Meanwhile, Back in London

[goawayleavemealone]

"Right," Pete says as he opens up his flat in Mayfair.

It's not huge by any definition of the word, but it's nice and a bit spacious. The bookshelves are full, and there's a modest record collection on a shelf in the corner, along with an old record player. The kitchen is small, but there's a relatively spacious bathroom, and the two bedrooms are next to each other, his own bedroom unkempt, but nowhere near the levels he used to keep his personal spaces back when they were first dating.

"Kitchen's through there," he points. "Living room's here, loo's back there, and your bedroom is the guestroom in the back."

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[enduring_pryde]

"Yes." She smiles softly. "Of course I didn't necessarily realise at the time, and I am very sorry for that."

[goawayleavemealone]

He gazes at her for a moment and then pulls away, pouring himself some tea.

"So? We got the rest of the day. You wanna get settled into your rooom?"

[enduring_pryde]

"I could do that. Or enjoy my tea before it gets too cold." She smiles. "I love that you invited me here to help me get away from everything and I now have skills to better assist you. Honestly, if anyone complains, like your superiors, just tell them my credentials and that'll shut them right up."

[goawayleavemealone]

Pete chuckles and sips his own tea. "Believe me, they didn't give me hell when I pulled Blade onto the team, they're not gonna give me hell about you. Besides, you've still got dual citizenship, and you were practically a national bloody treasure in your Excalibur days. The British people love you."

[enduring_pryde]

"Right, as he's American too, right?" She smiles. "Being here, I got my taste of what I imagined it might be like being with the Avengers. Government sanctioned superhero team." She looks at him thoughtfully. "I miss those days on Muir."

[goawayleavemealone]

"Interestingly enough, he's from these parts, but he grew up in the states," Pete tells her.

He snorts a little, smirking wryly. "We're not quite the Avengers. If we are, I am a very poor man's Tony Stark."

[enduring_pryde]

"Ahh okay. I have come across him but haven't met him officially."

She chuckles. "Or Brian is. The recovering alcoholic, genius engineer, and wealthy playboy."

[goawayleavemealone]

"With the Captain moniker, he's Rogers, too," Pete adds, sitting back.

He watches her, and marvels at how easily she seems to slide into his flat; into his life. Like no time has passed at all; like she's always been here.

Or she was always supposed to be.

[enduring_pryde]

"Absolutely." She sips her tea and meets his gaze and smiles back at him. "It shouldn't take me very long to unpack, so we'll have most of the day. And it really is a gorgeous day that I don't think we should let go go waste. Is there anything specific that you'd like to do?"

[goawayleavemealone]

"Well," he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't actually have much in the way of food in the house...could probably use to do the shopping, specifically because I don't know what you're eating these days."

He shrugs. "Other'n that, you're the guest, so you should probably choose what we do."

[enduring_pryde]

"Really just the same. No pork or shellfish." To keep Kosher. "We could do that by the end of the day. It's been quite a few years since I've been here. I'd like to explore the city, see what's new."