invisigirl:

She'd already picked out the dress to the charity ball. Now came the most important thing-getting a date. Yeah, her parents said that she didn't need one, but her first big social event? No one wants to be caught dead with their parents. You might as well be a hermit.

Luckily for Val, she already knew exactly who she wanted to go with.

Picking her cellphone up off her desk, she dialed the number of said possible date. Drumming her fingers on the desk as she listened to it ringing on the other line.

Hopefully, the closet incident was all just a humorous memory....

staturity:

Cassie chewed a tablet of tums. "Come on, hurry up..." She muttered.

A few hours earlier Cassie had thrown up. That by itself wasn't too unusual. Everyone got sick every now and then and normally she would have ignored it. She would have if her period hadn't also been late. At first she chalked that to stress and her active lifestyle, which she probably should have known better. It wasn't like her birth control had ever failed before. 99% effective when used correctly her ass. O.K., maybe she'd accidentally skipped it sometimes but she was busy.

This was why she was alternating between looking at her stomach in the bathroom mirror and staring at the pregnancy test strip in her hand.

Five minutes later, somewhat in a daze, she walked out of the bathroom and went to find Kristoff.

quitethecharmer:

As a general rule, men do not like being involved with moving people's stuff besides their own. Moving other people's stuff subjects them to being on the receiving end of a very large number of demands and at the mercy of their own indecisions as to where things should go.

Vincent wasn't currently regretting promising to help Andrea move, but he was reserving the right to do so. It wasn't that he was fatigued by anything he was having to carry, but the number of items made the procedure tedious. She seemed to have an endless collection of figurines and other collectibles. Being that it was only being moved from one floor of the building to the other, there was also none of the usual reasonable 'excuse' to let boxes remain unpacked for a while. Everything was being repositioned, and in a few cases, extra shelves were being put up.

There was also the fact that all of her boxes were labelled with bar-codes she had printed, making them somewhat less than intelligible to others. Vincent shook his head as he opened another box. "I see.. notebooks. Where do these go?" He looked over to his girlfriend.

next_avenger:

James said he would visit and he wasn't one to break his word. He walked into the lobby of the Baxter Building and went to the reception desk.

"Hello. I'm here to see Miss Valeria Richards," he said. "Could you please let her know James Romanov-Rogers is here to see her?" He smiled nervously. "Thank you."

anyastark:

From: Anya Stark
To: Sammy Fury, Iason, Clint Barton, Bobbi Morse-Barton, Toni Rhodes, Eliza Romanova, Nightingale, Emily Banner, James Rogers, Daniel Sherwood, Jack Murdock, Kalypso, Cassandra Vernard, Kristoff Vernard, Tony Stark, Natasha Stark, Misha Romanov, Valeria Richards, Charlie Rogers

Hey all.

Steve's birthday is in 11 days and I'd love to have a surprise party for him. So Dec 18th at the mansion. 7pm. I need a victim volunteer to get him out of the mansion so we can decorate.

RSVP to me.

Also the first person to let it slip gets a suitable punishment.


Anya

nextgen_misc:

A man holding a piece of parchment stood in Times Square, the crossroads of the world, and read from the page. A spell was cast and the Montesi Formula, which once wiped out all vampires, was reversed. The all of the vampires that had been destroyed reformed right in front of the spell caster. They looked around for a few moments, confused about what had happened. Then the hunger took a hold and Times Square was full of humans with warm blood flowing through their veins.

nextgen_misc:

You are cordially invited to attend the 26th annual Maria Stark Foundation's Winter Charity event.

Four Seasons Hotel
57 East 57th Street
New York, NY 10022

Saturday December 19th
Seven O'clock pm - Midnight

Formal dress required.

Please bring a donation for Toys for Tots.

anyastark:

The Avenger and the Fantastic Four girls (and one non-Avenger girl) were camped out in the rec room of the mansion. Normally it'd be the Hydrobase but there was no Jarvis out there and Anya wasn't allowed out there, so they took over the mansion rec room instead. Shopping, Anya's favorite past time, was out due to it being Black Friday. Not even she was brave enough to face the crowds, even in armor. So it was an all-day movie marathon.

