Who: Maria Hill and John Blake. What: A rooftop talk. Yeah, this'll end well. Where: Maria's roof. When: Tuesday night. Rating: HIGH, because they're idiots. Status: In progress.
This was ridiculous. Maria could think of a hundred better things for her to be doing, like paperwork or working on a case or... just about anything that wasn't standing on her rooftop in the dark like a moron, waiting for her ex-boyfriend (who was dressed up like a superhero) to come talk with her.
Her life was so goddamn weird.
She was still pissed at him for not telling her the truth, and for starting this bullshit to begin with. It was stupid and reckless, even for him.
Of course it had nothing to do with her lashing out over her stupid decision at the gala. Why would she feel guilty about that? They weren't together, even if she had kissed him earlier that evening, and had just gone home with the other man to piss him off, to get her mind off of John.