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[ Locked to starveforscotch. Passive-Aggressive verse. ]
[ Steve returns home in the late afternoon, shirt and trousers damp from the heavy snowfall outside, and white flakes cling to strands of his hair. He's carrying the leather jacket that he left with earlier in the day cradled in one arm, the other reaching out with a sense of urgency and excitement as he taps in the security codes to make his way through the building and up into the apartment.
It's been quite a day compared to every other in the Nexus, and he feels something close to tired, his stomach rumbling and limbs aching. But there are more important matters to deal with before he stops to take care of himself, like the thing that wriggles within the depths of the jacket.
Earlier in the day, a young child and his elderly grandmother were out in the streets, shaken and afraid, and appearing lost and confused. He stopped to find out what the problem was only to discover that the boy's father had paid them a visit. From what Steve came to find out, the small family were struggling to get by, the grandmother sick and the father a drug addict, raiding their home for anything of value and threatening them in the process. So, naturally, Steve chased him down, it took a while, but he found him in the end, tackled him to the ground and saw to it that justice was taken upon him. The family's belongings were tossed into the river as he tried to escape, which Steve made a point to retrieve and return to them, or at least the salvageable items, and it was then he noticed the bag tied up and wet at the side that was trembling.
Steve storms into the apartment, red-faced and out of breath, and calls out desperately as he makes his way into the living room. ] Tony! Tony, you home?
[ Steve returns home in the late afternoon, shirt and trousers damp from the heavy snowfall outside, and white flakes cling to strands of his hair. He's carrying the leather jacket that he left with earlier in the day cradled in one arm, the other reaching out with a sense of urgency and excitement as he taps in the security codes to make his way through the building and up into the apartment.
It's been quite a day compared to every other in the Nexus, and he feels something close to tired, his stomach rumbling and limbs aching. But there are more important matters to deal with before he stops to take care of himself, like the thing that wriggles within the depths of the jacket.
Earlier in the day, a young child and his elderly grandmother were out in the streets, shaken and afraid, and appearing lost and confused. He stopped to find out what the problem was only to discover that the boy's father had paid them a visit. From what Steve came to find out, the small family were struggling to get by, the grandmother sick and the father a drug addict, raiding their home for anything of value and threatening them in the process. So, naturally, Steve chased him down, it took a while, but he found him in the end, tackled him to the ground and saw to it that justice was taken upon him. The family's belongings were tossed into the river as he tried to escape, which Steve made a point to retrieve and return to them, or at least the salvageable items, and it was then he noticed the bag tied up and wet at the side that was trembling.
Steve storms into the apartment, red-faced and out of breath, and calls out desperately as he makes his way into the living room. ] Tony! Tony, you home?