The Devil's Due took up the first floor of an older building just on the edge of Mutant Town. The building had been there since the early 1920s, and the ice cream parlor had been there since 1973. The 12 floors above the ice cream parlor were apartments that nobody officially rented
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"Wow not obvious at all." He thought to himself.
He knocked on the door seeing a man sweeping in the shop.
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Folding the paper again with a rustle, he stood, walking briskly towards the door. The boy surely wasn't going to speak up to this stranger, and there was no point in antagonizing him by expecting him to.
Looking through the glass, the thin, swarthy man spoke just loudly enough to be heard through the glass. "If you're looking to take last-minute advantage of the coupon that ran in last weeks Mutant Town Times, you've come too late today. Come back tomorrow, they'll still honor it. They always do."
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Clint didnt feel like having time to play. He figured it was only a matter of time till Cap came looking for him. He figured easier to get in and ask this guy the questions he needed to before his cover was fully blown.
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Where the hell was a family member who actually came here fairly often? Cyrus, of course, was going to be completely useless in this situation, which was not entirely the boy's fault, but Agamemnon certainly had no idea what he was supposed to do when they had a visitor who claimed want knowledge that he certainly didn't have. Though the stranger did indeed seem slightly familiar.
((OOC: I've been assuming, since you've been using 'Clint' to refer to him and haven't mentioned codename/costume in your posts, that he's not there as 'Hawkeye'? If I'm wrong, please maybe mention it in a post?))
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Eliza shook herself, staggering to her feet. She cast one warey eye around. "Goddamn. I'll... tea. Yes." She made a bee line for the kitchen.
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The Vision realized that he was probably talking entirely too much, but it was a relief to have a doctor (who wasn’t an evil, magic-using, Nazi-bug) to help them. Such a relief.
“…Take good care of my friends.”
[I’m trying, Iron Lad. I won’t disappoint you.]
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The British mutant had settled himself and Penance near the juke box, and Penny was currently inspecting the relic from a reletively safe distance.
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When she heard Jono's voice in her mind, she turned her head to him and nodded. How long had it been since a telepath spoke to her mentally? The last one to do so was Ms. Frost, back when the Institute was in chaos over M-day...
"I'm fine. Just overwhelmed, I guess."
Overwhelmed and upset that she could do nothing to help. Unfortunatly, this was not a foreign feeling to her.
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He looked around the room, cocking his head to one side, clearly waiting for an answer to his first question.
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"Deep down, I suppose I did. But things were better before I had to leave."
Not to say things weren't good now, but being with there were many people she missed from her days there. Like Dani, David, Jay... Julian. She moved her eyes to look down at the floor, tracing her foot along the lines of the tiles. If only she could have everything back, before M-Day took it from her.
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The Vision limped slightly as he moved out of the speedster's path to the apples. His leg was almost back in working order, though he was still favoring it a little.
"[Is there anything we can do to assist you, ma'am?]" The Vision asked, slipping into formal speech patterns.
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"Yesmother." Cyrus pulled his hand away from one of the chicken bodies quickly, cringing away.
"And you. The speedy one. When you're done with that apple," her voice dripped sarcasm, "would you be good enough to take some of this soup out to the people who need it?"
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He finished the apple off and, after tucking another one into his pocket for later, walked over to the woman. She was even more intimidating when he was standing next to her and he couldn’t help blinking a little. It wasn’t her face so much as her height that gave him pause. He felt bad for Cyrus; the poor guy looked a few moments away from a panick attack.
“No problem.”
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The boy (despite his own height, he couldn't possibly have been much older than Tommy) scampered foward, tentitivly putting a stack of large bowls near his mother's elbow before skittering back. Helena filled each of them efficiantly, then promptly ignored them.
The soup was some kind of beef stew, with large chunks of meat and carrots.
"And keep away from those chickens, boy!" Helena snapped suddenly. Cyrus dove under the counter, hands covering his head.
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Say, luv, Jono said, putting his hand back on Sofia's shoulder. It occurse to me that maybe, since you don't seem to badly hurt, that it might be a plan for someone to get you back home before we all get swept up in the general insanity that is the Avengers?
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"That is a good idea," she agreed. "I must get back to Salem Center before Ms. Collins worries."
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Eliza raised her head as she saw Jono leading Sofia towards the door and finally left of her merceless teasing of Billy. She darted out of the booth and very, very briefly touched the girl's arm. "I wanted to say thanks," Eliza said, drawing her hand back quickly. "For. Y'know. Trying to help me. If you're ever around again, I'll... I dunno. Give you free ice cream or something." She hesistated. "Didn't catch your name, mystery girl."
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Sofia jumped for the second time when she felt some touch her arm. When she saw that it had been Eliza, she was even more startled. Didn't touching others hurt her? Before she could question her actions, Eliza continued with her thanks.
"I'm just glad that you are ok now," Sofia said with a smile. "And I am Sofia. Sofia Mantega. Hopefully I can stop by sometime, it would be nice to see you and your friends again." She chuckled some, "And, of course, ice cream is always a plus."
She looked back at Jono and Penny who were waiting for her at the door. "I have to go. Thank you all for the help." At that, she turned from the group and heading out of the shop with the two mutants.
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