends who were not also lawyers. Scott wiped the mess of sugar from his lips with the tip of his tongue and offered a casual, comedic shrug before he continued, balling a thin napkin as he did so.

      ❝  It’s not the craziest idea, right? Reckless, sure, maybe that’s just all the sugar and beer talking. Wilson Fisk wouldn’t see it, literally. He can’t possibly see me sneaking up to turn his whole life upside down.  ❞   As much as the Kingpin deserved being killed from the inside out, killing was and would never be Scott’s thing. Damn morals. However in miniaturized form, he was quite confident he could be able to turn the criminal’s life upside down.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || 📜 ! || @nclson​

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' either you know what you want and then you don't get what you want, or you get what you want and then you don't know what you want. ' 

☆        eyebrows knitting together, Steve found himself fighting the sigh that threatened to escape him. ‘ what’s Matthew done or not done this time? ‘ he asked, tilting his head towards Foggy in concern. It was a relatable statement nonetheless though, and Stevec could understand the sentiment all too well. Steve busied himself with setting out the contents of their take out and getting down a couple of plates and some silverware. Residing in Hell’s Kitchen had been the best decision he could have made for himself, and despite the jokes of isolation and reclusiveness he often got from the other Avengers, Steve had done just fine making friends on his own. 

The perks of working the venue is that staff get to attend all after parties. Karen's been working at The Eel for only a few months now, but it's already one of the best gigs she's had in years. The boss couldn't care less what they do on their smoke breaks as long as the work gets done. After a long night of hocking cheap beers she's ready to let loose and have some fun.

The music was good. A little emo for her tastes, but not in a bad way. Still danceable, which is all she really cares about. And the lead singer's cute. She'd let that happen, even if he is currently belting committing an act of violence against the karaoke machine.

"Okay, kid, let's do this."

According to everything Karen's read, at only three weeks old Penny is too young to be out and about on errands just yet. But it's either take her out or keep dealing with hot brown water leaking from the faucets, so, errands it is. As a compromise she puts Penny in the bonding wrap instead of bothering with a stroller; strollers tend to invite nosy old ladies to bend over and cough into a baby's face. With the wrap she's secured against Karen't chest and somewhat protected as she walks into the hardware store at the end of the block.

The supplies she needs are written down on a scrap of paper clenched in her fist, but she's immediately overwhelmed from the moment the bell above the door jingles. Instead of hunting down the items on her own she makes a beeline for the registers. She probably looks a little insane with her sleepless eyes and unkempt hair, rocking in place and rubbing Penny's back through the wrap, praying she doesn't wake up.