Phone Post

[superspeeds]

†ringtone†
[calls|voicemail|text]

"Hello, you've reached the cellphone of Pietro Maximoff. Leave a very brief message and your telephone number, I shall return your call should it merit my interest. Have a pleasant day."

Comments

call;

[trickshot]

I'm recruiting you for a secret mission.

[superspeeds]

Oh?

[There's a whooosh sound as Pietro runs to another corner of whatever room he's in.]

And what might that be?

[trickshot]

You really don't get what "secret," means, do you?

It's Bobbi's birthday, in a week.

[superspeeds]

I understand that it's likely why you contacted me privately, rather that via the network.

[But bffle's birthday...!]

I see. What do you intend to do about it?

[trickshot]

We are going to throw her a party.

No aliens, no interruptions, no crises. Just a party.

[superspeeds]

I wonder how likely it is that we can guarantee that no odious disasters should happen.

Very well. What did you have in mind?

[trickshot]

I can't think of everything. What do you think I'm recruiting you for?

[superspeeds]

So I am expected to create the plan.

I think that might be a task better suited to her husband than the friend that apparently ruined her life.

[trickshot]

I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself, stupid.

And anyway, if I come up with the plan we're going to end up having it at a roller rink, or something.

[superspeeds]

[heh.]

She might actually enjoy that, you know.

[trickshot]

Well then maybe we'll go with that.

The point is we have to plan this thing and keep it a secret while we do.

[superspeeds]

I don't envision that being an issue for me. Can the same be said for you?

[trickshot]

I think I can handle it. _{( :T )}

[superspeeds]

We shall see.

Now there's the matter of finding a roller rink. We may have to go to New Jersey, you know.

[trickshot]

So we'll go to Jersey, then. No one likes the City, anyway.

[superspeeds]

Well, Angelica will be thrilled.

[trickshot]

So everybody wins?

[superspeeds]

Essentially, yes.

Am I to research this, then?

[trickshot]

If you're going to be any help at all, you'd better.

[superspeeds]

Very well.

Hopefully you'll remember not to abscond away to tropical countries between now and then.

[trickshot]

You know, it'll be difficult, but I think I can manage it.

[superspeeds]

I certainly hope so.

If that's all, Barton, I'll be going. Angelica wanted me up at the school this morning.

[trickshot]

Yeah, yeah, go keep the wife happy.

And, Pietro? Thanks. _{( and then he hangs up super-quick! )}

[superspeeds]

[And now Pietro is just staring at his cellphone like WTF JUST HAPPENED. Also he wanted the last word. :| ]