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fandomtownies2022-05-18 10:04 am
dishesonthetoprack) wrote in fandomtownies2022-05-18 10:04 am
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Chilly Boulder | Wednesday Afternoon
Okay, so. When Woo had offered this Fandom place as an alternative to house arrest, Scott had initially been skeptical -- for one thing, it was a hell of a commute from Maryland back to California to see Cassie on the regular, but apparently that wouldn't be a problem?
And you know what? Scott had enough experience with guys who refused to explain themselves by now that he'd just accepted that.
But if he was going to make this work, he was going to need to find a job -- while he had savings from working for Pym, steady income was an important factor for his custody agreement, serving his term, and his overall boredom.
And while there was a castle here -- very European, guys, he kind of loved it -- Scott also knew better than to aim too high right away, thank you. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and that master's degree really wasn't worth anything. Better to go with what he knew for now.
"What do you mean you're not hiring?" he demanded, dropping his duffle bag at his feet as he frowned over the ice cream cooler at the woman on the other side. "Everyone loves ice cream! You guys are probably slammed constantly!"
But alas, no, they were not hiring, and Scott was left eating an oversized cup of mint chocolate chip (he'd felt bad not buying anything, even if ice cream wasn't really in his budget), and desolately looking out the window while he considered his other options.
[so, so open.]
And you know what? Scott had enough experience with guys who refused to explain themselves by now that he'd just accepted that.
But if he was going to make this work, he was going to need to find a job -- while he had savings from working for Pym, steady income was an important factor for his custody agreement, serving his term, and his overall boredom.
And while there was a castle here -- very European, guys, he kind of loved it -- Scott also knew better than to aim too high right away, thank you. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, and that master's degree really wasn't worth anything. Better to go with what he knew for now.
"What do you mean you're not hiring?" he demanded, dropping his duffle bag at his feet as he frowned over the ice cream cooler at the woman on the other side. "Everyone loves ice cream! You guys are probably slammed constantly!"
But alas, no, they were not hiring, and Scott was left eating an oversized cup of mint chocolate chip (he'd felt bad not buying anything, even if ice cream wasn't really in his budget), and desolately looking out the window while he considered his other options.
[so, so open.]
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He hadn't gotten the child's name, between all the irritating swinging and knocking him over and so on.
"Wait, when you say Steve --" It had only taken a second for Scott's brain to catch up on that. Blame the fact that he thought it was a privilege to call the guy 'Cap.' "Is Captain America here?"
Where the hell had you sent him, Woo????
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"Uh, yeah. I'm getting ice cream for him now."
As a bribe to not be forced to wear terrible shirts thanks to Skywalker.
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This was confusing, but he was doing his best to follow along.
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Tony, no.
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And apparently now that was something to be kinda proud of? He was acting like it, anyway.
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Wait until he found out that guy with the sweet metal arm was here, too!
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"Well, Maryland isn't too bad as long as you can handle a little weirdness," Tony replied. "I originally arrived for a little vacation after a, ah... cosmic destroyer? Probably won't be a thing for you guys."
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He literally did not know what he was talking about, but he'd be fine.