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It was snowing.

In November.

The start of November, too.

Climate change has really taken a lot from us. Orin allowed himself that thought, doing his best to think of anything else while the phone in his jacket pocket just kept buzzing.

He’d been ignoring it for the last half hour as he drifted around New York, dancing through the air more than flying— little loop-de-loops and barrel rolls and pirouettes visible in the trail behind him for a few seconds. He was a fairy…

Considering it was still the early 2000s, he was pretty sure someone was gonna take a video of this and sell it to FOX News or something with that exact caption, but not at all the way he meant it.

Another buzz against his ribs pulled the soft smile lower down his face, Orin not needing to check it to know exactly who was calling his burner. It only took one glance after leaving the studio to be sure, after all.

Hand.

Vicky, of course.

Her office phone and personal were lighting up his pocket every three to four minutes, which meant SHIELD had — without a doubt — seen the interview. So that also meant someone in the Triskelion — aka Hand, or Hand’s boss, or Hand’s boss’s boss with the eyepatch — was definitely really eager to have a conversation.

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