#this is garbage but whatever

The day of talks had been a tiring one with little progress, and Arthur was more than a little glad to escape the chamber. Who knew what the results would be, but he was determined that England would come out of it better than they went in. 

some days lately,   he’s been reluctant to even get out of bed,   to untangle himself from cal,   certainly making up for lost time.   it felt right to have him here,   and though he feels bad for making that proposition,   it had been in his mind a good decision.   he would’ve supported any decision cal made-----   but he’s happy cal chose this one.   his business had not ended in russia and he doesn’t think it would,   not for a long time,   because if there was even a small chance to stop arkady,  he would take it:   definitely a less violent approach than the half-cocked version he produced in the heat of the moment.   revenge wouldn’t bring his parents back,   killing him simply wouldn’t have been enough,   no he needs to take away his money,  his assets.   yet somehow,   cal made him almost forget about all of that,   made him remember what it felt like to solve cases,   to do good in this world.   he had tried so hard and now with a permanent place on the force and an uncanny knack for it,   he didn’t mind leaving cal on some days.   he’d left a phone for cal to use and a credit card on his account so he wasn’t too completely worried.   cal rarely left the hotel without him.  so to hear those words,   it wasn’t surprising in the least.

Peter: Mr. Stark I don’t feel so good

Angela waited outside of the school, just like all of the other kids waiting for their parents to come and pick them up. But Angela stood a bit away from them, silently holding back sobs. Her outfit, which had just been bought for her by Jack, was all dirty. She knew she shouldn't have come to school. The other 9 year olds were just so mean to her