Distortions Characters: Daisy, Jess, Nick. Setting: Nick's place, NYC Content: Lots of bad words and girls hitting each other. Summary: Nick has a history, and a total stranger letting herself out of his place like she owns it is a questionable sight.
Great. Thanks, winter, for making night happen all of a sudden the moment your back was turned all of the time. Now Daisy had to get back to the Cocoon in the dark, which, in New York, increased her chances of having to kick somebody in the dick about three hundred thousand percent. She hadn't even been at Nick's place that long, it was, like, three seconds for him to tell her everything she was doing wrong again and hand her this totally fucking mysterious envelope that she wasn't supposed to read until she got to the console. And it wasn't like she could flag down a cab and ask him to take her to the super secret underground operations facility, anyway. Fucking great. At least, Daisy consoled herself, it wasn't snowing like a motherfucker anymore, and it was actually above zero last time she checked. She still had to load up on the chapstick before wishing Nick a pleasant evening ("Don't fucking die or anything") and start pulling on the layers to brave the outdoors.
She was still fighting with her jacket when she stumbled outside, dancing a for a tense moment on the ice slick stoop that her heels couldn't quite get a grip on before shouting at Nick to get some salt or something, shit, and slamming is door shut behind her. She stayed there a moment, breath fogging in the air and drifting up and away towards the yellow, humming streetlights, tucking the envelope into the inside pocket of her shaggy fur coat before attempting one last time to tame the toggles in cumbersome gloves. Such bullshit. There were, like, the richest, smartest motherfuckers in the universe living in this city, couldn't they build some kind of heated dome for it? Richards and Stark were such selfish dicks. Doom probably gave his slave state a dome.
If that envelope wasn't a belated Christmas bonus, Daisy was going to break something really expensive. Sure, this was a better deal than living at home, they were doing good things, bla bla, but you couldn't just take a bunch of kids away from their parents then totally ignore them on Christmas. The guy could have at least made a phone call. Now, just a few days later, Daisy gets a status report and a job, and turned back out on the street. She'd done her best to keep the spirits up at the Cocoon, but Chinese wasn't quite the same as tofurkey dinner (or turkey, Daisy had to assume, which was probably a fuck of a lot better), and JT was a terrible Secret Santa. If she started planning now, and the envelope wasn't a suicide mission, maybe she could make New Years a little bit better for them.