Issues
akihiro-daken:
Daken had bought a shopfront in a rather trendy part of New York, and while away had managed its renovation and retrofitting. It now boasted an even more trendy coffee shop and pastry counter, and in the back, amongst the comfy chairs and side tables, was a comic book store. It had a current release rack and managed pull lists, yes, but it’s focus was on back issues and vintage items.
The coffee shop was both for coffee and tea, all organic and ethically sourced. It’s grand opening had netted it a steady and loyal clientele, who liked the atmosphere as much as they liked the fact that the baristas and employees encouraged bitching and gossip and loved to hear and pass on both.
It was named “Daddy Issues.” Because of course it was.
The email reached Sleipnir the day after Daken’s return.
>>Hey kid, want a job?<<
There was a picture of the storefront advertising for a pastry cook, and a picture of the menu, advertising Carrot Everything days on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Daken figured that’d be enough.
He’d been in Iceland two days prior, doing simple recon for SHIELD on some Asgardian who had abandoned the realm a millennia ago for earth. An easy, boring assignment seeing as a former berserker would hardly need anyone keeping tabs on him, but it was nice to get out of New York.
The email left him perplext. He’d not heard from the sender in a long while, and he wondered why in Hel Daken would think of him for this kind of thing. After a few texts back and forth with his S.O. he drafted a response. The job could be interesting. New York was a hotbed for enhanced weirdos (like himself). There was a chance he would encounter a few more. Or just more weirdos. Besides, it was something to do when he wasn’t doing bullshit for SHIELD
>>Just so we’re on the same page: How much illegal shit am I doing?<<














