Guy talk, maybe?

[vincent_amora]

Vincent let out a sigh. He'd been sitting across the street from Avengers Mansion for about half an hour, trying to build up the resolve to approach. It had been a while. Long enough for some of the sting to come out, but hopefully not so long that his appearance would be unwarranted entirely. It was still something hard for him; apologizing, that is. He needed to do something though. The Avengers had taken him in when they had no reason to, before he'd found his own footing, and they were a part of his new life in this world.

The relationship isn't going to fix itself anytime soon.

He adjusts his bag, and walks up to the gate, wondering if he's going to be subject to anti-personnel measures, or if he's still got clearance.

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[asgardian_angel]

Considering what Vincent had put the Avengers through, there was probably not as much clearance as he would have loved.

But at least there were no cavity searches?

Nicky met Vincent at the door and, considering their parentage, it was very good that Nicky didn't have his axe out.

Granted, it probably helped that Nicky was generally one of those pacifistic, peace-loving people.

He was dressed in usual out-of-costume uniform of blue jeans and a white button-down shirt, a mug of...yeah, that wasn't coffee...in his hand.

"Hey," he said, swinging the door to the Mansion a little bit wider. "Long time no see, Amorason. Come on in."

Gametime (open to all Avengers!)

[vincent_amora]

A short while later, the boys are comfortably rooted to the couch. Piles of fried food decorate the table in front of them, although they've each made a considerable dent.