The Princess Bride was just finishing and Anya looked to the other girls. "What do we want next?"

quitethecharmer:

Vincent knocked at the door to his brother's lab. He'd been carefully rehearsing and mapping out possible turns in the conversation ahead of time, and was in his mind fully prepared. He was about to have to eat some crow, not his favorite concession to make.

"Kristoff? Do you have some time? I wanted to discuss something with you."

nextgen_holiday:

“We need to be more grateful. I think there is no true character without gratitude. It is one of the marks of a real strong character to have a feeling of thanksgiving and gratitude for blessings. We need more of that spirit in our homes, in our daily associations, in the church, everywhere. It doesn't cost anything, and it is so easy to cultivate.” - Ezra Taft Benson

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent woke up, and instinctively smiled, already knowing what day it was without having to think twice. It was his birthday. More than that, it was his eighteenth birthday. Perhaps not so great a deal in the Asgard of his birth or the Latveria of his father, but here, in the country he had made his home, it meant a great deal. He had high hopes for the day.

There had been that miserable little worm of a thought that Kristoff was no longer legally expected to look after him, but that was routinely quashed each time it came up.

discardedheir:

The morning of Saturday, November 14 dawned. With the whole Fantastic Four family there, the chairs and a few minor decorations for the empty 29th floor of the Baxter building were easily set up. The rest of the guests would be arriving soon, Cassandra's friends among the Avengers.

Jennifer Walters had been kind enough to recommend the judge. Their license was in order. The bride was with the maid of honor and there was no word of any problems at the moment.

By noon, Cassandra would be his, officially. Scotty, too, to an extent.
If any outsider prevented that, Kristoff was not absolutely certain he could keep himself from ...a display of excessively bad manners.

nextgen_misc:

All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it has been come to be called, is a popular holiday with children and adults alike. It is a holiday that had its roots in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain or Summer's End. Samhain celebrated the end of the "lighter half" of the year and the beginning of the "darker half".

On this evening the barriers between this world and the Otherworld were believed to be thin and the spirits, good and bad, of the dead could pass through. The spirits of the family's ancestors were welcomed in while evil and bad spirits were warded off by the wearing of masks and costumes. The costumes and masks disguised one as a harmful spirit and avoided harm from others.

It was also a harvest celebration and time to take stock of food stores for the winter. Livestock were slaughtered and the meat prepared for storage. It was the final harvest of the year and the crops were then stored for the winter. Celebrations included bonfires and tales of the family's ancestors.

It was a celebration of the dead and of the harvest.

Today we dress up in scary and not so scary costumes and masks and go door to door for candy or attend costume parties. It is a night for revelry, pranks and fun.

The streets of New York saw children and adults dressed up in costumes and moving about.

quitethecharmer:

While Vincent and his brother loved each other very much, it was fairly obvious to most that Kristoff was not the most jubilant of individuals. Therefore, as he had done for several years prior, Vincent dispensed with noise and ceremony when wishing his brother a happy birthday. Simple things were to be appreciated. That was why, when Kristoff parted himself from his work that day, he would find a platter with spiced tea and banitsa, accompanied by a birthday card he had made that played Vivaldi with repulsor noises once opened.

The rest of his day's schedule had been cleared, with the intention of a stroll through Central Park and an art gallery, and Vincent himself would be easy to find in the building.

discardedheir:

Kristoff sat Cassandra down in a fairly comfortable seat amidst a bunch of lab equipment. Scotty was with his grandfather.

"As far as we have been able to ascertain, this is the situation: fortunately, the reason the neural encoding changes caused by the nanites seem to have taken so long after they were introduced to start affecting you is that they have to constantly maintain their effects; nothing has been permanently neurologically altered. So the gradual buildup of noticeable problems required some time. And once we use the right series of radiation to take the nanites out of the equation, there shouldn't be a risk of a serious negative reaction." Which was an incredible relief. Still... "Finding varieties of radiation which would do that without causing you any physiological damage has been difficult, and of course I'd rather err on the side of caution. But I've found a set of safe forms that I believe will be effective."

