The Next Generation of Marvel Heroes

Peregrine hauled two very full black garbage bags to the smelly dumpster behind the restaurant he had a job in. It was his last official duty for the day. He hefted the bags in and wrinkled his nose as their landing disturbed the dumpsters contents. Who knew it could smell worse? Peregrine did now.

He gagged a little and stepped away. He swiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. He puffed out a breath and realized he did not want to spend the rest of the day in a smelly, cramped alley. Peregrine headed for the rickety stairs that lead up to his tiny apartment.

After meeting Roxie Danvers, they had managed to find where he had been given an address to. So, Peregrine had a place to live and a job to work to keep that cheap place to live. Mostly because both belonged to friends of his father. He had settled in enough that he decided it was time to start exploring and poking dark underbellies to see if he could find out where his father was.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, Peregrine was out on the streets of New York. He was heading out of Chinatown in Manhattan. He debated going to Little Fuzhou in Brooklyn or East Harlem to see if he could make any contacts there.