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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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“Well, I did go to prep school. We had a rowing team.” Which wasn’t the point at all, but Tony was having trouble focusing. He might, perhaps, still be more drunk than he was comfortable with. He scrubbed a hand over his face and cast their surroundings a long look. He didn’t recognize any of it and given his years of slumming, it was a little worrying. He slanted the man a slightly frazzled look, but nodded. If the question was meant to be sarcastic, it didn’t register to Tony; in his world, calling one’s butler was normal. “Yes. Or at least the man acting as my butler. I’m on vacation.”

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Xander snorted, “You sure ended up a long way from prep school, buddy.” It was dark, and his entry way wasn’t particularly well-lit. He was still gauging the guy, because this was just too fucking weird to be happenstance. Rich dudes didn’t appear on his doorstep unless they wanted something or somebody wanted something. Some agency or some bullshit. Most of the alphabet soup thought he was either dead or on a long-deserved vacation, but SHIELD always had a weird way of finding him. “Of course you got a butler.” He didn’t like being exposed like this, and even though he didn’t really trust the guy yet, Xander relented, “Come on inside. I’ll get you something for that headache.”