Call for Help (Sammy)

[the_next_avenger]

(Immediately following this.)

 

Joe headed down to the garage and got on his bike, kicking the engine to life. He put in his bluetooth and dialed Sammy's number, waiting for his oldest friend to answer.

"Hey, I need you. Something just happened and I need some back-up. You available?" Joe asked as he sped away from the house.

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[the_next_avenger]

"You're right. You're right, of course." Joe said.

"There's not enough healing in the world. If you'd asked me when I was ten if I thought I'd be this screwed-up at 24...I'd have told you no." he said.

"I really like her, though, Sammy. She's amazing." he said.

"Anyway, let's get to work. What should I do in the meantime while we're waiting on this info?" he asked.

[agent_timeout]

She hugged him, her head barely reaching his shoulder. 'Nuff said, she wasn't beating any dead horses.

She pulled back, took a deep breath, and lightly whacked him in the belly. "Go say hello to your mother and I'll go harass my mother's assistant for the info. Tell her you'll be over for Sunday dinner."

[the_next_avenger]

"All right, all right. I'll go." Joe said, releasing Sammy from the hug. He had to talk to his mother sometime and he knew he needed to be nicer to her. He would start now.

Joe left his kid-sister-that-wasn't-but-should-have-been and went to go see Agent 13, also known as "Mom".