The Shack of Doom, Tuesday Afternoon.

[pryor_child]

Nate walked slowly up to the front door and knocked.

"...Uhhhh, surprise?" he said, tentatively.

[ooc: For Dom.]

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[justalittleluck]

The door was open, and then there was a fist in Nate's face.

"You had better have a very good explanation for this."

[pryor_child]

Nate staggered back, taking the punch he completely expected.

"Apparently Irene and Wade concocted a grand scheme to get SHIELD off my back, which involved faking my death," Nate said.

[justalittleluck]

"Oh, did they? How nice. Too bad no one bothered to let me in on this little plan."

[pryor_child]

"I didn't know myself! And I... told Irene to tell you, after they faked the death," Nate said. "She must've forgot."