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ii. a consequence of war

ii. a consequence of war

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ATLAS COMICS - Times Square, New York City - 2012

I'm able to arrive back from my lunch break with a few minutes to spare thanks to some creative time work. I pop a stick of gum into my mouth as I enter the office, the painkillers working to help the pain in my leg subside significantly. I slip back into my price and behind my desk, launching myself back into my work before I finally allow things to move again at their normal pace. Within minutes, Feige returns from his own lunch break and is immediately there at my cubicle seconds later.

I sense his presence before he actually speaks to me and addresses him without once looking up from my work. "Don't you have your own work to do, Feige?" I tease, blocking in the composition for a new panel.

"Are you accusing me of being lazy?" Feige asks me, taking my jab as an invitation to step fully into my office.

"Nope! Just accusing you of being clingy." I shoot him a smile over my shoulder, still engrossed in my work.

Feige is quiet for so long that for a moment, I think that he's left the room but when he speaks again, I can hear the intention beneath his words. "Sooooo...how was your lunch?"

"It was lunch...I mean...I ate?" I offer, unsure what exactly he means by that. I try to fend off any intrusive thoughts placed into my head by my nosy teammates. I'm suddenly thankful that Tony wasn't in attendance as I'm sure he'd never let me live it down that my boss is interested in me.

"I mean like how was your friend? Was he good?" Feige asks with a light chuckle, dancing his fingers across my desk to distract himself and to appear more calm then I sense he actually is.

"He was okay and I...wait...how did you know it was dude?" I look over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"From the sound of the phone call you had earlier it just sounded like a dude," Feige answers me with a shrug. "Is he just a friend?" Feige wiggles his eyebrows at me, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"You are disgusting," I state, standing up to go make copies of some of my finished pages. Unsurprisingly, Feige trails along after me. "He's like my brother basically...my really...loud, kind of stupid brother." I explain, a smile working its way onto my cheeks. It's impossible to not think of Thor fondly as far as I'm concerned.

"Understood," Feige says, nodding slowly. "So are you free for lunch tomorrow then?"

"But I don't come in tomorrow?" I look over at my boss, suddenly feeling a momentary wave of panic washing over me. Tomorrow I'm scheduled to train and work out with Natasha at the Tower.

"I know but just...in general are you open to go out to lunch tomorrow a-as friends." Feige elaborates, shoving his hands in his pockets, keeping his gaze fixated on me.

I drum my hands against the lid of the copier, feeling suffocated all of a sudden. "To...discuss work stuff?" I ask Feige, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"What else would we talk about?" Feige flashes me his signature goofy grin which I return halfheartedly.

The copier beeps as it finishes and I immediately snatch the papers out and start to head back down the hallway to my office. "Busy tomorrow, sorry." I tell him in a trading tone.