Grab mum, kill Phil, get Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint Characters:Wicked, Alex and anyone else in the Tower. Setting: Avengers Tower Content: Nothing questionable Summary: Why slum it when you have rich friend?
If this was the end of humanity, The Tower was a perfect place to stay. It was high up, protected, and well stocked. The fact that it was as gorgeous as ever didn’t hurt either. As far as apocalypse shelters went this was not a bad set up and she wished she had thought of it sooner. If Alex and Tony could behave themselves it’d be perfect but she didn’t hold out hope. As for her own relationship with Tony she wasn’t particularly looking forward to any other lingering questions he had for her.
She figured Nick had bigger problem than dealing with one of his secrets getting leaked so she wasn’t too concerned with getting in trouble just yet. When this was all over she was probably in for the ass-kicking of her life. But right now she was eating left over cocktail olives from Stark’s bar and sharpening her now clean machete. Nick had to understand, it wasn't just about the shower or the food. It was about reaching some level of normality even if it was hunkering down with a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist.