Rooms

[After this, and speaking with Peter and Dick.]

[Locked to Gwen S]
Ms. Stacy, you're awake? How are you?

[Call to Luke H]

[Late night. Ring.]

WHO: Bruce Banner
WHERE: Chinatown
WHEN:  Now
WHAT: Narrative, following this
RATING: Sads, angst, suicidal thoughts, the usual.

( The question was how long could his practicality shine through? )

[She couldn't see from the tears by the time she made it back into Stark Tower after her conversaion with Robert. She was glad of her private entrance then, face tear-streaked and all the lost weight from two weeks with the undead making her look even more of a bruised up and starved mess than she had when she'd gone downstairs. She was still hungry; her stomach still cramped and complained, and she licked salt off her lips as she stopped in front of the room where she'd stashed the few things from the penthouse that she wanted. She'd need to get the charities transferred out of Robert's name, but she could do that later, put it all in the hands of the lawyer that was selling the penthouse and putting the money into a fund for Milo.

Right then, she just wanted to grab Harley and go home. Well, at least sobbing might convince the taciturn little blonde to leave Marvel's smog-free skyline behind. She was scared to go home, and she could use the company. And that? That was selfish, and she was too emotionally exhausted to care.

She threw the bag with her items over her shoulder, and she didn't bother trying to scale down while carrying it, not in her current condition. So, she left the sanctuary of her own private little bolt hole, and she walked down the hall in search of an elevator, jeans too loose and around her hips, grey shirt all collarbones and bruises.]

Who: Holly Robinson and "Robin" Damian Wayne
What: Blowing off steam.
When: Recently.
Warnings: N/A


( The window had the faintest glow of Amusement Mile in the distance, somewhere in between the fog and the lights. And that made her heart sing just a little because Amusement Mile was the nearest thing Gotham had to an invitation to have fun )

[Locked to Thor, Steve Rogers]

Thor, can I please come up to Asgard to see Tony?

Where should payment be delivered?

Who: Pepper Potts
What: Metal-working and reflection.
When: Recently
Warnings: Nada
( She had never understood if it was meant to impart some wisdom about momentum, that the smallest ball could create just as much as the largest ball if it were swung hard enough )

[After this.]

[Locked to Bruce W & Jason T]
I know I'm one of the last people you want to hear from right now, about this, and I apologize. I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't urgent.

I must make a strong recommendation that you let us take care of the suit. I know it's your decision, and I won't fight you on whatever it is you choose. I just don't think keeping Carnage over there is [...] the wisest option, out of those you have available. We're better equipped to keep him out of dangerous hands, especially now that the entire hotel knows he's in DC.

Please think it over.

[Text Message Steve Rogers]

[After Sharon finally gets home sweet home...]

Wow, Steve. Wow.