𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙚 (Roleplay/Parody)

@AJackOfSpades She'd noticed him the moment he came in. Of course she'd researched him. She waited until the last client had been served, then she crossed to him. "Would you please come with me?"

Soon, Spade had found his way to the men's mission in Soho. Thankfully, he wasn't too overdressed for this place. Leaning against a wall from where he could observe the space, he waited for the addressor of the message.* (@Chef4WhipHand)

*Just minutes after he had vanished from the underpass, he was out again, this time without the guitar case. He was on his way to the next meeting with a possible client. >

@AJackOfSpades Text: The Soho men's mission. Alone. [no signature]

@Chef4WhipHand Txt: I'm free tonight at 10. Where? - ♠️

A text goes out from an unknown number to the phone of @AJackOfSpades. Are you available for a meeting? Not at the docks. It will be worth your time. [no signature]

@AgentMariaHill "Yes, love?"

@NoPlansTomorrow [Her cheek rests against his hair again, her own eyes closing as well. The only sound was their quiet breathing.]

@NoPlansTomorrow [She strokes his hair, wanting only to soothe and relax. Her free hand reached for her remote, dimming the lights to half] Just close your eyes. Everything is alright.

@NoPlansTomorrow [She settles in next to him, tucking the blanket around them. Her arm goes up again in invitation.] C'mon, put your feet up, lean on me.

@NoPlansTomorrow [She nods with a smile, grabbing a blanket on the way.] Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, a beer, something stronger?

@NoPlansTomorrow I'll always be here for you, you know. No matter what. You don't owe me anything. You don't even have to say anything. [It was enough. He had no need to be embarrassed.]

@NoPlansTomorrow [She rests her cheek against his hair, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his arm.]

@NoPlansTomorrow Of course she would. Always. [Opens arms wide.]

@NoPlansTomorrow Cuddles incoming.

@TheWildling ~ trying to help one of the victims." She closed her eyes, visualizing how it ended. "It was a portal. A portal of fire." The pain was receding, for which she was thankful.

@TheWildling She was used to pain, although this was of a kind she'd never experienced. "I don't care about scars. I have plenty of them." She thought back to the event, feeling calmer now. "There was something about her victims. They were all men. I think she went after me because I was ~

"I have experience." She said as she calmed Sleeper, who threw out little tendrils of alarm from her clothes. "What the hell happened, by the way?" Dean asked as she cleared off her workstation, indicating Kate should take a seat.

@agoodtuckering "You're a right tasty snack, you are," she purred, nuzzling her nose against his throat. She'd taken this for granted, being able to be this close to him. She'd almost thrown it all away. But they'd found their way back to each other. "What do you fancy for supper?"

@Chef4WhipHand He was laughing softly, more of a snigger, but it devolved into a pleased little hum as her fingers ran through short curls. "Yeah, only ye could say something like that and make it sound sexy. That's talent right there, ye little chef."

"Kate..." @Chef4WhipHand

@agoodtuckering "But wine and cheese pair together perfectly. So I reckon we're meant to be." She leant in to get a long kiss from him, fingers sliding through his steel grey curls. "I'll be more than happy to nibble on your moldy bits, love."

@Chef4WhipHand "Do ye?" He laughed a little as he leant into her arms, content and perfectly relaxed with her. "Because, I'll tell ye what, I'm that fuckin' moldy cheese, luv. That's me. Yer the only one who's perfectly aged to perfection here between the pair of us."

@agoodtuckering "Tis better to be a finely aged wine than a moldy aged cheese, I reckon." She set the tray of croissants on a rack on the counter. It was a miracle that she was walking, honestly. And that they were together. She went over to him and looped her arms around his neck. "I love you."

@Chef4WhipHand "Yeah, we've been through a lot, luv. And here ye are, walking around the fuckin' kitchen and baking. Look at ye. And look at that arse, honestly. Yer like a finely aged wine, darlin'. Yer getting better with every year that passes." He laughed softly.

Tony sure knows how to choose a view. #KatesStarkHomeTour #Seattle

Huh. Tony has a "smart house" in Seattle. Stark House West. I think I'll give it a visit. Nothing much happening here. I won't be missed. Need to pack and book a plane ticket. No need to waste a company plane. I think I'll be comfy there.

Then I'll finish with Villa Mi Casa in the Caribbean. Yes, that sounds like a plan. Seattle, Alaska, Japan, Caribbean. Better pack some Stark tech, just in case.

Actually, maybe I'll go to the Adirondacks, then Osaka.