Rooms

[In an appropriately girly hand, in a slip of pearlescent pink gel pen.]

Dear Diary,

What the fuck?

Luv,
MJ

ETA: [After this.]

[Phone call to Peter P]
Ring!

[Also text(s) to Peter P]
TIGER PICK UP

Who: The Winter Soldier
What: Following a signal to its source.
Where: The empty Oscorp facility.
When: Today.
Warnings/Rating: None.

( This signal came from the United States. )

[Just after catching a stranger on the feed at the old facility.]

[Locked to Tony S]
We had a visitor.

[The shop was quiet.

Early night, and Amanda was just finishing up her homework in the backroom. The other employees had gone, and the register was closed up. The sign on the door said they were done for the day, and Max was standing at the flower arrangement table glaring at some baby's breath that looked nearly dead. Owning a flower shop in a warmer climate would have been a better plan. As it was, they were in for the coldest night of the year in New York, and she was out of the more delicate blooms. Shipments were backed-up because of the cold, and the flowers she did have didn't look so great.

She had some of the worst spread out in front of her, and she was trying to figure out how to impale them all on a green foamy thing without them looking like they were left out three days after a funeral.

She'd texted Corvus an hour earlier. His papers were all set, and if she was going to go taking down casinos, she needed him settled in at the shop. Hair pulled back, jeans and an open brown sweater over a white undershirt, she waited for him to arrive with that shit eating grin of his.

Truth was, she'd missed it.]

[Locked to Robert Bruce B]

[Hello, delusions.] Welcome back, Bobby.