#tokisswithcontrol

It was even more weird to see him in a cell.  She nodded at the guard as he let her in, glad Tony had followed through and put her name on the list.  Giving him the brownies might be a problem.  She smiled, though.  "Hey, stranger."

From: Anna Marie To: Tony Stark Re: The one they call Loki Dear Mr. Stark, As you may or may not be aware, I have become friendly with Loki since meeting him.  I understand that he is being kept away from most people but I was wondering if I might be added to the list of approved visitors.  I'm sure more human company would do him some good. Thank you for your consideration. Sincerely, Rogue

It is a human holiday that I am certain Thor will be enamored with. My participation is still...debatable. I doubt gifts from me would be appreciated by any of those I share housing with.

I am sure some do. Why do you ask?

It had been a very long day.  Rogue's feet were killing her and all she wanted to do was take off the offending heels and relax in a nice, hot bath before ordering some take out.  She pulled her scarf tight around her neck and walked out of the subway station and into the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood.  Her nose was cold and she was trying not to think about the sheer agony her toes were in.  These torture devices were pretty but it would be the last time she let Darcy talk her into a purchase strictly because they looked hot. Maybe it was the cold.  Maybe it was the face that her feet were planning mutant, but she didn't notice anything amiss as she climbed into the stairs to get to her apartment.  Unlocking her door, the first thing she did was kick off the heels and sigh.  Her coat made its way to the back of the couch and she slowly peeled off her shirt and gloves, knowing that Remy wasn't around.  He would have made his presence known at this point.  Or so she'd hoped.  Standing in her bathroom, clad in just her skirt and her bra, she started the bath and leaned against the sink, ready to relax.  It was then that she finally realized something was wrong.  Taking a deep breath, there was a tinge of smoke in the air and not the kind from Remy's cigarettes.  "Shit."  Quickly, she turned off the water and ran into her living room, pulling the blouse back on and sticking her head out of her apartment door.  Her neighbor was doing the same thing and they exchanged a look.  A moment later, there was a cry of fire from down the hall.  She looked at her neighbor.  "Call 911 and get outta here.  Now!" Rogue turned back into her apartment and grabbed her gloves and slid her feet into the nearest pair of shoes that was not going to kill her, her warm and fuzzy boots.  Pulling them on, she ran down the hall and started to banging on doors.  She was moving on instinct, wanting to make sure everyone was safe.  The last door she knocked on was hot to the touch and she swore, knowing fire lay on the other side and she had no idea how to stop it.

[TEXT] So I've sparred with a god.  Feel like taking me?

The Southern mutant settled down with her back against the pillar that held up the lion statue.  Everything was fine until she opened the soda and it got all over the front of her coat.  So much for a nice, quiet lunch.