You could live an entire life in New York and never see anybody you know on the street, and here Jack was seeing two people he knew a little twice in the same month. It had to be a record.
"Is this a private party?" he asked from behind the stranger. His backpack was dropped to the side after he slid two loaded clubs from it. "The last one was fun. He's not S.H.I.E.L.D., but what is?"
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