Doors

I wasn't a student and American High School sucked.

So. What did I miss?

[Public]
[As Hawkeye, duh.]

Hey teenagers. Make like an after school special and stop doing drugs. Or stupid dares. Or whatever you're making me waste my netarrows on.

[Private to Spider-Man]

So I heard you're not some old creepy nerd anymore.

[Private to Death]

Muerte. I need you to puppy sit.

[Private to Harley Q.]

Harley. I need you to level up my Mesmer.

[comm to eddie]

[Early evening, just after her classes finish for the day. Crappy reality TV in the background. Beeeeeep until he picks up.]

[Delivery for Dylan M]
[To his desk, a CIA-issue box, with a CIA-issue comm inside.]

[Comm to Dylan M]
[The next day, after he's had time to verify it's legitimate and, she assumes, deactivate any tracks on it. Beep, at about 7 am, because she figures nerds stay up all night playing console games, and are sound asleep at 7 am.]

[As John S.]

The dreams are one thing. Now I'm sleep walking. Or something.