Rooms

[Delivery for Tony S]
[Left with Tony's nurses some time after this. To be brought into his room; it's the revived ficus Steve promised to return, after he borrowed the thing from Tony's lab. It's considerably more alive than the last time anyone saw it. There's no note, but, there is a small replica of a familiar 'face' in the dark soil of the pot. Steve has rediscovered Legos.]

[Delivery for Bucky B]
[There's a handwritten note, familiar on old, old paper, and a wristband for Luna Park stuck in an envelope. (Being Captain America comes with some perks.)]

B—

Cyclone's still standing. Try again, jerk? They say 100^th time's the charm.

Yours,
Steve

P.S. I might still vomit. No promises.

[Private to Ra's]

Is mother here?

[Locked to Holly R]
[Once she gets word of this.]

Alright. So you aren't a thief. What are you?

[No matter what his parents or Bucky said, James was still worried about that anonymous person, the one who had replied on his journal post about skateboarding. He was confident in his abilities to fight but this wasn't his time. He didn't know how to operate in a world that still used manipulation and subtlety. In his time, Ultron was anything but subtle and when Hulk and Torunn had dealt with the robot (Hulk smashing him to pieces and Torunn nearly sacrificing herself to hurl the pieces into deep space), his forces had still lacked that subtlety but they had numbers.

He wasn't use to all this spy business but he was trying to learn as much as he could as fast as he could to help his mother. He wanted nothing more than to prove he was worthy of living up to their legends. And yes, they had told him he didn't need to worry about any of that but for most of his life it had been a driving force in his mind of never being worthy. Two years since defeating Ultron and growing wasn't enough time to shake off those feelings. Hell, maybe he never would. But the fact that they had told him to not worry about it was a start. And he was learning that he needed to be his own man, his own hero. He couldn't be shadows of his parents.

That thought made him lift his head up and he smiled faintly from the table he sat at, the book on skateboarding in front of him forgotten. He was going to make his own name here in this time. Sure people may call him Cap Jr here or Capulet or whatever nickname that stuck from the battles of New York and Boston but he didn't care. Names didn't matter so long as the job of helping people was getting done, right? That made him smile more and he began relaxing as he went back to reading. Perhaps there was a way he could implement skateboarding into his fighting styles...]

Who: Callum Alexander
What: Narrative
Where: Gotham City
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: None to speak of.

( The baggage he had been carrying was gone. )

[Locked to Clementine M]

So, I've heard the parade has rolled in to town. Don't tell me you were avoiding saying hi to me. I'll be quite hurt if you are.

Who: Helen Magnus
What: Narrative
Where: Sanctuary
When: Recent
Warnings/Ratings: Sads, that's about it.

( It was a vast emptiness that greeted her )

[She's known he's back. She's known for a good while. Gotham had shivered when he reappeared. She's kept her peace, but now...]

So is it inappropriate for me to say hello?

[Ring Ring!]

[Locked to Jude M]

You go on and tell me all the ways you missed me, sugar.

[Text to Tim Drake]
Want to be my date Saturday?