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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[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.

[fightlikehell]

Matt's voice drops to say, "I'm not judging." Whatever the circumstance. He has had several bouts with a ruthlessly persistent gloom. Feeling like he put the guy on the spot won't do.

"I passed out in a dumpster once. That was sober." Just rookie vigilante things.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Oof," Clint groans, giving a sympathetic wince. "Behind a restaurant?" he guesses, because that's always the kind of luck he has.

[fightlikehell]

"No but it was a communal dumpster. God the smell," Matt winces and bends his head over the plate to drown his nose in new, delicious and pleasant aromas.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Been there," Clint groans in sympathy. "We've all been there sometime."

[fightlikehell]

"It's a love hate thing. I mean, it broke my fall and saved my back." And forever riddled him with a creeping feeling under his skin about garbage. Laying in garbage.

"You know, we should start a bingo card or something. One square is falling in a dumpster. One square is falling through a window...but maybe that should be a free space."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Hero bingo," Clint muses. "I could get behind that. The free space should be, 'teamed up with Wolverine.' Or Spider-Man."

[fightlikehell]

"Why not?" Ahem. He hasn't actually met the rumored Spider-Man. As to Wolverine? Well, who hasn't heard of the guy. Hard to miss him. Though it's weird how Upstate New York and Queens are like different cities entirely.

"Though I don't know what the prize would be."

Lucky hasn't been forgotten. Matt "drops" another piece. Whoops.

[aw_hawkguy]

"A month off your insurance premiums?"

Matt is fast becoming one of Lucky's favorite people--every drop is manna from heaven (and all dogs, as you know, go to heaven).