MCA #0, Monday late evening

Steve unlocked the apartment door and headed straight for the fridge. His muscles were starting to remember that he'd been in a car accident and then a stand-off with a couple of pissed off superheroes that featured electrocution and then almost, Steve was pretty sure, getting squashed like cicadas because Danny had some kind of timing when he decided to get stubborn.

So. Beer and Advil--the very best way to get over it all! Plus a good night's sleep. Surely he wouldn't need more than that?

"Danny, need a beer?" he asked, pulling out his phone to text Annie they'd arrived back okay.