Prideview Random

I really want to hit something. Hard.

Steve? Tony? Would one of you care to oblige?

You know what? Fuck it. Just...fuck it!

Claire, boys, Nathan and I will be celebrating on Christmas Eve, if you'd like to join us. Peter, Arthur, Angela, you're welcome too. Really, anyone in the family is welcome. I promise, I'm not a terrible cook. Nathan will back me up on that. He'd better anyway. It's just dinner and exchanging gifts, but we thought it would be nice to get everyone together. Dinner will be around six.

Tony, Steve, unless you boys had plans, you're welcome to stop by. And, of course, Hank and Jan, unless you had other plans.

Apparently there is no such thing in life as a 'lull' in politics. I did know this before, but somehow managed to forget that for a few weeks.

Long hours and late night. Gotta love them, right?

Monty, Simon -- there will be Christmas dinner and presents.

You too, Gabriel.

And anyone else is welcome. You can't expect Angela to slave over a hot oven for days while she's pregnant, boys.

Mom? Dad? This isn't Grandma's house. Where am I? Where are you?

When I told my Chief of Staff that I needed a holiday, this wasn't what I had in mind.

Carol? Are you here too?

Nathan, sweetheart, have you talked to Claire today? I tried her cell and she didn't answer and she missed work today. I'm starting to get a little worried.

Nathan, darling, we need to talk.

This is new. And here I was thinking that I wouldn't be seeing New York again anytime soon.

Anthony Edward Stark, I'm kicking your ass as soon as you get out of the hospital, just so you know. And yes, I did just use your full name, since Potts and Jarvis aren't here to smack some sense into you.

I'm so glad you're alright, but if you ever do something so stupid again? I'll kill you myself.

( Tony )

On a scale of one to ten, one being drunk and ten being wasted, where do I fall to end up in a different city when I wake up? Eleven? Twenty two? Going for twenty two. Don't recall getting wasted, but hey, it happens. Not lately, but you know, it did. So it can. And it has. Go figure. Shit

Strange.

I don't remember being in New York. Or being alive, actually.

I've just been given part ownership of the building as it looks like Mr. Sark has disappeared. This means that you'll probably all be seeing a lot more of me.

( Private to Carol Danvers )

Heaven looks a lot like New York City.

D.L.?

This place just isn't going to be big enough to work. I'm going to have to make "modifications" to the apartment. By modifications I mean reconstruct this place until it doesn't suck as much.

I'm really bored.

And I don't like being here without Daddy Johnny and its real cold. :((