no longer must i sweep for you

[iron_fister]

WHO: Danny and anyone who wants to visit him (tag yourself in!)
WHERE: His apartment
WHEN: July 28th, all-day
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of drugs and shit. Cass' guitar playing.
SUMMARY: After a day or two of rest, Danny's growing impatient and wants social interaction. And food. Fatty.
FORMAT: Quicklog!

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[mansansfear]

[Matt arrives via the window, as suggested by Danny, and he comes bearing gifts of a jumbo sized package of fig newtons and an extra large jug of orange juice. Also, there's a pack of cards in his pocket, just in case Danny is extra bored and needs a way to amuse himself. There may or may not also be a pack of gum, a Snickers bar, and a few random magazines in the bag Matt is carrying as well. It would seem that he has raided a convenience store for things that might be of some entertainment value. Anyway, Matt arrives through the window, and while that might not look odd to those who know who he is and what he does, it probably does look somewhat out of place considering he is dressed in his civvies.]

Well, I guess I'm late to the party.

[iron_fister]

[Danny is too busy staring at how much stuff Matt brought. And wondering why he's wearing his civvies.]

... And here I thought you'd wear your costume.

[mansansfear]

It's too early for that. Besides, I've just come from work.

[He drops the bag on the bed. Enjoy the treats, Danny!]

I'm going to use my room at the MAC as a makeshift office.

[iron_fister]

For law?

[Danny really shouldn't be surprised at how Matt just dives into conversation. But he is. Digs through the bag and manages to find the fig newtons after five minutes. Opens them up and sticks on in his mouth.]

Where are you going to sleep?

[mansansfear]

I'm still crashing at Natasha's place.

[Maybe he hadn't mentioned that before. Probably not. It wasn't generally the best idea for Matt to be hanging around his ex-girlfriends, though they'd managed to go for two whole months without doing anything remotely non-platonic. So, they had that going for them anyway.]

Her stipulation for letting me stay with her was that I make myself useful. I've been dispensing free legal advice for awhile, I figure I might as well make it official and set up shop.

[iron_fister]

So you're going back to being a lawyer, huh?

[Eats fig newtons. Really hoping Matt doesn't ask him where he works. Somehow he gets the feeling Matt wouldn't take kindly to the old "Oh, I'm working for Tony Stark" news. Which could only mean one thing: Subject change!]

So you met Darkdevil... How'd that go?

[mansansfear]

Yes. It's a living, and I'm told I'm pretty good at it.

[He says that somewhat dismissively. Of course he's back to the legal schtick. What else was he going to do? Work as a short-order cook? He makes a grab for some of those fig newtons and munches on them, apparently oblivious to the abrupt change of topic. His self-absorption may be showing.]

It went as well as could be expected. He's... a good kid.

[iron_fister]

The kids love him at the dojo.

[Matt gets an annoyed glance for stealing his precious fig newtons. Danny needs his sustenance, dammit.]

Sorry I didn't tell you about him. Figured it was something you two needed to discuss. I did think he'd approach you sooner, though.

[mansansfear]

I bet they do.

[He yoinks another newton or three, blithely oblivious to Danny's evil look. Or if he knows, he isn't letting on.]

He wouldn't have even acknowledged me if I hadn't caught him lurking around May's apartment.

[iron_fister]

May?

[He nudges Matt with his foot. Give those newtons back, Matt.]

[mansansfear]

[Matt's too busy chomping on the newtons and deciding whether or not Danny actually knows May to pay much attention to that foot. Sorry, buddy.]

May. You must know her, she's about sixteen. Kind of mouthy. Really likes shoes and coffee...

[Now Matt was just going to sound like a creepy old man who spent too much time around sixteen year old girls. But it wasn't his fault. How could he possibly describe her in better detail without flat out telling Danny her secret identity?]

Her last name is Parker. May Parker. Please tell me you know this girl.

[iron_fister]

[Pauses in his fig newton-eating. Tilts his head at Matt.]

She's not related to Peter Parker, is she?

[mansansfear]

[Well crap. Sorry May. At least he's not flat out saying she's Spider-Girl.]

His daughter.

[iron_fister]

[A shocked silence. Then:] Really?

[mansansfear]

Yeah. She's from some version of the future. Same as Darkdevil.

[iron_fister]

... Huh.

[He eats the newtons in contemplation, and for a few minutes there's a long stretch of silence.]

This is weird.