Newport's, Winston's, Salem's, Marlboro Lights, don't matter what the kind is Characters: Pete Wisdom, OTA, multiple threads Setting: S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters Content: Rat Bastardness Summary: Pete moves (back) to America for real this time...oh the hijinks
He hadn't planned on coming back. England was perfectly dreary for him. Clouds, rain, sarcasm, really it was the perfect place. But years of working for the government had finally taken it's toll and after his one thousandth wet work mission, when the secretary presented him with a cake, he decided it was time to go elsewhere. So he chose New York. Not ideal. The annoying bint was there, and the talking tin can. And worst of all, Captain I wish I was British. But after half the city being destroyed, real estate was finally affordable. At least the Hulk was good for something other then opening those pesky walnuts at Professor X's Christmas parties. He missed Moira and Brian, though he would never admit it, least of all to himself. And he certainly wasn't going to address the nagging voice in the back of his head that wanted him to admit the real reason he moved back to New York. The real reason he was walking into S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters to get a job. Not that he would ask. Pete figured it would just be easier to wander the halls until Fury found him. Which he would. Pete lit up a cigarette and made his way through the halls. Not really looking for anyone in particular. Anyone to harass would do. Man, woman, toaster.