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It was just Bridget’s luck. She had finally decided to move to Hawaii, had packed all of their stuff and left the children with Ted while she settled in an apartment and got things ready for them.

Only her luggage never came. It was a stupid thing, and if she had been able to think rationally, she’d realize that it was not a big deal, the luggage would get there in the next flight, and Danny was probably waiting outside, so he’d help her take care of it. Instead, she just sat on a chair and burst into tears.

1. (While Matt is on the run and is on and off with Mary) Matt has thought about proposing to Mary more than once, but then he thinks that he has to sort his problems with the Law first, and he’s too much of a chicken to attempt either of those things, so he hides the ring away and tries not to think about it.

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He’s taking a break for a while. Or at least for however long it takes S.H.I.E.L.D. to come looking for him for another job. So New York and all it’s snow was left behind. Cutting a zig zag pattern across the country; until he’d hit the west coast. Rolling into L.A. for the second time in his life. 

It breathed like any big city did. Had it’s own life to it. Even if the speed was a little different, and the view sunnier–it was still a city and having lived in one most of his life; Bastian felt right at home with in it. Getting a room in a motel not too far from the beach; and kicking off his proverbial boots. And an hour later and he’s armed like any Los Angelian. Long shorts and t-shirt. His back pack slung over his arm. Headed across the street to a patch of beach that isn’t quite so popular; to do a little snorkeling.

He makes a good haul. Several shells to add to the mantle back home. A few stones he just liked the look of. But when he comes up for the final time; there’s something carrying over the sound of the shifting water. Confused he’s pulls his mask up, to rest on his head. Looking about and…oh.

A little girl standing on the edge of the water, looking less than happy about something. A woman besides her looking like she’s trying to keep her from diving head long into the surf. And his confusion only rises until he spots it. Drifting along the surface a yard or so away. A doll. 

A split second decision and he’s going for it. Collecting it with little trouble and stowing it in his net bag before swimming his way back to shore. Wading his way out of the tide, and retrieving the lost toy from his bag. Holding it out to the little girl with as…good natured a smile as he can manage. On principle he’s actually terrible with kids, but he couldn’t just leave her doll out there to drown now could he? Wait…dolls can’t drown. Oh hell, never mind.

           Thank you! I thought I was going to have to go in after it. Thank you so much!

His attention shifts to the blonde headed woman, that spoke. Grateful she’d said something because it keeps him from making an idiot out of himself. And there’s an easy shrug that pulls through his shoulders, a gaze that doesn’t quite look her in the eye; despite the lopsided grin on his face. And lazy words slip out of his mouth, with a rub of a finger against his nose.

           “Don’t mention it….was kinda in t’neighborhood.”

1. At first Bridget thought that Mary was the one that was a “bad influence” for Matt. She even thought that she was the one that had gotten him into trouble in the first place, not even knowing that Matt hadn’t met Mary yet when he started with the Money Laundering. It took her some time to realize that Matt was not as innocent as she first thought, and that Mary was a much better person than what she thought.

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Mary, Mary, Mary. She’s the best and the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

She’s one of those people impossible to live with, but the thought of living without her would kill me!

Don’t tell her, but I think I’d do anything for her, even turn myself in if she asked.

“Hey! I’m not stalling! I’m completely confident on my cards. I just happen to be a bit short on cash!” He said defensively. They had been playing poker for a while, and Mary had taken most of his money. He had put what little he had left on the last game, hoping that Mary would buy his bluff, but now she had raised him and he didn’t want to fold or show her his crappy pair of 2s.