( &&. @celinedahl )
Making his way through the luxurious levels of the Oceana Residences with a tupperware in one hand and a small jar of fresh preserves in another, Ronan made his way through the winding halls and towards the residence of one of his oldest and dearest friends--a fellow assassin for the Russians, one Celine Dahl. Celine had been instrumental in helping Ronan in his darkest of hours, and now that he was properly back in New York City, he wished to repay her in the greatest way he knew how--food. Ronan made his way to her door, kicking it slightly to knock and announce his presence as he called out to her.
“Open up, little spider, I come bearing gifts,” he murmured through the door.










