❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.
Antonio was having trouble sleeping lately. His mood was the worst it had ever been, save perhaps the time after the death of his brother, Gregory. If he tried to sleep, he suffered nightmares, memories of the torture, the pain, the fear. He missed Anthony. He missed Steve and Thor. He didn’t know why the hell he lived on while they didn’t.
Susan had invited him to a new team after the Ultimates disbanded after the death of Captain America and Thor. Numbly, he’d accepted, knowing that if he was idle, things would just get worse.
Feeling restless, he headed outside, wearing a thick coat and a scarf as his breath formed clouds in the air. It was December, winter in a rebuilt New York, people doing their Christmas shopping already and many decorations hanging up everywhere, but he could care less. He could only wonder what was the point to it all anymore when he was abruptly pulled out of his gloomy thoughts as he felt his footing disappear under him, his shoe slipping on an icy patch and he yelped as he collided with a smaller body. “Oof!”
Antonio yelped as he fell back on the sidewalk, more out of surprise than any pain, with the bacterial armor absorbing the impact. He looked up, staring dumbly at the pretty young lady that ran into him- or he slipped into her. Each other? “Er…” He said eloquently, reaching up to let her help him, starting to get up but then falling back on his ass with her lying on top of him. “Whoa- er… hah… I swear I’m not usually this clumsy either, I’m actually really good with my hands- … that came out wrong.” He coughed. “Okay, let’s try getting up again?”
She couldn’t help but giggle at the other man’s yelp. Goodness, that was adorable. And when he said he was good with his hands, she busted up laughing. She laughed so hard, she ended up rolling off of him and just laid in the snow. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I needed the laugh, thank you.” She smiled softly then tried once again to get up, this time off of the slippery ice patch. Holding her hand out, she hoped he would grab it so she could help him up. “Wait… You’re Antonio Stark. Oh my god, I am so sorry.”