Assuming this worked, it would be the best conceivable birthday present to himself ever.

discardedheir:

After talking to Cassandra, Kristoff returned to his lab and looked at the coins for just a few minutes in thoughtful silence.

And then, of course, Manners required one thing. He wrote four words neatly on a piece of paper, which he slipped into an envelope and put in his coat, before locking the bag of coins away in one of the lab's various secure drawers.

Then, after running a little more data about circumventing the nanites, Kristoff gathered some of his notes to bring with him as he left the lab.

Soon he knocked on the door of his brother's bedroom.

staturity:

Cassie folded her arms and looked at the Doom's "gift" for her and Kristoff's wedding. She waited long enough to be sure Vincent had left before calling Kristoff. It was time to get this over with quickly before something happened. If it happened. If. It might be harmless.

...Yeah, right.

"Kristoff? Can you come up" She called over the comm system.

staturity:

Getting shot was not an easy thing to recover from. Cassie was off the pain killers, walking around, and was going to be discharged fairly soon. Between worrying about physical therapy, Scotty, her upcoming wedding, and Kang, it wasn't that odd for Cassie to miss a few things.

But missing something like a funky looking snake tattoo on her ankle? She didn't know how that happened.

"What the frak?" She sat on her bed and pulled her foot up so she could get a closer look. Unfortunately that involved moving her ab muscles (seriously, was there any movement that didn't involve those muscles?). "Ow."

quitethecharmer:

Vincent carried the 'personal' mail for the building under one arm, having felt like picking it up himself for a change. All the usual papers related to fanmail went through scanning by HERBIE, and Kristoff's patent related mail went directly to his office. Just the usual light load from actual friends and relatives.

And... a package in plain brown paper, with no markings. It had a woodsy scent to it that prickled at Vincent's memory, making him uneasy. It had to have passed through security screenings to make it this far into the building, so he wasn't concerned about it being a bomb, not one of any mundane make anyway. He turned it over, and everything else he was holding slipped from his hands as he gripped it tightly, his nostrils flaring as he headed for his magical research lab.

The package bore the Latverian royal seal.

~~

Several hours of strenuous mystical testing later, he was convinced the package would do no harm, and opened it. Inside was a deerskin pouch, filled with coins. A simple piece of parchment with a simple note of Kristoff's impending marriage.

His... Kristoff's... their father had seen fit to send a traditional engagement gift. Vincent's jaw tightened and he was tempted to incinerate the present right then and there. How dare he throw Kristoff table scraps after all this time? Worse, what if Kristoff welcomed them? What if he wanted to invite him?

He shut the pouch and note inside a secure safe in the wall, then called Andrea. He wasn't planning on asking her advice, but he needed out of the building immediately.

staturity:

Fourteen long, painful hours of labor and the baby Cassie carried for nine months was in her arms at last. Everything was taken care of, she was wheeled into a private room, urged to sleep after such a long delivery, and left alone (well, mostly left alone, her father at least, had left). Really, she should sleep. She was exhausted. But she also had an adrenaline rush from hell.

Mostly, though, she didn't want to let go of her son.

It was funny, Cassie thought Scotty would look like Nate but she saw more of herself in him. Of course it was obvious who his father was, given away by the features of his tiny face, not to mention his dark skin and hair.

"Hey baby." She said softly.

Please don't let Kang show up now. Please God, please.

staturity:

It took six hours of surgery to fix the damage Kang's weapon caused. It was six more hours before Cassie was awake, and nearly half a day before she was well enough for the breathing tube to come out.

The doctors walked her through what they'd done and what to expect during recovery. She got off lucky, the doctors told her. They had no idea.

staturity:

Another morning, another day school day for Scotty.

