staturity:

It was time to visit her favorite Starklings and this time she wasn't going to beg Uncle Stark for money.

No, this was just another normal trip to Avengers Mansion... yeah right, since when was a trip to Avengers Mansion normal?

redheadspy:

It was the one talk Natasha hadn't been looking forward to, but she had to do it. Boundaries needed to be set so they wouldn't be stepping on each other's toes, not that there would be much of it with Matt being in San Francisco, but they were both responsible for a young girl.

Natasha picked a small cafe in the Village. The place didn't hold any history for either of them, which was good. This was going to be hard enough without physical reminders of the past.

Natasha grabbed a cup of tea and a table while she waited.

madscienceman:

Griffen is often in another world. He can't help it. When he gets to work everything fades into numbers. He was there right now. Lost in his work not even really reacting to anything but the energy that came from work.

He forgot about the burner behind him. And the fact his shirt wasn't tucked in. Oops.

He yelped and quickly got oit off before he actually got hurt and stomped it out. One of the other scientists working at the other end of the lab ran over and stared at the sight. He gave Griffen a small look of amusement.

"You know, Grif. You need to start paying attention more," the other man said.

Griffen rolls his eyes. "Yeah. I get that. I was just trying to work what went wrong with that test run on the new coolant."

He gives a blurry blink. "Why was that on anyways?"

The other man coughs. "Lunch."

Griffen pulls back and stares. Lunch? Seriously? What is wrong with people.

ngserpentsoc:

Vadoma Calderu, Queen Cobra, looked at the assembled group. They were all handpicked for specific reasons and should guarantee Vadoma reached her ultimate goal. The Serpent Crown was destined to reemerge into the world and Vadoma would be the one to be there when it did.

"Do you all understand what needs to be done?" she asked the group. Nods and a chorus of yeses answered her. "Good," she said with much satisfaction. "Now go. You know what needs to be done, go do it."

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.