Picking Up The Pieces

[vincent_amora]

So... that was it. He wasn't an Avenger anymore. Vincent felt very uncertain, about almost everything. He'd already spoken to Bruce, and consulted with his academic advisor about temporarily scaling back his course-load. He had an appointment with Stark at the end of the week to discuss his position there. Audhild was going to be well-educated and provided for. He'd even worked out a grocery list for the next few weeks and fully cleaned the apartment.

He'd done everything he could think of, he'd been so intent on putting this off.

He picks up the phone and dials a number that he'd resolved not to for some time.

"Hello... Roxanne."

Comments

[vincent_amora]

"Not to me, at least; not that I can remember. He made a few comments that once we returned to Earth he would show me, but that obviously never came to fruition."

[ngm_adults]

""...I was the only human being for whom he willingly removed his mask. It was ... important, a little bit."

"As for what to tell Audhild, he is her father; he is much occupied as Master of Latveria, but very interested in her reamining well and happy. I believe these are facts we can all agree on. At such time as she is ready, you can be present."

[vincent_amora]

"I can imagine. You-- rather, another you, --must have been very important to him. He didn't like talking about you; much the same way he didn't like talking about Grandmother, or Boris."

Vincent stirs his tea needlessly, nodding to the discourse. "Is there anything else I should know?"

[ngm_adults]

"About Doom, or in general?"