Rooms

Who: Seven (ft. Bean + Marta)
What: In the hospital
Where: Brooklyn Hospital Center (Marvel)
When: After the emergency c-section
Warnings/Rating: Nada

( He leaned closer to the bed where Marta slept, glancing at her with the hope that she’d wake up so that they could share in this. And then she could pretend to be annoyed by Seven referring to their kid as a burrito, and he’d get to see her smile. )

[Phone call to Marta. The second that she picks up:]

For the love of god, tell me that you're fucking alright. Both of you.

[Liam, after hesitation]

You make it?

[Sam]

Honey?

[Helena]

No catastrophic vehicular accidents this time around, that's got to count as an improvement.

[Public]

This is what I get for complaining about never going anywhere nice.

Who: Helena, Marta, and Seven
What: Ice cream!
Where: Seven's place
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: Probably language.

Marta not responding to her was not, technically, an emergency. It was concerning, which was why she had her belt hidden beneath a black hoodie, and several knives tucked between her calves and boots. That was the cautious side; the one that said that she'd gotten distracted talking to Seven stopped to get six gallons of ice cream (because no one could really ever have enough) in the promised varieties of Mint Chocolate Chip, Rocky Road, Vanilla, Chocolate, Cake Batter and Cookies 'N Cream. She even grabbed two of those handy rolling ice chests to bring them rolling up to Seven's front door with (it beat trying to carry a bunch of bags full of ice cream). And though she could have taken a cab, or boosted a car like she had during Crane's whatever-the-fuck it was, she walked, head dipped back slightly to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

It was all assumption that Helena came here first. Marvel hadn't changed any since the last time she was here - at least that she could tell - and neither had the house. It was still massive, still gorgeous with clean lines of metal and glass with wood accents that kept it from looking entirely sterile. Still gated though and her old code didn't work. "Paranoid much, Seven?" She muttered before security came to speak with her. Maybe they remembered her from before, maybe Seven told them she was coming; either way a few minutes later she was heading up to the house. Setting one of the chests upright against the wall, she knocked her knuckles loudly on the door. "Ice cream delivery! Come and get your ice cream!" Then, quietly so as not to be heard through the door: "Please be home. I don't want to be dragging these two things everywhere."

When the caffeine doesn't work, what do you use to help you stay up?

[Text to Seven's phone]
ICECREAM


[Hels]
If Seven can't bring me ice cream, you might need to visit right now.


[Thor]
What sort of things do pregnant women crave in Asgard?

[All from Hels.]

[Flash T]

Hey cowboy.

[Marta F & Seven M]

Monthly check in. How's Bean? Are we up to a Kiwi now? A small Ted E. Bear?

["Poughkeepsie" (Ronan X Anon)]

Confirmation on two out of four.

[Ring.]

[Locked to Seven M]
[After this.]

Seven?

[Phone call.]

Ring.

[Locked to Seven M]

Are...

Are you there?

Can I call?

[After receiving this.]

You're not gonna fucking believe this.

[Seven's cupid did it's best, and just hopes that he finds this gift acceptable.

Shortly after midnight, a white box tied up with a red ribbon appears on his nightstand. Inside the box is a brown leather photo album, heavy with the pictures inside. When he chooses to open it up, he will see pictures of the future, the details blurred, the faces difficult to make out. But enough details are present to tell of a happy daughter, a happy childhood being spoiled and given every opportunity imaginable. There are birthday parties and vacations, achievements at school, sports, music, theater, art... the possibilities are, in a word, endless.

The pictures go beyond childhood though. There's happiness in his daughter's future as an adult as well. Is that college she's going to? Is that her giving someone a kiss?

It's a glimpse of a future, of a daughter that was not messed up, of a daughter who is happy.

Happy Valentine's Day, Seven.]

It can't be Wednesday.

[After this.]

Fucking ring.

[As Hels.]

[Gwen S]
[From here.]

Wow.

Also, that was not what I asked.

[Seven M]

Back in one place now.

[Public]

What the fuc hell? I get that I'm from warmer places and this is my first winter with snow, but this can't be fucking [That one slips out.] normal, right?


[Thor]

[Locked to him, but she forgets to keep it anon. Thank you, pregnancy brain.]

Not even the blanket is enough to deal with all this snow.


[Seven]

Devi and Bean and I have decided that snow is fucking stupid.


[Liam]

[Okay, maybe this one is a bad idea, but...]

How're you holding up with the snow?

We should talk.

[Phone call to Seven M]

[The day after this. Caller ID shows it from a local hospital.]

Ring!

I am missing time.

I am missing time and my hands are bloody.

My hands are bloody.

What

the

fuck