Who: Natasha Romanoff and FP Jones What: Random Where: In town When: Mid day Warnings: Possible. Will update if either of them gets mouthy or violent Status: Closed, Match Up
FP had tried, repeatedly, to get past whatever force shrouded the city. He had northing but bruises and frustration to show for his efforts. Defeated, but far from giving up, he headed back into town to find something to eat.
At least Jughead was here with him. That was both a blessing and a curse. He loved his boy, but he knew he wasn't a very good father. He never had been. It was a wonder Jug had turned out to be a decent kid. He was almost a man, more of a man than his old man in many ways. FP didn't like to think about it.
He sighed, and slowed his step as he realised he was heading toward someone else who seemed to be out for a walk. "Don't see too many people around here," he said. He eyed her suspiciously. He hadn't seen her around the apartments, which didn't mean much, but she was an unknown factor to him.