Avery had dozed off in his easy chair this morning after coming home from work. Actually, before his boss sent him home from work for trying to work on his birthday. Avery didn't see what the big deal was; turning thirty-three wasn't something he really wanted a party for.
So he'd come home and fallen asleep in his chair, where he'd started to dream. In the dream, he saw a man with long golden horns standing outside the Defenders compound. Avery knew he didn't know this man, yet this was something familiar about him that he just couldn't put his finger on.
Something about him reminded Avery of his father, in a way.
Still, when Sydney and Avery show up, he awakens, and ambles over to the door, opening it.
"Hey, you two! Come on in. Is that a cake?" he asks.
Crap.
They knew, didn't they?
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