The battle (and oh, that word was so accurate for it) to get her son out of bed was over. He was dressed, fed, and all she needed to do was drive him to school. He was still tired but usually by the time the drive was over he was alert and excited to be learning.

Today was just like any other day. Or so Cassie thought.

discardedheir:

The "axe-wielding maniac" had been active too close to the Baxter Building to escape the Fantastic Four's immediate attention.

And so here they are. And he was hardly difficult for them to contain, although he was obviously quite, quite fast which made taking him down less than immediate.

awesome_andrea:

It had been, in Andrea's opinion, a most enjoyable evening.  To her own amazement, she had proven surprisingly capable at dancing.  Perhaps not so surprising, really, when one considered her ability to sync her body movements to a rhythm and keep time with computerized precision.  But she had not employed her more mechanical aspects that evening, relying instead on a bit less regulated talent, not even absorbed from those around her.


They stayed out much of the night, returning to the Baxter Building very late (or very early, depending on how one considered the situation), though the activities did not stop there.  They were young, in love, and still quite filled with passion.  Andrea had not been quite prepared for sex, not yet, not until she was certain she had properly adjusted her programming and capabilities so that it was a pleasurable activity for all involved, but it had been quite close.  To use a baseball metaphor, second base had most definitely been reached.


Early still, passions had given way to the need for sleep, even for androids (she mimicked a regular human sleep cycle when possible), a sleep spent wrapped in each others arms.

The late of day worked its way through the windows of the Baxter Building...

discardedheir:

She was so beautiful.
It was pretty much all Kristoff could think about as he kissed her again after his shirt hit the floor.
That and how much he wanted to make her happy, just to make her happy.
It certainly seemed to be going well, too. The strange tension she seemed to be under so much lately seemed to have been lifted. He was certainly doing his best to make her as comfortable as possible.
"I love you, Cassandra," he whispered.

staturity:

Nearly every girl dreams of being a queen at one point in their life. Cassie just never expected any of her dreams to be like this.
( That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. )

discardedheir:

Cassandra and Kristoff talked to Scotty. The boy'd had a lot to take in these past couple weeks, but this at least was good stuff.

And then, over the communication system. "Vincent? Andrea? While it is not an emergency, Cassandra and I would like to speak to you as soon as possible."

discardedheir:

They had been home from their ordeal for a little more than a week. Kristoff had spent a good portion of that -- when he wasn't checking on Cassandra and Scotty -- upgrading all of the Baxter buildings' defenses with great thoroughness.

He looks over his lab. Specifically at his most recently created...project.

At first, the shame welled up and he'd closed the box and shoved it in a drawer.

But that, he decided, was stupid. Enough hesitation. There would probably always be a good reason to wait longer. He slipped it into his pocket.

Then he fixed some tea. He brought it over to just outside the 'Lang Suite' of the building.

nextgen_misc:

The Fantastic Four’s new location was, as it had been last time, in the middle of a busy square. The architecture of the buildings was different, more advanced and with an oriental feel. There was a garden in the center of the square, well cared for and vibrant. Not very far from the square there was a Sphinx. If the unwilling time travelers at first assumed that they were In Egypt, they could not be faulted. However, there was a landmark that would place them in New York City: the Statue of Liberty. At least that was it had been. Now Lady Liberty was transformed, now bearing a striking resemblance to one member of their team: Cassandra Lang.

awesome_andrea:

With Kristoff and Cassie off doing their own thing, it left Andrea and Vincent plenty of alone time to explore the happiest place on Earth together.  Together.  Such a strange and pleasing thought.  Andrea would not have believed it possible before now, had not understood the strange feelings that had filled her processor.    But now, feelings had been admitted and a coupling established.  And in the busy summer season, it was remarkably easy for the two youngest members of the Fantastic Four to pass completely unnoticed amongst the crowd (other than being two rather attractive young individuals.  One particular passerby had questioned if they were stars from one of the many teen dramas on television).

Andrea already considered the day to be quite the success  She had a mouse-eared hat and she had managed to convince Vincent to wear one as well.  They had already been through the Haunted Mansion and been quite pleased to pretend to be impressed and frightened by the ghosts.  Considering they had encountered real ghosts before, it was not nearly as frightening as it could have been.

