Office hours, Thursday 9/3

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Steve's first class of the new semester was the next day, so he'd come up to the school to make sure everything was in order, and that he had the supplies he would need. And, since he wanted to stay around in case anyone wanted to speak to him, to finally deal with the e-mail that tended to build up in one's account when you wound up on ONTD and Page Six of the Daily Bugle for being at an airport with, apparently, your ex-best friend you weren't supposed to be on speaking terms with. And then winding up on Youtube for beating up Batroc (plus said apparently former best friend saying some things he thought were funny).

Most people got a variation on, He's from an alternate universe and I don't want to hear it. The e-mail from Sally Floyd requesting an interview led to a moment's pause at her audacity before he deleted it.

The one from Sharon, though--well, it had been fifteen minutes and his cursor was still hovering over it as he tried to work up the nerve to open the darn thing. He hadn't heard from her since she shot him, after all.

((Door and office hours are open!))