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Jake Lockley was not a careful driver. 
he grew up in Chicago for gods sake. So it really wasn’t a surprise when he was pulled over and given a speeding ticket. 

jake had rolled his eyes and signed his name on the officers clip bored to accept the ticket and went on his Mary way. He wasn’t concerned, it wasn’t like they were strapped for cash. Marc still had his mercenary money and Steven kept a steady income with his new job as a tour guide .

(Jake had drawn up a few ,less than true, documents for him, was it illegal? Yes. Was it worth it to see the smile on Stevens face when he received the exception letter? Also yes.)

what was concerning though was the ripped corner of the ticket from when the officer had pulled it from his little ticket book thing. The corner that just so happened to have the website that Jake was meant to go to, to pay the damn ticket. 

Jake looked down at the ticket and rolled his eyes, running his finger along the ripped edge. Great, now he would have to go into the station to pay…just another fucking thing that he had to do. 

he would have left it to Steven or Marc but Steven got on his case enough about his reckless driving as it is and if he knew about this he would just have more ammunition for his argument.

so he decided not to mention it. They had only just started sharing the time in the body semi-evenly and Jake didn’t want Marc to think he couldn’t be trusted and get all cagey again like he was when he first found out about Jake. 

so, the next morning Jake got dressed, and headed to the police station. 

When he walked up to the counter there was a gruff man sitting there, he had a thick neck beard and he didn’t bother to look up from his computer as he addressed Jake. 

“how can I help you?” He said with an uninterested drawl. Reaching into an open chip packet and putting some in his mouth, crunching annoyingly. 

“need to pay a ticket.” Jake replied, matching the man’s tone and checking his nails for any dried blood left over from his moon knight business yesterday. (Wouldn’t really be a good look in a police station would it?) 

the man looked up briefly and then handed Jake some paper work.

”fill these out and….” 

Jake looked up at the man trailed off, staring at Jake with an odd look on his face. He then pulled the paper work back towards him and held up a hand in motion for Jake to wait.

Jake raised an eyebrow and waited for the officer to return his paperwork so that he could get this done with. 

the officer typed something up in his computer and then looked from the screen to Jake and Then back again. 

“you…your Marc Spector…correct?” He said with a suspicious tone of voice. 

jake went ridged. That wasn’t the name he gave the officer who gave him the ticked…why did they have that name on file?

”answer me son.” The man said sternly, standing up. 

jake tilted his head, considering the man. He could take him. But he was in a police station filled with officers. 

Jake sighed “uh yeah…I uh…changed my name a few years ago…is there a problem with my paper work or something?” 

the police officer walked around the bench abruptly and pushed Jake into the counter, pinning him down and grabbing his hands to cuff him. 

“w-what the hell?! Qué estás haciendo?!” Jake struggled against the officers hold, pulling his head up sharply and hitting him in the face with a loud crunch. 

the officer yelled out in pain and two more tan towards them, holding Jake down. Jake felt a pounding in his head harsh and demanding, and then he was being pulled away from the body.

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Marc hadnt exactly exspected to wake up in an active struggle with someone, so yeah, he decked whoever was ontop of him in the face. turns out the person ontop of him was a police officer. just such an amazing thing to wake up to after not fronting for 2 days. 

after he had elbowed the guy in the ribbs and taken out another officer with an upperut to the jaw, they had dragged him into a holding cell which he now paced the length of, back and forth, small angry mutters coming out of his mouth. why were they even at a police station in the first place? he had told steven they were wanted. were they arrested? is that why they were here? had steven been out of the appartment instead of laying low like marc told him? what the fuck happened?

marc sat down on the cool metal bench in the corner of the holding cell with a thump and looked around. maybe he should just break out....i mean they were wanted anyway....no,no. He couldn’t do that. he couldnt afford to make them think he was too much of a threat.  

he sighed and though about the mission that had gotten them into this whole god damn mess. 

it had been a normal night. Well a normal night for them. Marc was out on a mission for konshu, trying to track down the hideout of a gang called “the order of death.” (God even the name made marc want to roll his eyes.) they were your typical violent white surpremisis gang, drug deals, illegal arms sales and most recently, hate crimes. defiatly something that needed to be put to a quick end. 

he had managed to find one of their “safe houses” and was actively interrogating the idiot drug runner who was there, about the location of the gangs main hideout when cops began knocking on the door. Not wanting to be seen out and about as moonknight, marc had made the incredibly moronic decision of dissolving his Armor and returning to his civilian clothes.

next thing he knew the cops had kicked the door in and were trying to arrest both the drug runner and him. 

