#wildfrcst

[the-best-toys-blog]

"So what do you want to do? This is your call, Kid..." Happy looked over at Mira, who was still watching Peter and EJ get settled in the back of the jet. Not six hours ago, she had been laying on a Spanish beach. And now here she was, in the Netherlands of all places, picking up her kid brother (and their adopted spider!brother) because of some dude with a fishbowl on his head?

"I want to drop them in New York and go back to doing absolutely nothing."

"But...?" Happy had known Mira her whole life; he knew when a 'but' was coming.

"But that's not going to stop this...Mysterio. Or keep the rest of the kids from getting killed."

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Though he had so far been silent, Cal piped up at Mira's remark -- a Cheshire grin gracing his features. While he had very much been enjoying their so-called "Summer of No Responsibilities" (and the fact it had, thus far, been missing one James Rogers), he also wasn't about to turn down the chance to fuck some asshole up. One could only go so long living in their world without itching for a fight.

"It does." Taking a moment to look at Cal, she reached for his hand even as her attention turned back to the two younger boys. "All right. Let's hear it...everything you know about Mysterio. That, and where your class is headed. Cause if nothing else, we need to get MJ and Ned out of there." Whether or not the rest of class was be targeted, they would be for certain.

"Uh..." Peter tried to recall everything they went over during the meeting with Fury...that and their subsequent conversations... "His name is Quentin Beck. He's apparently from an alternate earth that was destroyed by these elementals. But if that's the case, then why would he n...."

"Wait. Did you say Quentin Beck?" Mira turned back to Happy. "I've heard that name before. Can you...?"

"Calling your mom now."

"Thanks. Okay. Continue."

"He said he was from an alternate earth but he had these projectors and drones and..."

And that sounded a whole lot like Stark tech. The sooner Happy got Mel on the phone, the better. "Forget Beck for a second. I know I asked about him, but until I talk to my mom...where is your class now?"

"Headed home, I think."

"Yeah. They were supposed to leave from London, but we went to Berlin to see Fury."

"Which was when Beck showed up."

"Can you confirm they got on the flight?"

Grabbing their phones, the two boys began to try and text Ned. Meanwhile, Happy, now waiting for Mel to cross reference Beck's name, tapped Cal on the shoulder and handed him his phone -- Flash's latest live stream running.

"They're still in London."

"Then looks like we're headed here."

"But our stuff is wrecked."

"Both of you?"

At the synchronized nods, Mira sighed. "Then it's a good thing Starks never pack light. Happy?"

"On it...talk to your mother..." He passed the phone to Mira while hitting a button in one of the front panels that opened up a back section of the plane. "You two should find everything you need there."

EJ grinned, taking it all in. There were multiple stations set up. One clearly intended to be for Peter, the other for him. But then... "Hey, Hap? Who's the third station for?"

At that, the former bodyguard just grinned and slid into the pilot's seat. There wasn't much actual piloting to be done -- everything was automated and controlled by Tony's AI tech but still. It made him feel like he had some control over the situation.

While the boys got to work, Mira listened as her mother filled her in on Beck's background. "So not from an alternate earth?"

"No."

"And not actually super powered?"

"Nope."

"Well that makes this all easier."

"If you want backup, I can call Bex. Have James sent out there. Or you know how to reach MI-6..."

"We got this Mum."

"We?" Mel was more than a little bit intrigued by that declaration.

"Yeah. We. EJ, Pete, Callum, and I...we...we can handle it."

"I know you can. Be careful. And try to keep Happy out of danger."

"Always. Tell Morgie we miss her and are bringing home tons of presents."

"I will. Love you, Baby Girl."

"Love you too, Mum." Hanging up, she handed the phone back to Happy.

"You sure you're ready to do this?"

"No." She wasn't sure she'd ever be ready. But someone had to do it. And she wasn't about to let Peter and EJ go it alone. Not after all they had already been through.

"He'd be proud of you, you know."

"Hap..."

"He would. He always knew you could be so much more than you pretended to be. He was just waiting for you to realize it."

Not sure what to say to that, she reached out and hugged him. "Thanks..."

