The Parking Lot, Thursday Afternoon

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Steve's Harley had been acting up a little lately, so Steve had decided to channel some of his extra...energy into fixing it. Which was how he found himself crouched in the parking lot next to said motorcycle, wielding a wrench and wearing an old t-shirt and jeans despite the fact that it was February, because he didn't get cold and saw no reason to mess up perfectly good clothes when he didn't have to, especially considering he couldn't seem to accomplish these sorts of repairs without winding up half-covered in grease.

((Expecting one for wanton cruelty to teen supergeniuses on behalf of the universe, by which I of course mean we the players, but open parking lot is, of course, open. And now my spamming of town shall cease.))