Now, however, they were standing in-line for the Pirates of the Carribean.  Andrea had seen the movies on DVD and had created quite the catelog of historical facts (unrelated the the ficticious event of the movie themselves) that had been incorrect in the presentation.  Hopefuly, the ride would be more accurate.

She looked to her right and smiled at Vincent.  "Are you enjoying yourself?"

nextgen_parent:

With the right technology, the various offspring of Nathaniel Richards I were not terribly difficult to track down when he recalled their existence.

This time, he was after his favorite unacknowledged bastard. It had been more than a decade. The lad was doing well enough for himself, apparently. No more satisfaction about siring the absolute monarch of Latveria, though. Pity about that -- some sort of Matter of Honor, wasn't it? Boy must've gotten that from Mirela. Or, well, Doom himself, from a less genetic perspective.

But his thoughts were digressing again. Kristoff. And his little friends. In need of a visit. A treat. A bit of a warning. Currently in...the region of Orlando, Florida. Nathaniel, having prepared the equipment he'd need for this little excursion, materialized in one of the rooms of the resort suite in which they were staying. Seeing only Kristoff there, he at first said nothing and just smiled.

discardedheir:

He was going to do everything right this time.

Dr. Kristoff Vernard, impeccably dressed and damned if he'll be nervous, knocked on Scott Lang Sr.'s door when he was fairly certain he would not be busy.

discardedheir:

It needed to be perfect. He'd original focused on the manipulation of pressure and temperature within a miniscule forcefield, but for the last few layers, he'd brought out the hydrocarbon gas for chemical vapor disposition.

He was still considering what metal to incorporate. Would titanium be inappropriate? Kristoff realized he had a slight bias towards using titanium for a lot of things. It needed more thought, and it wasn't ready for that part, anyway.

Not to mention the fact that the entire project might well be completely pointless.

Very optimistic, Dr. Vernard.

He reaches a safe shutdown point and stores the container away before going back to his room to dress for dinner.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent walked with Andrea into the common area, where they'd both called for their 'senior' teammates to join them. "Kristoff... Cassandra... there is something of importance both Andrea and I feel we should discuss with you." There was a calm resolve about him, but a somewhat sullen tone as well.

discardedheir:

Since Vincent had started dating more than a year ago, Kristoff has been far from entirely happy with his approach to it. But he's almost always done little more than the most rudimentary hall-monitoring, trying to be grateful that at least he knew all the fairly-interchangeable girls were willing.

This time, though, not long after speaking to Andrea, he's standing waiting when Vincent gets home, his expression serious. "We need to talk."

awesome_andrea:

Andrea paced nervously, various programs of differing weight and thought-strings running rapidly through her processor.  She was beginning to fear she was experienced cascade failure.  She was beginning to think she was defective.  She was beginning to think there was something seriously wrong with several of her systems.  Vincent had done some work on them, including putting considerable design effort into her "skin", but the bulk of the work and science work in general was done by Kristoff.

So she sought him out, using the Baxter Building's computer to locate him.  "Kristoff?"  she asked, as she approached.  "May I speak with you?"

awesome_andrea:

Andrea, to the untrained and unfamiliar eye, seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time watching television.  And it was true that she enjoyed television very much and did spent a lot of time watching it.  What this ignored, however, was her ability to multitask and process different strands simultaneously.

At this moment, for example, she was watching the news, using approximately 30% of her processing power to pay attention to it.  A full 40% of her processing power was devoted to her on-line education classes, including a portion devoted to research for an assignment.  A surprising 20% of her processing power was being devoted to Vincent, including several recursive strings that she did not fully understand and that had, in fact, begun to worry her to the point where she should likely ask Kristoff to run a deeper-diagnostic.  And the remaining 10% was devoted to basic systems funcationality.

All of which basically meant she could split her attention several ways without the loss of performance that an ordinary human might have.