"Any time. Now how about you show those boys how it's done. I'll cue up the tunes."

And with that, Back in Black filled the air as Mira de-tached herself from Happy and headed back to join EJ and Peter. "Move over..."

"Mira?"

"What? You think I'm going to let you have all the fun. No way. I've been working on this for a while now. You know...just in case...but I could probably use another set of eyes..."

"Let me see!" EJ pressed the button that would set his own suit up for creation before moving to look over his sister's.

"Hey! I love Led Zeplin!"

[proud-celebutante-blog]

@wildfrcst || Continued from [x]

There’s a snort as Lina takes a sip of her champagne; it’s true -- the blue bloods of the Upper East Side hate them. Both their generation and the fact they didn’t come into their fortunes before the industrial revolution.

What-ever. In a few years, the ‘old guard’ as Cal called them will have faded completely into obscurity leaving only them. Them and the brands they’ve created for themselves.

Taking another pic of Cal for her ‘insta’, Lina looked across the temple room of the Met to where Mira was currently dancing with Captain America’s son. The assembled press, of course, eating up every moment of it. Was another Stark-Rogers pairing on the horizon?

Not if she had anything to say about it.

“So. How do we get rid of Captain Cardboard?”

[queenfrcst]

@wildfrcst || Continued from [x]

That wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter that ‘the Junior Boy Scout’ as her son called him hadn’t actually hurt Callum; what mattered was that he intended to. And would have, had their...spat...not been broken up. Of course, if James Rogers thought he stood even half a chance against her eldest than he was sorely mistaken.

“Nice to know the Captain has the same poor control over his students and children that he does over his Avengers.” It was comforting. The consistency of Steve’s inadequacy. “Now...dare I ask what this was all about?”

[bewitchingcassidy-blog]

@wildfrcst || Continued from [x]

The beginning...right. Made sense. “So Chris and I decided to pop down to Manhattan you know -- do the whole ‘double-date’ thing with Aimee and Nate. Well somehow our dinner turned into dinner and dancing and I’m not...I’d rather...” Sandra wasn’t like her best friend. She didn’t relish being the center of attention. Or on the dance floor at all. She much preferred sitting at the table...observing...

It was sometimes something of a sore spot between her and her boyfriend. Tonight being one of those times.

“These girls just kept hitting on him. I guess they thought my not dancing meant we weren’t serious? Then I...I got sick of it and...pretty sure those girls don’t know their own names anymore. Or where they live...which means they’re just wandering aimlessly around the Upper East Side and I...I know I shouldn’t have done it, but...what do I do, Cal?”

[the-best-toys-blog]

@wildfrcst || Continued from [x]

It was their third stop of the night -- they’d started at Sushi Inoue for dinner and sake before moving to the Penrose for cocktails and then, finally, ending up at Savage where a corner booth and a bottle of absinthe had been waiting. Absinthe, it seemed, was what made Mira poetic.

As Cal pressed the kiss to her head, the shorter brunette laughed (well, giggled), setting her glass down and returning it with a kiss to his cheek. “Clearly my artistic is woefully underappreciated. We should host a salon! Give me the praise I am so obviously due.”

[the-best-toys-blog]

“I don’t know what my body is for, other than just taking my head from room to room”

“And just how much of that,” Mira motioned to the bottle in front of Cal, “have you had?” Not that she was blaming him; the whole point of this summer sojourn was for the two of them to get away from everything and have some fun. To forget all the weirdness and tragedy of the last five years.

But if Cal was declaring he forgot how to use his body -- something he had very nearly weaponized (in a sexual sense), then he was plastered. Leaving Mira to catch up.

[30daychip]

‘My four poster bed is your four poster bed’

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“Can we get some of those romantic curtain things, keep the nosey people out?” Klaus chuckled, grinning bright before falling back into said bed. Patting the space beside him. “Have I told you you’re stupid cute today?” Klaus stretched, rolling onto his stomach kicking his knees up.

“I’m loving the whole old man sweater thing-- I’d love it more if you were over here keeping me toasty, though.”