It had been a crazy, hectic weekend with people apparently going fucking mental and burning shit down. Roy wasn't sure what was going on, but he couldn't really fault anyone. Dunwich was enough to drive one mad. He was just glad he didn't have to deal with it.
Natasha, on the other hand, did. And Roy, knowing she had a tendency to work late and sometimes forget to eat, had texted to see if she'd eaten and where she was before showing up at her place with food. Dunwich was infuriating in how it was hard to feel useful when there were people with superhuman abilities or who had fucking magic at their disposal. But at least he could deliver food.
Stepping into Natasha's apartment he was actually rather cheerful. Until he saw a shirt draped over the back of a chair. "Where the fuck did you get that?" Roy asked. He'd only seen that shirt once before, but he immediately recognized it. Red, orange, and yellow tie dye, the colors chosen by his niece because they spelled out his name. He absentmindedly held out the food for Natasha to take as his attention became solely focused on the shirt.