A Break in the Weather

[stands_for_something]

There's an old man sitting at a table in the Forum, reading his way through a pile of mail and enjoying one of the first balmy days this part of the Nexus has had in a while. To all appearances, the letters are a series of magazine-publisher sweepstakes entry forms, if anyone feels like reading over his shoulder.

Setting one down, he sighs, then looks up and turns a question toward whomever might be around and inclined to talk. "Does anyone have a story of a particularly satisfying way they quit a job? Or if you're management, a satisfying way you dealt with a problem employee?"

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[brave_heart_verity]

And there's no telling when or why someone's going to get a new name. So you need not so much a book as a binder.

Boomerangs ruin everything. This is a fact. "Then I'll hope it works out."

She officially got to help Captain America. This is one of the best days of her life.

[stands_for_something]

He smiles. That smile. "Thanks. I'll let you know how it goes."

[brave_heart_verity]

"You're welcome." Oh gods that smile. She's.

She's going to need to just sit for a minute.

But then she'll manage to remember how knees work and will leave him to his paperwork.