Finding the right superhero comics for the uninitiated was harder than it sounded. Especially if you were, like Ward was, incredibly indecisive when it came to picking favorites. Really, he had spent an inordinate amount of time finding just the right selection to present to Desiree (and a backup supply just in case). But problem two of the afternoon was getting them to her; it was an easy enough task, but Ward's attention span was notoriously short. Instead of delivering the comics like he had promised, he was sitting on the floor of his dorm, reading one of the issues that he had decided not to loan Des.
It was probably for the best then that Desiree had decided to find him. Or rather, send some young boy whose name Ward didn't know to fetch him. If she hadn't, he may have forgotten all about his promise. Instead, he gathered the comics up in his arms and hurried downstairs to meet her- after, of course, commanding the same boy to open the door for him.
"Oh, it's you," he said in lieu of a greeting, taking on (an admittedly exaggerated) disappointed tone. "I was expecting another pretty redhead." But Ward was never good at lying, and he soon broke into a crooked grin. "To apologize for keeping you waiting, I come bearing gifts. That aren't really gifts because I expect them back, but you know. Same general idea."