They never had any permanent belongings beyond their favorite knife and a bag of hair ties. Living in one place for a long time was dangerous. A McDonalds commercial where the bottom text read AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- made Nat smile. On the commercials, the captions would glitch out, strange strands of letters shooting off the screen. The morning Law and Order rerun was silent, black boxes with white text scrolling across the bottom of the screen so they could understand what was going on. The only sounds were chewing and the clinking of forks on cheap china. Breakfast came together silently, the pair occasionally tapping the other’s leg with a foot as a way to establish their presence, it was their version of morning small-talk. Claire nodded and grabbed a plastic tub of blueberries and a loaf of bread from the refrigerator, putting the bread in the toaster and washing the blueberries in a colander.
#8tracks radio gala darling update#
“A protocol drill and an update on Banner. The call ended, and Claire rose from the couch, drawn to the kitchen from the smells of frying meat. Hot water with eggs went on a back burner to boil while strips of bacon were laid in a frying pan. Nat poured a second cup of coffee to sip this time, while they got started on making something for breakfast. Nat could hear the muffled voice of Fury continuing, but Claire would tell Nat if it were important. “For you,” Claire signed with one hand as she used the other to hold up the phone. Nat smiled sleepily and drowned the hot and bitter drink. Now, her phone’s voice recorder could caption life in real time.Ĭlaire noticed Nat as they poured themselves a cup of black coffee from the pot on the counter and waved. When Claire wasn’t wearing her aids, answering a call took three minutes because she had to get them.
#8tracks radio gala darling Bluetooth#
Helen’s voice recognition meant that Claire could take calls without having to worry about getting her hearing aids and her compilot, having all the Bluetooth sync up and plugging in the right pin codes, so all her technology liked each other. Nat wouldn’t’ve guessed that when it came to disabilities, Toni Stark thought of everything. Nat didn’t mind the new StarkTech craze, they’d never let their phone record them continuously, but there were merits to Toni Stark’s latest inventions. Claire was lounging on the couch, watching her new StarkPhone intently, as Fury’s voice over the line was translated into text by everyone’s new best friend, Helen Stark. As they walked to the kitchen, past the framed stock photos and cheap Target decor, they noticed Claire. The apartment was three rooms: one bedroom, one bathroom, and one living space. Nat looked down at the dark tank top and boxers clinging to their narrow frame, glanced at the tight compression garment on the floor, and decided they didn’t need that right now, especially before coffee. They sat up, yawning and stretching, and tossing the cheap, cotton sheets off their lap. Nat woke up in a familiar bed, a lumpy pillow resting under their head. ← Previous Work Part 6 of Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 38368 Chapters: 13/13 Comments: 106 Kudos: 198 Bookmarks: 14 Hits: 4904
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