Even still, it was several moments before the TV-watching strand connected with other parts of her processor, signaling a high-priority alarm. She redistributed her processing power to give her complete attention to the television.

"....amateur video from the random attacks on the Fantastic Four showcasing "Awesome" Andrea of the young Fantastic Four fighting the criminal know as the Thinker.  "Awesome" Andrea, also known as Andrea Denker, appears unusually effected by a localized electromagnetic pulse and then..."

The video continues, showing Andrea being decapitated (she shuddered at that memory), leaving a shower of sparks, circuits, and wires.

"This raises serious questions about the most mysterious and least-known member of the Fantastic Four.  Their public relations officer declined to comment when questioned earlier this week..."

Andrea's processing faculties largely failed to notice just how tightly she was gripping the arm of the couch.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent was pleased with himself. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary, Vincent was generally pleased with himself; but this was exceptional. His two childhood friends, his best friend and teammate, and his adoptive/extended family, all sitting down to dinner together. Granted, the Richards family and their lot weren't in attendance, but this was still very nice. Combining it with the fact that he'd picked them all up their dinners of choice from one of the city's best eateries was just icing.

Once they were all settled, and he'd explained how he'd met the wolf daughters, he made the 'official' introductions.

"And so... Moira and Danielle Hrimharisdottin... Kristoff Vernard, Cassandra and Scotty Lang, and 'Awesome' Andrea Denker." He gestured around the table with a bit of flourish, before sitting back down between Moira and Andrea.

discardedheir:

Kristoff woke, very sore, head pounding. He was out of his armor, his hands restrained and locked behind his back. He hadn't ascertained what kind of lock yet, because he was busy noticing the other compartments. Separating everyone via transparent plastic was fairly...classic. He spotted Vincent first, apparently well; Kristoff was actually grateful just to see him even under the circumstances, with all he'd started to fear...
Cassandra, too, though she didn't seem to have regained consciousness, seemed essentially unharmed.
There wasn't a fourth compartment. Instead, outside any of the plastic confines, standing next to his own armor, was Andrea's body. And set beside Cassie was Andrea's head.

awesome_andrea:

Andrea was, frankly, rather bored.  She had completed the bulk of her coursework for the day--the benefits on an on-line education before she had adopted her more human appearance. 

She had forced herself to read only one chapter in the new book she had purchased. 

She had enjoyed a brief chat with Roberta during a lull in lobby traffic.

She had checked the Negative Zone monitors, as well as the Microverse Portal.

After that, she had watched her daily soap operas, followed by a game of chess with HERBIE.  She was almost certain he had lost on purpose, but could not fathom the reason why.

More worrisome, however, was that she had not heard from Kristoff or Cassie all day.  Most unusual.

But for right now, she was going to go stir crazy if she did not get out of the building soon.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent grumbled to himself as he sat through another English course. He hated writing essays, and creative writing was the worst of all. He'd come up with a successful constructive formula based on market trends to come up with effective fiction, but his semesters in this hellish humanities component had never yielded him better than an A average. A miserable tarnish against his A+ average otherwise. He refused to let the subject cow him, so he insisted on taking it every year though.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh as the peon he was supposed to address as 'teacher' rambled on, turning his head towards the window.

staturity:

Cassie waved at her son and watched him disappear from view into his school. Family stuff done, time for amateur sleuthing. She hadn't seen Kristoff yet today so he was either busy and didn't want to be bothered or... being Kristoff and didn't want to be bothered but probably should be.

She'd hold off calling him for now. First she wanted to go see her dad.

Ten minutes later and she had parked her car outside of her father's apartment and started walking for the door.

staturity:

Bad news always came when you were finally getting some time to relax, experience told Cassie this was true.

