nextgenerationmarvel | ((Open to those in and around the Avengers Mansion))

After Jay turned into a regular human guy in a pair of shorts hugging Aether's neck (with maybe a bit of help from Sara), he went directly back to the Avengers' mansion. Having Hulked out this badly before, the sometimes green teen followed the precedent set and became reclusive. He locked himself (and Boo) in his large room and refused to come out.

Jarvis had seen him the most and had gotten concerned about the diminishing size of the amount of food Jay had been eating. Jay's mother had come back to New York immediately after hearing her son had rampaged through the city. She currently was back on the Keewazi rez to get his father and bring Wyatt Wingfoot to New York to help with Jay.

Today, the teen was getting a little stir crazy in his room. Though he had Boo and Keewazi tech for entertainment, he thought he could maybe take a small walk around the mansion. If he was moving around, maybe less people would knock on his door to try to get him to come out. Also, he could avoid them easier if he wasn't in one spot.

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Jay had hedged on Bruce and Jarvis not being out in the yard. And the yard was protected by tall walls to not let in the Dr. Green's. So it was relatively safe. Relative to whomever the Avengers had angered this week.

He hadn't expected Marcus and Aether to be there. So he pulled up a little short. Then he paused to figure out if he should retreat back inside to give them some peace. Even if petting Aether was extremely tempting.

Aether raised his head from the grass when he heard footsteps, even Jay's quiet ones. He gave a whinny of greeting, flicking his tail.

Marcus opened his eyes and turned to look, smirking a little when he saw his friend making a hasty retreat. "What's the hurry?"

Jay stood extremely still for a moment. He got caught. By the horse. He did not want to contemplate the implications of that too hard.

"Uh, hi. Didn't think anyone would be out here."

"Just us lawn ornaments." Marcus answered and chuckled when Aether huffed indignantly. The horse knew who the valuable party was in this duo. "Feel free to stay if you like. I'm just taking in some sun while we have some."

Jay scratched his slightly stubbly chin. He was normally clean-shaved and had a tough time even growing stubble. Though he had avoided looking at himself in the mirror; shaving went along with that avoidance.

"I should..." He swallowed and moved a little closer. "I should thank the lawn ornaments then. Seen any pink flamingos around?"

"The lawn ornaments were pleased to be of assistance. 'Fraid the flamingos have migrated to the front lawn." Of course, now that he'd said that, he wondered how difficult it would be to find a flock of said flamingos and place them on the Avenger's lawn. Marcus filed that thought away for later. "Stick around and I'm sure a garden gnome will traipse by at any moment."

"Is his name David? And does he have a pointy hat?" Despite his general quiet mood, those were important questions. Ones that had to be asked.

He moved closer still until pausing an arm's length away from Marcus. Then he settled down to sit on the ground.

"Pointy hat, yes. Didn't get the chap's name, though. I'll ask him next time." Marcus looked over at Jay when he sat down. Aether watched them for a moment and then lowered his head to resume nibbling at the grass.

"Is this the part where I ask if you see your shadow?"

"Terribly rude. I though you English were supposed to be proper," Jay commented as he plucked a blade of grass and fiddled with it. He glanced sideways at Marcus.

"I'll run back into the mansion and Vincent comes back 6 weeks sooner."

Ugh. The last thing he wanted was a reminder that Vincent may some day come back to the Avengers. Marcus pulled a face and shook his head. "Thank you, no. I'd cheerfully live out the rest of my days without ever seeing his pasty, weasel's face again."

"Then I'm not a groundhog." The blade of grass between his fingers was not long enough to do much other than bend or twirl it. He spun it between his forefinger and thumb.

"The others won't think to," he said as he watched the spinning blade of grass, "but thanks for stopping me."

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