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Avengers Assemble! For Ice Cream!
WHERE: The site of the old New Avengers HQ, now an ice cream parlor.
WHEN: This Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: None that I can think of.
SUMMARY: Tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place in an unfamiliar world, Peter decides to, for once, take the initiative and call a gathering of familiar faces-- with the intentions of putting together a team.
FORMAT: Paragraph to begin, and then whatever the tagger wants.
This was not the first thing Pete expected coming back to the old HQ. Sure, back home this place was a smoking crater, but...
"An ice cream parlor?"
Oh well, you had to work with what you had, right? He had already invited everybody, and... alright, it might have been a good idea to scope things out before hand, but heat of the moment, okay? After his lunch with Tony the day before, Pete had to make good on his foreshadowing. Admittedly, at the time, he wasn't even sure what he was going to do next. He wasn't a leader. But in times like this, when he needed guidance, he had a team, and that's when he knew.
"Uh... one mint chocolate chip," Pete raised a finger to the confused attendant behind the counter, because, well, Spider-man just walked in asking for ice cream.
"I've got some friends coming, too. Just try to ignore the tiny hairy one. I'm gonna... move some chairs around."
So, while the doe-eyed employee made him a cup, Spidey shifted some tables and chairs around. The off-white laminate and torn fabric... kind of looked professional? Whatever, they used to sit at a kitchen table to discuss fighting Norman Osborn.
In the meantime, before they got down to business, Spider-Man was left to sit alone in the center of an empty ice cream parlor to enjoy his mint chocolate chip.
"Good ice cream," he commented awkwardly to the parlor employee, mask hiked to his nose. He had to break the ice somehow, right?