Doors

[Stephanie B]

I'm going to need a new comm.

[Kara Z]

Why am I doing this first? You threw me across a river! Dammit

[Lots of cursor blinking.]

Just like a band-aid

[More cursor blinking.]

Just do it, Hels. Stop being a cowa

I'm sorry.

[Left where the Cat rests his head]
[The shiny belongs to one of the doctors at Rutledge. It's distinctive and memorable, and there are tiny scratches at the bow from tiny, gripping teeth. It's left two days after this, and there are fresh scratches along the back metal, messy and obviously made with something rudimentary, spelling out: It is always later, after you've looked. It smells faintly reminiscent of electricity during a storm, antiseptic and a sweet-soft musk.]

[E-mail to Harry Osborn, Oscorp]
[Mid-morning, after pacing the lab a dozen times before finally finding the courage.] My view leaves something to be desired, Mr. Osborn.

[Ben S, Thor]

Hi, my name is Casey Donovan. I'm looking for [...] Thor, King of Biceps.

[LOCKED to Iris R.]

Can we talk, kid? My name is Joey.

[During this]

Is Casey Donovan known to you?

[Comm Max M]

Beep beep.