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WHO: Matt & Natasha
WHERE: Natasha’s apartment to start, then elsewhere
WHEN: May 26th, evening
WARNINGS: None atm
SUMMARY: Matt decides to explore the City.
FORMAT: Prose to start, but I don't have a preference.
There was only so much procrastination he could take. He’d delayed a full scale exploration of the city for as many days as he could, substituting a trip into the equivalent of Hell’s Kitchen with lunch dates with Wanda Maximoff and hanging around Natasha’s apartment, engaging in not-so-secret conversations with Elektra. His excursions into the city with Wanda and Pietro, and the so-called banquet/gathering of superheroes over the weekend really had only served to whet his appetite and desire to venture out into the city on his own. Matt wasn’t normally a guy to sit around uselessly for days at a time, and he had promised Natasha that he would make himself useful and actually help people. Perhaps it was time to make good.
“I’m going out,” he announced from Natasha’s sofa. He was more or less just letting her know he was leaving, though the was certainly an inviting tone to his voice. He wouldn’t mind the company, after all, especially not her company. He had the feeling she was getting fed up with him already, and he’d only been crashing with her a week.
WHERE: Natasha’s apartment to start, then elsewhere
WHEN: May 26th, evening
WARNINGS: None atm
SUMMARY: Matt decides to explore the City.
FORMAT: Prose to start, but I don't have a preference.
There was only so much procrastination he could take. He’d delayed a full scale exploration of the city for as many days as he could, substituting a trip into the equivalent of Hell’s Kitchen with lunch dates with Wanda Maximoff and hanging around Natasha’s apartment, engaging in not-so-secret conversations with Elektra. His excursions into the city with Wanda and Pietro, and the so-called banquet/gathering of superheroes over the weekend really had only served to whet his appetite and desire to venture out into the city on his own. Matt wasn’t normally a guy to sit around uselessly for days at a time, and he had promised Natasha that he would make himself useful and actually help people. Perhaps it was time to make good.
“I’m going out,” he announced from Natasha’s sofa. He was more or less just letting her know he was leaving, though the was certainly an inviting tone to his voice. He wouldn’t mind the company, after all, especially not her company. He had the feeling she was getting fed up with him already, and he’d only been crashing with her a week.