He had escaped within a few minutes (obviously) but hadn’t noticed his wallet slipping out of his back pocket in the struggle, landing with a thump on the dirty floor. 
by the time he realized where his wallet had gone and that those two policemen now had his driver license, it was much too late to go back. 

so here he was, traped in this concrete fucking box. what the actual fuck had steven been thinking going out right now....did he go out or were they arrested from their home?....god damn it obviously the cops had looked him up in the system and by now they had no doubt found his military record....fuck. hopefully they would take pity on him as a "struggling veteran' and he could use that to try to make up an exscuse for why he was found in what was essentialy a drug den. 

marc sat down with a heavy sigh followed by a deep breath. ok...he could do this. first things first, time to call his lawyer.

marc stood up and walked to the front of his cell, and looked to the left, catching a look at the small area with desks and police officers walking around, doing whatever they were doing. 

"hey!" he called out. a few cops turned to look at him but soon returned their attentions to there computers and stacks of papers.

"hey, i want to make my damn phone call!" he called out irritably. with a grumble a cop walked over to stand infront of his cell. the cop was old. enough to be  greying and looked so done with everything it actually calmed marc down a bit. 

he unlocked the door and marc walked out slowly. the cop led marc around a corner to a wall with multipul wall phones and sat at a small desk across from them.

"you get one call" he said boredly as he took out his phone and began to scroll.

marc sighed and unhooked one of the phones and dialed in one of the few numbers he had commited to memory.

a few rings before a desheveled voice answered "nelson, murdock, and page, how may i help you?" it was a mans voice, he sounded rushed and marc could hear papers shuffling on the other end of the line.

"uh yeah, i need to speak to my lawyer. murdock." marc muttered.

"transfering you now." the man said before a beep.

"matt murdock. whos this?" the voice of his lawyer asked.

"uh this is marc...uh marc spector." he answered akwardly, rolling his eyes at himslef internaly.

"ah, mister spector. how may i help you today?" murdock asked.

matt had helped marc get out of a property damage lawsuit a few months ago. the man was a little odd and honestly, marc did't fully trust him, but it wasnt like he had many options. besides, matt already new about steven (not jake yet) so that at least meant he wouldn't have to exsplain why he didt know how he got here or when he was arrested. 

"im in jail. need to get out." he said simply, not thinking it nessisary to exsplain much further till the lawyer got here.

"what jail?" the lawyer asked, just a simply. 

marc looked around an then turned to look at the officer at the desk, still scrolling on his phone. 

"what station is this?" 

"weehawken north," the man said, not looking up from his screen. 

marc repeted the information to his lawyer and matt agreed to be there within the hour. marc was taken back to his cell and sat down on the cold metal bench with a huff.

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marc had been sitting idly in his cell for just over 30 minuets when 4 polic eofficerrs walked up to his holding cell, each one tense. mark looked up at them and stood anxiously, his mucles stiffning for a fight. 

"what." he asked bluntly.

the officers said nothing and one of them unlocked his cell with a set of jangling keys.

"your being transfered." the man said gruffly as he walked towards marc, holding a set of cuffs. "face the wall."

marc sighed and turned towards the wall, letting the man restrain him.great, now hed have to call murdock again. 

marc was lead out to a van marked with the police departments seal and ushered inside it. about a 40 minet van ride later and he was being dragged into a building that was definitly not another police department. 

"hey, where the fuck you taking me?" he asked stoping in his tracks outside a large skyscraper. there were no police logos and this place was way to fancy to be any kind of state run facility. 

the man holding his arm gave him some mumbled non-answer and pushed him forward, marc returned his friendly little gesture by elbowing him in the guts. the other 3 officers, hearing the mans yell of pain made quick work of pinning marc to the ground. fucking fantastic. marc thought biterly as the officer talked into their radios. 

the elevator at the end of the foyer made a loud ding and marc tilted his head up (the best he could with 4 grown men kneeling on him) and a man in a suit walked out. and- holy fucking shit...thats tony stark. 

