made waves with some friends I know

[fightlikehell]

 

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

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[aw_hawkguy]

"Aw, Murdock, no! Not the rabbit food!" He sighs. "Tofu dog or portabello cap? Or I can forgive you if you say corn on the cob." Don't cut carbs, Matt! Carbs are energy! Power-loading protein just means your body breaks it down into carbs without you getting to enjoy cake, and then doing bad things to your kidneys (which get punched enough already). "Burger with one bun. You want one'a the ones with bacon in? Cheese on top? Either-or?"

"Hey, nothing ironic about Cap. Uh, Captain America--have you met him?"

[fightlikehell]

He shrugs and gives a sheepish grin before taking a sip from his bottle. "Corn and a portabello cap, uh go ahead and put it on the burger with the bacon. Cheese too." Just picking and choosing. He'll be back for more carbs. Trying to layer it up, provide a solid cushion for how much he'll be drinking and burning today. You saw that net.

"I haven't met him in person, no."

[aw_hawkguy]

The world's greatest archer vs. the man without fear, beach volleyball edition? It's going to be epic.

Clint nods, catches himself, "you got it." Cheese goes on a baconburger, a thick slab of aged cheddar, and Clint plucks off one of the ears of corn while it melts. Then onto a bun the burger goes, with the portabello cap for a top.

"Great guy. Seriously, even the folks who hate 'im like him."

[fightlikehell]

Super epic. There are going to be songs written about this day.

He's easy with a grin. Nods he can hear, sort of. The symphony of food coming together is another thing that he can hear and smell. "Masterpiece." He already knows it. Matt is ready for the hand off.

"Who can hate Captain America, really?" Matt snorts at thought. "So it's a very patriotic apron you have on. Is it his?"

[aw_hawkguy]

The bards will sing themselves hoarse, recounting the great deeds done on the field of volleyball. King Wilson will shed a single, regal tear to hear them.

"Yeah, you know it!" Clint agrees, with all his trademark modesty, placing the well-laden plate in Matt's hands. "Eat hearty and come back hungry, there's plenty more."

"Well, it's not like I stole it from him, but it does have his shield on it."

[fightlikehell]

Someone around here has to have a camera too. Evidence besides the testimonies of mere mortals among titans.

"You could safe the world with something on the grill." Flippant, funny words but really the man has a gift for both rescuing and barbecue. "I'm planning on it." This is only round one. Woah boy.

"If you take it and return it without his knowledge it isn't theft its misappropriation."

[aw_hawkguy]

The cameraphone eddas.

"Y'know, I did actually save a building with some grills, once. Good times." Lucky gives a bark that might be confirmation, or might be hope for a bratwurst tossed his way.

"Misappropriation, huh? Thanks, counsel, I'll be sure to remember that."

[fightlikehell]

"You--?" Matt laughs so much that he has to steady his footing. "I'd believe it. Now that you mention it I would."

Lucky is a good dog. Probably a great wing man too.

"Any time. You guys operate out of the neighborhood more or less. Any time." It's that bendy, twisty, almost and not quite nature of things. Besides, anything to help out Verity's brother.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Hey, dropping hot coals on the guys at your door used to be a thing," Clint points out, grinning.

Lucky is a great dog, although he's currently a good dog without a burger, how he suffers.

"Thanks. And likewise--you need a hand with something, lemme know." Clint is great at turning small problems into big ones.

[fightlikehell]

"Was it? Mine was more of a flaming dog poop bag neighborhood..."

That's what you call ruff.

Matt grins. "Thanks. That means a lot to me. I mean, I know that you and your side," those Avenger people, "have a lot on your plate but we all have the same cause."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Well, back in like, castle days," Clint admits. "Still, a classic's a classic!"

Lucky heard "dog" and "bag," and lifts his head from his paws with a sound half-inquisitive, half-hopeful.

"Hey, we're all on the same side," Clint assures him. "You never know when one'a those gangs is gonna turn out to be the tip of some international conspiracy or somethin'. 'S crazy."

[fightlikehell]

"Not castles, I'd say at least The War." Steve Rogers might be acquainted with that. Sorry, Cap. A joke at your expense.

Sorry, Lucky. Not just yet. Patience is a virtue.

"You know the way things roll these days I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest," and that is worth sighing over. "In the mean time if anyone starts trouble here they're going to have to go through us." If the anti-violence shield didn't first.

[aw_hawkguy]

Lucky likes to think Lucky is a virtue. He's been such a good dog, and he's so very, very hungry--he hasn't had anything to eat since the last time something got dropped! Poor, starving dog.

"Heh. Yeah, I just got done clearin' some tracksuit bozos outta my neighborhood, not too long ago," Clint admits. "Real bunch'a jerks, lemme tell ya. How about you?"

[fightlikehell]

Matt can hear Lucky panting. There's saliva just pooling in his mouth. He might be a little too zealous with a bite and whoops...there goes a hunk of hamburger.

"Tracksuits? That's what the gangs are wearing now?" He clicks his tongue. "A lot of one shot armed robberies or assaults. Nothing seemingly organized. I'm glad."

[aw_hawkguy]

Lucky will save it! Like lightning, he pounces on the errant scrap of burger, gulping it down and saving everybody before, uh, whatever bad thing it was going to cause happens. That dog is a hero.

"Hey, that's good," Clint agrees. "Is it desperate locals hittin' up their neighbors, or people coming from other parts of town to where they figure no one'll care if a place gets robbed?"

[fightlikehell]

That's what you call a good dog. A heroic dog. And he'd be willing to do it all again too!

"Desperate locals. I don't know which is worse though now that you mentioned it. It's steady enough to keep me out at least five nights a week. I'm sure it'll get worse with warmer weather. City folk get stir crazy."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Well, if it's locals, you can work on local solutions," Clint points out. "A neighborhood watch, midnight basketball, community center maybe. Give people something else to do, ways out of thinking they need to."

[fightlikehell]

"I've been uh inspiring to some types. They're calling it a counter crime wave of vigilantism. No one is killing anyone." Yet. "Midnight basketball. I like your thinking."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Amateur vigilantes. I mean, okay, it worked for Spider-Man, but man, we get lucky." Clint sighs, finding his beer and taking a pull of it. "It gives folks somethin' to do, somethin' to be proud of, lotta good stuff."

[fightlikehell]

"Spider-Man," that vaguely is ringing some bells. Though anybody who has seen the guy long enough says he's pretty small. "Well, i can't exactly be the judge but I can drink to it giving you a better sense of ownership. And God knows we can't do it alone." We. Yeah, Clint it is a group effort.

[aw_hawkguy]

Hell yeah it is. "We just keep the place from gettin' wrecked, it's ordinary folks who make it somewhere t'live," he declares, punctuating that statement with another drink.

[fightlikehell]

"Now that is worth it all." Matt believed it from the start and he'll put his faith in New Yorkers time and again. It's starting small. A person at a time.

"Is the work load what brought you to Nexus?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"I don't know what brought me to the Nexus," Clint admits. "I fell asleep one night--uh, pretty drunk--and I woke up here. Took me a while to find my way back home."

[fightlikehell]

"Was it a good night or a bad night?" Because when alcohol is involved you can never tell immediately.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Nehhhhh, not great," he admits grudgingly. Because talking about functional depression is super-fun.