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[hisonegoodeye]

There is a man in a suit (smart, discreetly well-tailored... discreet good tailoring slightly crumpled, possibly through landing hard on his ass a time or three) sat discreetly in a booth with a beer, reading a paper.

The headline of the paper is something about an explosion in Tony Stark's main factory and the disappearance of his business partner, Obadiah Stane.

You can tell this is so, because he's reading the sports section.

bb!Cassie Holiday Post

[cassiefuckingcage]

There's a certain Special Forces operative that hasn't been seen in Milliways in a long while. From her perspective, she still hasn't. But if you've met her, and you have an exceptionally keen eye, you might be able to recognize the face underneath the pointy elf hat. It's just that it belongs to a version of her that's about eighteen years younger than the one you've met.

She's clearly dressed for a week before mun was able to actually get this post up the season, and has an empty glass of cocoa that she's clearly looking to get filled. From the way her face is turning, she clearly wasn't expecting to be here.

"Jacqui? Uncle Jax?"

She looks around, her eyes darting to every corner of the bar. They're not here. None of them are. And this isn't Uncle Jax's house. What is this place?

"...Daddy?"

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: And then there were five.

Mild medical content, nil graphic]