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Tony stark looked down at him with a small grin, and marc, brave man though he was, couldt help that his first though was 'holy shit, im fucked.' 

tony waved his hands at the cops holding Marc down and gave some vague self-assured comment that he could handle marc without them. the cops shared a look between each other before begrudgingly getting off of him, one roughly pulling him to his feet. 

stark steped towards him.

"well hello there, Marc Spector."  he said, putting enfaces on Marc’s name with a smug grin. Marc felt his shoulders tense at the way he said it, like stark knew some big secret, he didt like it. not at all. 

"why am i here?" Marc asked, his mouth set in a firm line and his eyes sharp as he assessed the man before him. stark was wearing an expensive looking grey suit ( because of course he was) and a gold watch that felt like it might drain Marc’s bank account just for daring to look at it. but it wasn’t the obvious wealth and arrogance that put Marc so on edge though, no, it was the air of suffocating confidence the man carried himself with, like he knew every secret in the world, like he was untouchable. which, Marc supposed, he was.  he was ironman afterall. 

“You’re here to answer some questions we have, come on let’s head up.” Stark said, turning away and pressing the button for the elevator. 

“we?” Marc asked wearily as he got to his feet and and followed stark as he stepped into the elevator. His hands were still tightly cuffed behind his back and the slight sting of the metal cutting into his skin made his anxiety buzz up through his spine.

”yeah “we”” Tony replied, pressing the button for the top floor and then leaning back against the elevator wall. “You never heard of the avengers?”

marcs eyes snapped up to look at the billionaire. “The avengers? What do they wanna talk to me for?” He asked, feeling Jakes presence in his mind suddenly become more prevalent. 

tony smirked and went to say something no doubt sarcastic when a sudden “ping!” Cut him off. 
“that’s us” stark said instead, walking out of the elevator, looking back to make sure marc was following, which he was.

after a few minutes they arrived at a conference room with glass walls and a very sad looking pot plant in the corner. Marc stared dumbly at the people occupying the seats around the oval shaped table as stark took a seat, he really was so fucked. 

around the table sat none-other then the avengers in all their glory. Thor, blackwidow, Hawkeye, Bruce banner, captain-fucking-America and newly seated tony stark. 

“come on Spector, we won’t bite ya” tony said leaning forward with his folded arms resting on the table. 

marc hesitantly took the seat at the opposite head of the table to Steve Rogers and sat back, crossing his arms and leveling them all with a gaze that he hoped looked intimidating. 

“what’s this about?” 

Steve Rogers was the first to pipe up, sitting up a little straighter in his chair “hello Mr.spector, I’m Steve Rogers and as you probably already know these-“ he said gesturing the the other occupants of the room, “-are the avengers. We have some questions for you and your partners.” 

marc tensed up, partners? 

“chill hermano, he’s not talking about me and stev-o, they have absolutely no way of knowing.” Jake piped up from the reflection in the glass wall, “ if I had to guess this is about our whole ‘moon god vigilante shit, just deny it, no way these cabróns have proof it’s us.” 

Marc nodded softly to himself and then looked up at the blond man with a steady gaze, “I have no idea what your taking about” 

stark scoffed “oh yeah? So this isn’t you?” He said pressing a small metal button in the middle of the table. A floating hologram screen speared from the button that showed a very very clear image of Marc in his moon knight suite with his face fully exposed, talking to Layla in ciro. 

“shit.” Jake said unhelpfully from the glass. 

marc looked at the image for a second before raising an eyebrow and looking back to stark “who’s that supposed to be?” 

Stark gave him an incredulous look, “that is so clearly you, mummy man.” 

marc shrugged and leant back, crossing his arms over his chest “nah man, no idea who that is,” he glared at stark.

”look-“ the red headed woman to captain americas right said, “we already know your this ‘moon knight’ guy, we just want to talk with you and the other two.” 

Marc's expression hardened at the mention of his alters, “no.idea.what.your.talking.about.” He said flatly, staring the redhead in the eye with a look that could only be described as hateful. 

Stark sighed and turned to Steve “I don’t have all day Rogers, if he didn’t feel like talking today let’s just put him in the secure room overnight, the guys wanted for murder, it’s not like we don’t have responsible grounds to hold him.” 

marc glared at the billionaire “you guys realize your not the cops right? You can’t keep me here against my will. Not to sound cliche but I do actually have rights.” 

