Ruby Christmas || Grant and Jennifer
"Did you think I wouldn't notice you, Miss Walters!? Please, I've always been one to get a 'heads up' in this situations!"
Puns. Grant hated puns. If going to the mall on a Thursday night wasn't bad enough during the Christmas season - being killed by a woman who had just seemingly morphed her malleable head into a chain gun was worse. Having ducked behind one of those novelty, holiday trains that malls set up for children - Grant cursed as he realized the metal sheets they had used to make the small train cars were very thin.
People were panicked, children were crying and the mad-woman known as Ruby Thursday was hell-bent on settling a feud between herself and Jennifer Walters. He glanced back at her in an attempt to figure out what they should do.
Oh, he should have mentioned that he was currently with his attorney - who he probably should have been more discreet with going out on a Thursday night with. He was being sued by Stilt-Man and Jen was defending him in that case. SHIELD would hardly have enjoyed knowing that the two of them had maybe fraternized more than they should.
Grant was unarmed, bullets were zinging overhead and he was about to die because of a woman who had grafted organic material to her head. Merry Christmas, Grant.