That Meddling Meddler

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WHO: Echo et AL
WHERE: Various about The Hero City
WHAT: Normal moments, action moments, normal action? Whatever happens in between the bigger events.
WHEN: May?
WARNINGS: N/A?

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Every morning, Echo woke up. Every morning, he answered his door, leaning against the frame before looking down.

"We need to stop doing this."

The orange tabby meowed, pressing against the man's legs to slink past him and the threshold. And after watching the cat take over his apartment yet again, he sighed, bending forward to grab the newspaper that came with it.

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Place An Order

Because even in a city full of Superheroes, folks still needed saving...

...From exaggerated hunger pangs.

Ramen, hero sandwiches, pad thai – whatever it was, Echo was out there, picking up orders and delivering them to the awaiting customers in need of feeding.

"GrubDash!"


On The Way

There were plenty of times he was there outside of making an online food delivery.

Not every single event could be taken care of within twenty-four hours by one person, of course. That would be ridiculous. Echo chose what was realistically doable with the constraints he had to work with, which included being mostly normal as opposed to being someone with actual superpowers.

Anything within the lower to middle tier, really, scripted and unscripted. The latter at least didn't involve reading tomorrow's newspaper articles ahead of schedule.

He knew some things weren't fixable. But if he could change an outcome for the better, he took the risk.


Wildcard

[Other ideas/suggestions/scenarios/what have you go hereeeee]

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Cayde scooped up the cat and promptly gave it some consolatory scratches. When it had made itself comfortable on his lap it was then that he found a bottle being held out. He tilted his head before accepting the cola, taking a swig.

"Should I put that on your schedule, along with a reminder for your morning jog?" he grinned. At least he didn't let himself wallow in self-pity for long.

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"No, that's for me," Echo snorted, returning to his spot on the couch. "Man, I hope no one ever did that to you for real."

Seeing the humor slip back into the Exo showed him how resilient he was. And it felt right.

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"Ugh, thankfully not!" Cayde laughed. That was one of the few upsides about here, that and the food. "I think half the people think this is a mask and the rest think I'm just weird. And then when you wander onto Stark grounds they just figure you're Iron Man, casual edition."

He shook his head, not really feeling like talking about that incident as he takes another drink of his cola instead, resting the bottle on top of the cat. It wasn't for long, given the unamused look said cat was giving him.

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As he took a swig of water, Echo raised his hand. "Guilty as charged. To be fair, it did look like a really good cosplay."

Stark was practically a household name, but he blinked at the mention. He wanted to ask why Cayde was there, but he let it be, tilting his head to one side. "Well. You are mostly metal, right? Considering Stark's background, it's not surprising that people would jump to that conclusion."

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"Top of the line tech and people think it's plastic, foam and cheap LEDs," Cayde muttered, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

He absently pet the cat again, scratching under its chin. "Yeah. Guess that's true. I thought at least he'd..." Scowling, the Exo shook his head again. The aftermath of the fight that had happened back at Stark's still left a sour impression on him. He shouldn't have been entirely surprised, but it had been clear that whatever sort of friendship they'd managed to build up was non-existent here. He was just another mechanical curiosity to crack open.

"Anyway, what's for dinner?"

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Although he didn't know what happened, the assumption came to a faint understanding about the first impression with Tony Stark. He personally never thought he'd be running a box of donuts and a bottle of champagne for the man. He never thought he'd be talking about anniversaries and missing fish with him, either, but that was that.

Echo huffed a laugh, leaning forward to rest his arms over his thighs as he looked at Cayde. "I can't believe you're still hungry," he shook his head. Although now that he wasn't driving around everywhere, he was starting to feel it too. "You okay with Mexican? I know a few good spots."

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Hopefully Cayde wouldn't find out that he could get donuts delivered too. He was thus far fine with buying his own.

"Well I didn't mean like, right now," he started, but he could grin about it. "Yyyyes. Oh right, you're the expert. I guess you'd know what to order by now." All that running deliveries for people, you had to pick up some experience on what was a go and what was no.

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"I guess I am," replied Echo, rolling his eyes. It was all in good humor, though. "The one down this street is good. If you want, I can pick up a few things later."

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"Great!" Cayde seemed to have bounced back to his usual levels of frivolity. He reached over to clank his bottle of half-empty cola against Echo's water. "Let's do that. I'll even treat." It was the least he could do if he was going to be kicking back here.