Captain America, blatantly ignoring him turned to face tony “yeah ok, nat can question him tomorrow.” 

Tony nodded and stood, armour materializing around him within moments “ok moony, you’re coming with me, don’t make this difficult.” 

“how about fuck you.” Marc said, standing up so fast his chair fell backwards, “I’m not staying here.” 

“You are actually” the red head said, standing from her seat “we don’t want to force you to come downstairs with us Mr.spector, but we can and will if you make it difficult.” She said walking forwards. 

a tight feeling started to thrum through Marc’s chest as he was practically cornered, he considered running out the door but these were the avengers, they would surly catch up. No…fighting was his only way out of here. 

he could feel Jake’s presence slowly becoming stronger, more tangible with every step forward of the red haired woman. 

“You really don’t wanna do this with me.” Marc threatened lowly as both her and the tin can approached.

”just go with them, Mr.spector. we try not to be in the business of harming civilians.” The bling supersoilder piped up from where he was now standing at the head of the table. 

it was all a bit of a blur what happened next. Black widow took one to many steps towards him and Marc leveled a well balanced punch to her head witch she dodged, iron man grabbed him around the neck in a vice-like choke hold and then he felt himself be violently ripped from consciousness, there where a few flashes of sensation after that, a kick to his jaw by the red headed lady, his fist colliding with Starks face so hard that his faceplate shattered and his knuckles felt like they shattered on impact( his strength no doubt increased by his avatar status). and then the next thing Marc knew he was laying face down on a cold white floor. 

Marc slowly pushed himself onto his back and sat up, a pounding headache felt like it was ripping his head in two, and a hand that felt like it was definitely broken where what greeted him in consciousness. 

he turned slowly to look around, groaning slightly as his ribs cracked and creaked, he was in a cylindrical glass cell, a small bed was in the corner but other then that not much else. 

Marc looked to the glass walls, running a hand over his face and grimacing as his hand came back covered in blood, “Jake…you there?” He asked quietly. 

“hey Marc..” a British voice answered back. 
Steven’s face appeared in the glass and immediately grimaced at him . 
“Jesus mate, what happened?” 

Marc sighed and ran his bloody hand through his hair “fight, with the avengers, we’re at there place now.” 

Steven’s eyebrows shot to the top of his face “the avengers?? What the hell mate? Why would you go and start a fight with the AVENGERS?!” 

“well technically they started it and it was Jake  who fought them so…innocent on both charges” he held up his hands in mock innocence. 

steven sighed and folded his arms with a loom that Marc would describe as a pout. “Why is it that any time I give up the body for more then a day we end up in some wired situation?” 

marc chuckled and leant with his back against the glass, choosing to look at Steven in he glass across the room, “dunno buddy…” 

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Matt had been at the wehawken police station arguing with the police Sargent for just over an hour now, of all the things he could be doing today  and he was now stuck explaining to a Sargent why he had a legal right to know where his client was. 

he had arrived and asked for Marc Spector and had been told he was “moved to a more secure facility for questioning” and after an hour of arguing with the police Sargent he finally got an answer to his questions. 

“look Murdock, he’s at avengers tower alright?” The Sargent said with an exhausted sigh, leaning back in his chair. 

matt paused his onslaught of all the legal ramifications of withholding his clients whereabouts to look at the Sargent. 

“…avengers tower?…why?” He asked with a raised eyebrow “what do the avengers want with my client?” 

“suppose you’ll have to ask them” the Sargent shrugged 

“that’s not how that works actually sir, as I’ve said, I have a legal right to talk to my client and make sure his rights aren’t being violated. The avengers, although they signed the accords, are not state authorities, therefore you cannot just give them custody of a person in police custody without pre-approval of the united state government.” Matt replied, eyes narrowing at this police Sargent complete lack of legal knowledge. 

“actually-“ the Sargent said smugly, “they got approved for questioning spector three weeks ago after a warrant for his arrest was issued.” 

“and what’s he been arrested for? Nobody has told me, and as far as he’s told me he was brought here for a speeding ticket. Not exactly an avengers level threat.” matt replied, not perturbed by this officers smug attitude.

”actually, your guys wanted for murder and vigilanteism.” 

matt raised an eyebrow “is that so?” 

