#fightbattlesthatmatter

[onehellofalawyer]

@fightbattlesthatmatter

Foggy lent back in the chair and heard something in his back crack that likely wasn’t supposed to... Well that was probably fine. He’d been pulling longer and longer days lately since he seemed to be the only damn lawyer in the city who gave a damn about any Mutant cases; more and more of them were piling up and he just didn’t have the heart to turn any of them down... Even when an increasingly large number couldn’t pay him outside of gratitude or the promise of favours. 

He picked up his shoulder bag and with a heavy air flicked the light of his tiny office off before locking up and heading out for the night. His apartment was a ways away but the walk would do him good a little fresh air (or as fresh as the city could give anyway). He was cutting through an ally on the way back, trying to decide between actually cooking something fresh or using up a microwave curry he had squirrelled away when a figure darted out of the shadowed, socked him hard in the gut and shoved him against the wall.

“Ooookay-” he bit out, struggling to breath a little at the moment, “I’m guessing this is about one of my cases so by all means threaten away but I’mma just warn you that I’m buddies with several scary people so offing me really wouldn’t be smart.” he said, voice getting progressively louder as he got his breath back in the hopes someone, anyone would hear; judging by the knife currently at his throat Foggy doubted his ‘threads’ were working all that well...

[alphonsetalbot]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Homeless Shelter With: Steve @fightbattlesthatmatter​

“And, open wide for me now, big big mouth, like this: Ahhhhhhh.” Alph opened his mouth wide, making the noise while the little girl sitting in her mother’s lap giggled then copied him. He shone a small torch into her mouth, looked for a few moments and smiled. “Well, who’s been a good girl and taken all her medicine? Very well done Alison.” he winked at the girl and looked up at her mother, “The swelling’s gone down by a lot. I think she’ll be just fine but finish going through the antibiotics to help her along.” 

The woman thanked him and Alph nodded, getting to his feet and stretching. It felt like things were finally going back to normal in the city (or as close to normal as the city got) but there were still those who didn’t have much that needed his help. So it wasn’t uncommon to see him stopping by the homeless shelter to check in on someone. 

He yawned, he really was getting too old for such long days, and turned towards the doorway when he heard a few whisperings. Sometimes that meant police or someone else there to cause trouble. However, this turned out to the opposite. Alph wasn’t up to speed on heroes but it was difficult not to recognise Captain America; they’d all learned about him in school. The little girl he’d been treating squealed in delight and ran towards him, Alph followed along and spoke lightly, “Careful Alison, you shouldn’t scream while your throat’s getting better, alright?” the little girl nodded, still smiling and Alph turned to speak to the man himself, “Though I imagine a gentleman like yourself probably encounters kids screaming in delight quite often?”

[xpirate-angel]

Late Arrival

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Thor hadn't expected Star City to be quite so exciting when he'd first touched down on Midgard. At first he'd been returning to see if his fellow Avengers knew of a way to find the wayward Guardians, but then he'd discovered that Quill was already on Midgard and so he'd sought the man out to return his ship and check on his friend. And while all of that had been going on he'd lost his powers for forty-eight hours which had been…frustrating.

What it all meant in the grand scheme of things was that Thor had been definitely detoured from his original goal. While he had turned the search for the rest of the Guardians over to Peter Thor still wanted to reconnect with his Avenger teammates. Protecting the nine realms was all well and good, but he had missed his friends. Not to mention the fact that he was planning on staying Midgard for a little while (he needed to go and check in at home eventually, but he doubted his father missed his presence much), and was hoping there was still a team to come back to despite the 'hero ban' which seemed to have gotten worse since he left, if NOVAs presence in the city was any indication.

So, Thor had gone looking for Steve Rogers, though he hadn't been certain on where to start. Given that Peter was probably the person he knew best (and could also currently easily find) Thor started by asking the Lord of Stars if he knew the good Captain, and Thor was both surprised and pleased to find out that he did. He even knew Steve's address, and after proving that he *did* in fact know the man (old news footage of the Chitauri invasion settled that) Peter had provided said address.

Which was how Thor ended up on Steve's front porch looking decidedly casual, neither Mjolnir or Stormbreaker on his person, and wearing a pair of jeans and a blue short-sleeve soft cotton t-shirt that Darcy had insisted he had to buy because it brought out the colour of his eyes (or eye, as it were, since the other was more brown than blue). Reaching out he hit the doorbell and then he stepped back to wait.

[onehellofalawyer]

Sad Times ||

With: Steve @fightbattlesthatmatter​ Where: Rogers/Barnes Apartment When: Present Day

Foggy felt like crap and was pretty sure he looked that way too. His encounter with Joker had proven two things he hadn’t known before... Well, one he hadn’t known and one he definitely did. He’d always known he was crap in a fight, but he didn’t know he had it in him to fight quite so much. Given how dangerous this city was and his position in it, Foggy figured it was time he actually learned how to throw a few punches.

So Bucky had been his first port of call, the guy was one hell of a fighter and could probably be cajoled into teaching him punchy-kicky stuff, Peter would teach him how to shoot, once he wore him down enough to do it. But when he knocked on the door he saw the state of Steve and that idea flew out of his head. “Hey is Bucky her- holy crap! You look as bad as me, are you alright?”