WHO: Karla Sofen and Shawn Spencer. Or any other Dark Avengers who have a tendency to barge into their teammates' rooms.
WHERE: Dark Avengers Tower? Duhurr.
WHEN: This morning.
WARNINGS: Mentions of NC-17 behavior the night before.
SUMMARY: THE MORNING AFTER.
FORMAT: W/E.
Karla's place was one of the swankiest he has ever had the pleasure of waking up in. Yeah, he heard dark and evil things about Norman Osborn's Avengers and he watched Spider-Man with doe-eyed Toby Maguire, but this? This wasn't so bad. At the back of his head, he could hear Gus yammering away about the differences between the comic books and the movies. He snorted, never having picked up an issue of the Amazing Spider-Man, but maybe Norman Osborn wasn't so much of a bad guy if he got his hands on an Amazon like Karla freakin' Sofen.
Were these sheets silk? He was still wrapped up in post-coital bliss. Note to self: super heroines are definitely a 10. No. Beyond a 10. They're a 20. Nothing could top this like she did last night.
Hardy har har.
He folded his arms behind his head and smirked at the high ceiling like a smug jerk. His tenure in the City might not be such a nightmare after all.