“yes” the Sargent replied “that is so. Now please get out of my office, if you want to speak to your client I suggest going to the avenger tower.” 

Matt thanked the man for his time in a totally not sarcastic manner and walked out of his office and into the streets of New York, people rushing by him. Marc Spector, although a little prickly, was someone he considered a good man, he was going to get him out of this, he had a reputation after all.”

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Marc sat on the floor of his cylindrical cell, back pressed against the glass wall and one knee raised. There were no windows in this fucking place, and he had no idea how long he had been passed out, so it could be 4am for all he knew. 

He closed his eyes briefly, feeling around inside his mind for his alters, a habit he had formed recently. Steven was far away from the front, sleeping in the corner of his mind, while Jake was closer, not exactly close enough to watch but close enough to feel if something was wrong. Jake did that a lot, marc had noticed. And as much as he’d mistrusted the guy when he had first begrudgingly introduced himself, marc had come to find a sort of comfort in the other’s presence near the front, although he’d never admit that to Jake. He was big headed enough as it was. 

“Mr. Spector.” 

Marc's eyes snap open, looking as the man who had walked through the doors. He was a short-ish  man with dark brown hair and tan skin, Bruce banner, his mind supplied. The hulk. 

marc narrowed his eyes, choosing not to respond. 

bruce walked towards the cell, his hand coming up to hover above the glass as a some kind of blue light scanned his hand. 
“Doctor Bruce Banner, identified. Access granted.” A robotic female voice rang out. Marc’s head snapped up at the sound, his eyes flicking around before going back to banner. 

the glass parted suddenly, sliding open a panel to create a door into the glass cell. Marc tensed, immediately getting to his feet. 

banner walked in, the door closed behind him and he gave marc an awkward little wave, before stepping forward. Marc stepped back. 

“Hello Marc, I’m here to check on your hand.” He said in a gentle tone, like one might use on a startled animal. A caged dog, Marc's mind whispered in his ear.

”it’s fine. Fuck off.” Marc said simply, body tense, legs shifting slightly to be ready to lunge. It was an obvious sign of aggression but marc didn’t care, this guy could go fuck himself. 

“Ok.” The man said quietly, hand coming up to rub his neck “you sure? Your hand must hurt, you hit Tony so hard his faceplate smashed, your fingers are probably broken.” 

marc looked down at his hand and scrunched it into a fist and then relaxed it again, it felt fine. Which was….odd. Because he remembers his fist colliding with metal and he remembers the feeling of his fingers cracking….but he could only heal if he’d been in the suit right? And….fuck had Jake used the suit in-front of the avengers? Shit.

“Mr. Spector?” Banner asked again. 
“I uh-“ Marc muttered, still staring down at his fist. He slowly looked up at the doctor.                
“It’s fine.” 

the doctor nodded slowly, before awkwardly shuffling out, leaving marc alone once more.

marc stayed like that for a while, standing, staring at the door as his mind reeled. What would they do to them? Surely Jake hadn’t been dumb enough to summon the suit….right? 
he sighed and walked over to the small bed in the cell and sat down on it, letting his shoulders slump as he took a breath. He could get them out of this. He would get them out of this and then everything would be ok, he tried to re-assure himself. 

a few hours past as marc sat on the bed, still no clue what time it was, maybe he should be sleeping but there was no way his paranoid brain would let him fall asleep in an unfamiliar cell where he could be attacked by an avenger at any moment. 

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matt steeled himself as he walked up to the reception desk of stark tower, He had already phoned foggy and told him he would be out most of the day.

”hello how may I help you?” Came the perfectly practised voice of the lady sitting at the front desk. 

“hello, my names Matt Murdock.” He said, flashing his most charming smile “I’m a lawyer. My client is being held here against his will and I’m here to speak with him, as is my right.”

the lady stared at him for a moment before typing something into the computer. 
“Mister stark is currently unavailable. I apologize for the inconvenience but I’m afraid it may be a while before you can speak to him.” 

“well that's fine considering I don’t need to speak with him.” Matt said in a painstakingly polite voice, fake smile becoming tighter.

”actually I apologize but you do sir.” The woman said. Matt could hear her adjusting her glasses slightly. “I can’t allow anyone without an appointment above this level without Mister  Starks direct approval.” 

