Doors

[Public]

F Seeks Grimbrain
For quiet walks through soul-eating prisons, candlelit dinners in a shrieking shack, and generally boundless joy and unquantifiable happiness. Serious inquiries only. Rather immediate moping wolf migraine relief required.

[Text messages sent after a very long traveling day - after a very long five days away in Langley dealing with the paperwork and inquiring minds regarding the latest shenanigans taking place on his team. It's the middle of the night, and he's not necessarily expecting answers right away. But he's kicked up on his couch with his suit jacket still on and a cold beer in the hand he's not using to text with]

[Text to Max M]

I can always tell how happy they are to see me by the accommodations they put me up in when I go for a visit. How are you? What can I bring you? Tomorrow. When the sun is up and I'm nursing a hangover instead of a beer.

[Text to HQ]

Back from Langley. They say hi. I won't be in until after the weekend. But I am bringing you set of captain wings from the airline. You don't have to thank me.

[Mass text to the other CIA kids]

I'll be in the office next week. Clean up your desks.

[locked to peter p.]

Hey, tiger. Long time, no see. MK is freaking I need someone to

[locked to harry o.]

I fucking ha Why haven't you Hate you [Nothing sent.]

[email to tony s.]

[Also CC'd to Pepper Potts, though MJ doesn't realize that.]

Mr. Stark,

Sorry I haven't been around very much the past month. I've had [...] complications with the other side of the door. No more fruit salad for lunch, right? Pretty sure that it's all gone bad by now. Let me know if you need anything

Mary Jane Watson

[public.]

Last week of summer in New York, and I haven't done one fun thing. It's a sin.

[Call to Mary Jane.]

[Ring, ring.]

[Public]

New York you have the best foooooood. There's no sand in my falafel.

[After being away from the Marvel door for nearly a month.]

[Locked to Harry O]
How do I Despite my irrational drunken behavior the last time we talked, I wanted you to know that I didn't intentionally miss our lunch. Do you think your father

[Locked to Peter P]
Miss me, bug boy?

[public]

Are dreams affected by the hotel?

[adam w]

I would be overjoyed to hear that you are not dead. Please verify that you are still alive.

[Locked to Peter P]
[Backdated, a few hours after Peter brings breakfast, before lunch with Harry.]

Is it too early to apologize? I lost my manual on how to recover from being terrible breakfast company.

[Efficient in tone, economy of words, with no introduction after the comm is answered.] I have some preliminary work to do that requires a cover. I understand you can arrange that.

[Private to Peter Parker]
[During this.]

Word to the wise? Parker. If some chick asks u to brunch you say fuck you im not.

[Also, after this, and also not completely sober, though she can't blame MK for that.]

[locked to harry o.]

Oh hey good to kn Jackass I was starting to Congrats.

[locked to flash t.]

About that party. Let's find something tonight.

[locked to peter p.]

Did he tell you? Please tell me he didn't tell

[locked to gwen s.]

Did he tell Are you pissed too Fuck this [Nothing sent.]

[After this, but before Sam gets locked up. So not sober.]

[Locked to Peter P]
Heey.

[Locked to Harry O]
[Very carefully typed.] Congratulations.

[GROUP LOCKED to Peter P, Gwen S, Flash T, & MaryJane W.]

Apparently weirdness went down, everyone okay?

[Delivery to Luke H.]

[Delivered by rapid post, a one-use black box the size of a deck of cards opened with a fingerprint. Inside: A comm link, smoothly pink to blend in but otherwise an unremarkable earpiece, ready for activation. It's blinking patiently.]

[Comm to Connor B. & Aaron T.]

[Boston accent, good mood, even voice.] Check in please.

[Company standard encrypted Electronic Delivery to Max M., Jack C. and Dylan M.]

[Cover paperwork. Max's new maiden name (and Jack's last name) is Mazorca. Her married name, and Dylan's cover last name, is Butter.]

[Locked: Adam W and Connor B]

Hello dearest brethren! It has come to my attention that we haven't all hung out in what seems like forever and that we should rectify this situation immediately. I'd like one evening when I don't have to be afra I need to show him he was wro

I suggest we do lunch or dinner (or even that strange grown up meal known as brunch!) at some point this weekend, and pretend that life in this city isn't as awful weird as it is.

What do you guys think?

[Comm. to Preston R. (HQ)]

[A quiet click or two, then a test. A deep voice, without a real excess of inflection, which is to say, almost none.] Hello?

[Comm. to Bo D]

[Without introduction.] You're my contact?

[Comm. to Max M]

We've worked together before. [A statement, not a question.]

[Public]

[On the journals.]

[...] Is it normal for one of the people on the other side to suddenly get older?

[Delivery to Connor B]
[Via official, ID-verifying courier, a box with a CIA issue comm, with instructions to turn it on once he receives it. He's patched into the group line, with all the other agents on Davis' team, and he has direct connects to Davis, McKendrick and HQ built in. When he turns it on, the prerecorded message is short and to the point:]

Check in with HQ tomorrow morning at 0800 for paperwork. Your contact is Davis. Your back-up contact is McKendrick. No identifying information on the group comm. Welcome aboard, agent.

[locked to peter p.]

So, Mr. College Graduate.

[locked to harry o.]

Everyone's coming back and trying to take over our city again.

[locked to gwen s.]

Hey. I hear you're back.

[voicemail left for tony s.]

[Lax professional as she's wont to do.] Hi, Mr. Stark, it's MJ. Hope you had a good holiday weekend, but now we've got business to take care of. [Audible eyeroll as she knows what he's like.] So don't ignore me, call me back, or I'll be knocking your door down. [Click.]

[Voicemail left for Norman Osborn]
Mr. Osborn, I just wanted to thank you for keeping your word. I got into town yesterday, and I e-mailed Oscorp's HR department and was immediately called in to fill out paperwork. I know four years is a long time. Thank you for remembering what we'd discussed. I won't let you down, sir.

[Locked to Peter P]
How are the webs, bug boy?

[Locked to Harry O]
Are you working at
[Not posted]

[Posted by Spider-man.]

Hey. So, how do you guys feel about superheroic teams? Yay? Nay? Hooray?

[Private to Peter, Gwen, MJ, Harry]

Yo, I know this has been a shitty month but we're all friends and this is our fucking senior year so let's go to prom as a group. Less awkward, zero shit talking and we can all have a good time. Cool?

[Private to X-23]
[As Venom]

Hey, uh. The guy in my head said you might know me? Worked with me. But, an older version. So I thought I'd say what's up.