Evie & Logan
Of course she was on patrol. It was one of the things Logan liked about her - she was as dedicated to keeping the city safe as he or any of the Avengers were. "Great minds think alike," he said to her with a grin. He poured more whiskey into his glass, and opted to sip it this time. Might as well savor it before he headed out again. Hell, he might just take the bottle with him if he and Evie didn't finish it.
"This quiet won't last for long," he told her. "Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful for it. Gives us time to recuperate if we need to. But the quiet is just Grimoire's way of prepping for the next disaster. At least it stirs things up a bit. It won't be the same as this one with demons and moving buildings." He poured more whiskey in both glasses, and chuckled under his breath. He hated to admit it, but he was thankful for the different disasters. It kept him on his toes. The danger to the non-fighters though? That he could live without.
"I think I surprised you with that," Logan said with a chuckle. The girl moved well on the rooftops, spry steps on ledges and well-timed jumped in between buildings. He kept up with her, thankful that his mutation did grant him keen reflexes, speed, and strength. "'Course I'll join you, English. Not because I worry about you, though. I know you can handle yourself. But because I enjoy the company."