~Third person pov~
Anson Hotel,
Broadway and 72nd street,
NYC, New York
6:33 p.m.
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Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Bam!
Stepping out of the bathroom after forcefully kicking the door open, an attractive woman of Asian descent entered the suite, a thick cloud of steam swirling behind her, wearing nothing but a towel around her sopping wet body.
"Misty! MISTY! Goddamn it!" she cursed angrily, stomping off toward the ringing phone.
After all, it was probably the call they had been expecting for more than a month.
As she rushed forward, slightly muffled yet unmistakable sounds drifted from her friend's room.
"Damn, baby, you pent up, huh? In that case, let me help you out a bit…" a sultry voice teased from inside.
The woman racing for the phone growled angrily.
Oh, she's so dead. The biggest lead we've had in forever, and she's in there getting laid! I swear to God…
The soaking wet, seething woman finally reached the phone and snatched it up.
"Hello?" she said sharply. "Yes. Yes, this is Knightwing Restorations. Mhm. Yeah? Alright. I'll let her know. Thank you. Mhm. Bye."
Hanging up, she took a deep breath and bellowed at the top of her lungs, undisguised anger clear through her voice,
"MIIIIIIIIIIIISSSTTTTTTYYYY!!!!!"
A loud thud from the bedroom followed, along with the frantic sounds of two people scrambling.
After a minute, a tall, beautiful woman with chocolate-colored skin emerged, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that read Queen in bold red letters.
Her face was flushed, and her breathing waa slighlty ragged. Sweat lined her brow. And her chest heaved.
When a huge shirtless black man awkwardly stepped out behind her, it didn't take exactly take Detective Conan to guess what they'd been doing.
Misty straightened her posture, then casually strolled to the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk, and drank straight from it.
Licking her lips, she shot the Asian woman a charming, dimpled smile.
"Colleen! You called me?" she asked nonchalantly, as if she wasn't in the middle of a sex session less than a minute ago.
Colleen looked ready to have an aneurysm.
"No. Our tip guy called us. I hopped in the shower because I figured with your room being seconds away, you could, oh, I don't know, maybe answer the goddamn phone?" Colleen spat venomously.
"Oh. Oh! That was today?Shit! Well, what'd they say? Is Fisk moving the shipment soon?" Misty yelled, suddenly alert.
Colleen forced herself to calm down before answering.
"Fisk is planning to move the shipment in a week—if, and only if, our informant's correct. So… Luke?" she said, turning to glare at the huge Black man standing awkwardly behind Misty.
"Kindly put on some underwear and go get Matt, Danny, and Peter. We're gonna need all hands on deck. Planning starts in an hour. Understand?"
Luke's deep, smooth voice came back strong and determined despite his lack of clothing, save for a bathrobe.
"Yeah. I gotchu. I'ma get on it."
Leaning down to Misty, he gave her a deep but brief kiss.
"I'll be back, baby. Don't hold up."
"I won't. Take too long and I might just move on…" Misty joked with a grin, earning a low chuckle from Luke.
He moved toward the door and opened it as Misty and Colleen had already drifted toward the living room to start planning. But Luke's surprised voice suddenly cut through the penthouse.
"Ummm… baby? Come holla real quick…"
The sound of two pairs of bare feet padded across the floor as Misty and Colleen appeared from around the corner.
"Luke, what—?" Misty began, only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight in the doorway, where a tall, athletic-looking Black man with short locs stood with his arm around an insanely alluring Hispanic woman holding a baby swaddled in a blanket. The baby's bright, wide eyes stared at Misty with fascination.
The man with locs raised a hand and said awkwardly, with more than a little guilt,
"Uhhh… hey, sis. So… I know this is sudden, but… can we crash?"
Misty looked so shocked she seemed frozen in a trance.
"Ummm… Misty? What the fuck is going on?" Colleen asked, baffled. She'd never heard Misty mention a brother.
Misty's gaze locked onto the man. Her voice wavered.
"Von? But… I saw you die!"
Luke, Von, and Marianna all shifted uncomfortably.
"Y-yeah. I'm alive, though. And not a Skrull. And I'm married. And… have a son. Which, maybe we could talk about inside? Please?"
A few beats of silence, supercharged with tension, followed, broken suddenly by Colleen.
"Well… who wants pizza? I'll order. Looks like this is gonna take a while…"
DaVontae winced inwardly.
Oh, you have no idea…
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