”I’m sorry, I know that this isn’t at all your fault or problem.” Matt said, going for the empathetic angle “but it is actually my clients constitutional right to speak with a lawyer when being detained. So please inform mister stark that whatever he is doing, he needs to get down here.” Matt said, a slight coldness slipping into his voice as he said the billionaires name.

There were very few “heros” that Matt respected and Tony stark was not high up on his list. The man would make time for him or Matt would cause trouble, and he made that apparent by flashing the woman an obviously fake, tight lipped smile.

the woman sighed and started failing a number on her desk phone before picking it up.

”hello Mrs.Potts so sorry to bother you-“ 

matt smiled and sat down in one of the many waiting chairs. 

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marc wasn’t sure how long he sat in that cell before another person walked in, but he’d have to guess around an hour. 

marc looked up to find that it wasn’t actually one person but 2, a woman he didn’t recognize with strawberry bling hair, holding the arm of a man that he did.

”Murdock.” Marc said, standing up and walking over to the glass. 

“hello Mr.spector. How are you?” He asked, adjusting the red glasses on his face with one hand while the other gripped his cane.

”how do you think?” He asked bluntly. 
murdock gave him an amused smile. 

“what I meant was, have you sustained any injuries?” 

“oh.” Marc said, feeling slightly stupid. “Um no I’m good.” 

matt nodded before turning to the woman by his side. 
“Thankyou so much for showing me up mrs. Potts. May I have a moment alone with my client?” 

 “oh yes of course.” The woman nodded before walking out.

murdock turned his head slightly as the woman walked out and then turned back to marc. 

“do they know?” He asked simply.

marc sighed “yeah. But iv denied it.” 
matt nodded. “Ok good.” 

“So….You got any advice for me?” 

Matt’s hand came up to run a hand through his hair, smoothing it back as he thought. 
“they have video evidence?” He asks 

marc nodded and then remembered who he was talking to “oh uh yeah sorry, yes.” 

matt raised an amused eyebrow.

”do they know about Steven?” He asked, his expression dropping into a more serious one. 

“not sure. They mentioned partners but I’m pretty sure they don’t know about our….condition.” Marc said queitly. He didn’t like talking about it, it made him feel on edge and Matt seemed to get the memo because she straightened his suit and smiled.

“alright then.” Murdock said turning and walking to the door.

“uh what? Wait where are you going?” Marc yelled as Matt walked away.

“to sort this for you.” He said simply before walking out.

marc sighed collapsing back on the bed. What the fuck was that lawyer going to do? They had him on fucking video. For fucks sake, just as they’d managed to get a semi-normal life back, marc had to go and fuck it all up. He was ruining everything.

”Marc.” A gentle voice sounded from behind him.
Marc whipped his head around to face steven in his reflection.

”breath a bit mate, you stressing out.” 
marc nodded dumbly, slowly steadying his breaths before he worked himself into a full blown panic attack. 

“Matt’s a good guy marc.” Steven said in that same calm, sure tone that Marc couldn’t help but listen to. 
“And he’s smart as a wip. He’ll get us out of this.” 

marc nodded slowly. 
“yeah…..yeah.” 

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“Boss?” A robotic voice rang out around the avengers common room as the music from Mario kart blasted from the TV 

“oh what the fuck?!” Clint exclaimed as his character was thrown off the track. 

“sucks to suck!” Peter laughed back as his character zoomed towards the finish line.

”language Barton. Don’t corrupt my sweet little baby muffin.” Tony said, walking past the couch and ruffling peters hair. 

“hey I know swear words!” Peter said, biting his lip as  he maneuvered his character    around the corners of the track. 

“nope. No you don’t. Never did, never will. I won’t hear it.” Tony said with a grin as he walked to the kitchen to pour more coffee. 

“boss,” Friday repeated from the speakers in the ceiling. 

“oh, yeah fri?” Tony asked, leaning against the bench as he sips his coffee. 

“Mrs.potts is asking for your presence in  meeting room 1 on floor 26.” 

“Tell her that if this is another one of those  atax global meetings I have better things to be doing.”

Friday pauses for a second and then speaks again.

”Mrs.potts wishes to inform you that Marc  Spectors lawyer is waiting to talk to you in.” 

“What? How’d he get in?” 

“Mrs.potts let him in.” 

“Of course.” Tony sighed, walking to the elevator.