MCA #4, Saturday Afternoon

The raccoons had been defeated, the lost had been catapulted - or telekinetically hurled - back to the surface, and James seemed in one piece. If definitely in need of a sandwich.

So was Jesse. She hadn't seen her apartment much in the past few days, and she kind of longed for the quiet right now. Sure, quiet didn't usually involve other people, but James...

James was quiet too.

"Here we are," she said. "I might even still have some pastrami in the fridge."

[[ for bucky. ]]