"Dad slow down you're not making any sense. What hap-" She paused and pulled on her hair with her free hand. "What? Where were you?" She was now pacing up and down the hall, intently listening to her father over the cell phone. "O.K. you were obviously set up. Do you know who might-" Another pause and she had to fight the urge to bang her head against the wall. "O.K., O.K., it's some sort of shape shifter, maybe a skrull or..." God there were so many shape shifting villains out there. Or people who could manipulate the recording themselves. "I'll find out I promise... Yes, I'll be careful... yes of course... Alright, I love you too." And end phone call. Cue wanting to scream very very loudly.

nextgen_baddie:

He'd just gotten into New York yesterday -- after a little more Balkan agitation; couldn't let it settle -- and things were already going so well.

It took a bit of care slipping into the Stark Inc building as Scott Lang, disabling the cameras in Lang's office -- thank you, Mr. Dillon -- and thoroughly trashing the place before slipping out, but T'g'rt managed.

Before the fallout could come from that, he left the following voice message from a payphone in Queens, just a stone's throw from Riker's.

" 'Awesome Andrea'? Really? Not even an attempt to be subtle? Or are you trying to fit in better by being as obvious as possible? What must people think, if they think at all? Speaking of thinking, how do you feel about family reunions? Be seeing you."

Now to sit back and let things simmer for a while.

staturity:

Cassie Lang really didn't want to be here. It had been bad enough telling her dad. He hadn't yelled at her but she wished she had. His silent disappointment hurt more.

But she owed it to Kristoff to tell him in person. At the least they were friends and at most they were, well, something a lot more. Which was why she was here at the Baxter Building looking for him.

staturity:

It was the end of the school year and the last report card for little Scott's first grade. Good grades all around- As and Bs. There were some incidents that blackened the report but she all ready knew about those. She'd had a talk with Scotty about how he wasn't allowed to take apart the computers in the computer lab. She'd also had a talk with him about how he wasn't supposed to hit the other kids at school during recess. That she was more concerned about considering his father was... well...

But she'd gotten into fights as a child too. It was just one of those things. Right?

Right?

She really wished parenthood came with a manual.

discardedheir:

Well, that had been interesting. Cassandra Lang was a godsend for translating 'Do not appear to be forcing his hand in this you fools!' into something to which people of influence would listen.

The problem of tensions around Latveria hadn't been solved, mind you, but they'd done what they could on the front they'd tried, and Kristoff was optimistic about parts of it.

Then Cassie had something to attend to briefly. After a quick check-in with Andrea over the communication system, Kristoff was humming Leslie Fish's 'Hope Eyrie,' an established habit to cheer or calm himself, as he went looking to see if Vincent was up yet.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent wandered his way into the common area on the 'kids' floor of the Baxter Building, sitting himself on the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. He glanced over at the on the entertainment center. Seven a.m., Sunday morning. Not the worst time to be getting back from a good Friday night, and a better Saturday, he mused to himself. He noted some lingering lipstick on his shirt; have to remember to point that out when he dropped it at the cleaner's.

He picked up a general use organizer from the table, tapping in his personal identification. "Voice messages left since last checked?"

"Twenty two," the digital voice replied.

"Organizational code Amorason-five. Discount messages from colleges seeking my enrollment, research facilities or weapons manufacturers offering jobs, aspiring 'mages', or young women I have made implications to call back but have not for reasons of my choosing."

"No new messages," the voice amended. Vincent turned his attention away from the organizer, reaching for the television remote and queuing up recorded news broadcasts for the past 48 hours. He turned his attention back to the organizer. "H.E.R.B.I.E., order half a dozen bacon egg and cheese bagel sandwiches from Schlotsky's Deli. Two with meunster, four with cheddar. Three on asiago parmesean, three on poppyseed. Large mint tea with honey and two sugars. For delivery." He smirked. "Charged to Mister Grimm's tab. Memo - Inquire about his poker tab to 'the Doomling' if charge disputed." He sent the message to the building's robotic gopher, then put down the remotes and stretched his arms over his head, settling his hands at the back of his neck. He noticed the phone number written on the inside of one of his forearms. He doubted he'd write it down before he showered.

The news started up with some fluff piece on Central Park using falcons for rat control, and Vincent smirked. This was indeed the good life.

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