Always When You Least Expect It...

[aqua_gambit]

Remi deNamor was trying to look inconspicuous as he moved toward Pier 4. He was in a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up. He was trying to look like a jogger. The only thing that would throw people off is if they looked at his feet and noticed he was barefoot and moving an inch above the ground.

He just needed to get inside Pier 4 and figure out a way to hide the pummeling he had gotten today. He went out to underground fight clubs still. He went in knowing he would get as good as he gave, and today he'd gotten whumped. He hoped he could maybe get in his tank for a little bit, give his body some quality soaking to heal.

Particularly before Alexa got out of the lab. The Atlantean moved down the street, no thinking he would run into anyone he would sort of know.

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[ngm_ff]

She drops by the old Pier every once and a while. It's still hard to adjust that so many years have passed her by. It's easier with Franklin than it is with Valeria, her eldest has adapted to the fact she and Reed have returned. Their youngest smiles politely, makes small talk, but seems disconnected. It's not what she dreamed coming home to.

And now there's another child that is hers in another world, another time, another everything. Even whispers from Valeria (one of the few things she's coaxed out of her now adult daughter) tell her that the Namor that had been Remi's father wasn't like the man she knew.

So she drops by every week for the last few weeks. But she hasn't had good luck. Not until today.

"Remi? Remi de Namor?"