And you say I'll heal you

[rowenamox]

(Tag Hawkeye. Day after the invasion)

The message appeared on Clint Barton’s pillow with no fanfare, accompanied by the faint scent of old wood burning, on personalized stationary.

Dear Mr. Barton,

Could you spare some of your time? I suspect that we need to talk. I will be at my home, if you can.

Mrs. Rowena K. M. Mox-Xanathos

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[ya_rpg_npc]

"YesGrandmother." Cyrus replied, turning and heading for the door. He stumbled as if he'd been about to drop down onto his hands then changed his mind. There was a brief impression of fur and maybe claws.

He closed the door quietly behind him and leaned against it until his knees solidified enough to hold him.

Sinesis.

[violet_arrows]

Clint pulled out his Avengers ID card and talked in to the line

[rowenamox]

((OOC: No troubles with you using the other Avengers in your posts.))

Rowena was looking up at the ceiling, frowning slightly. "I think we've developed another problem. It shouldn't be taking Cyrus this long," she said, drumming her fingers on the table top. "Are you a betting man, Clint? Because I'd be willing to bet that someone I don't want knowing about this now knows about this."

[violet_arrows]

He grinned at Rowena while thinking how much the odds were against him on this one.

"Well I did die twice in one year, so I've been cutting back on my betting. But hey, how much you want to bet by the end of this you throw him out another window?"

[rowenamox]

"Now, just to clarify: Are you betting I will throw Rogers out a window, or that I won't?" Rowena asked, still looking up at the ceiling and drumming her fingers with a small scowl. "Because I know I'm going to throw him from something very high up at the first oppertunity."

To be continued...

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