oxygen mask; closed.

Finn laughed incredulously as she and Billie arrived at their new apartment complex, butterflies rising in her stomach all over again. After living in the dorms for all for years of college and a shitty one bedroom while they figured out what they wanted to do with their lives, the two girls finally had a place to call home. By a stroke of luck, one of the last available suites was right in their price range and close enough to downtown that they could walk, bike, jog, or any other means of transportation that wouldn't require driving if they didn't want to. It was big enough to give them enough individual space but small enough to keep the best friends within comfortable proximity and it was just perfect. All of their stuff fit in boxes and bins in the back of Finn's Jeep so they saved another hundred or so dollars on hiring a professional mover. They didn't have furniture in their temporary house (they were there for a month and a half) and Finn was already seeing a trip to IKEA in their near future.

Finn cut the engine and smiled over at her best friend. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," she said, "We've finally got a place we can call our own. I hope you've planned the housewarming party already." Finn got out of the car and opened the back door, grabbing on of the slightly opened boxes with her name scribbled on it, adjusting it so it rested on her hip as she waited for Billie to grab a box as well. Altogether, they had about six boxes full of clothes, shoes, accessories, string lights, and mementos from their old dorm room. She glance down at her hand at their slightly smudged apartment number - 217.

"Also let's plan for IKEA tomorrow morning so we're not sleeping on our floor for weeks like bums."

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Steve hated his desk job. Hated everything about it. He couldn't stand being cramped up in a cubicle for hours on end and getting caught in rush hour traffic every single morning. It sucked and he was through. So, luckily, he was able to quit yesterday and has been lounging in bed all morning. He isn't really sure if Bruce is awake or not, but he's not too concerned right now. He's had a lazy morning wank and even found a new television show to get into. Steve's had so much free time in the past two hours than he's had for months. He's perfect content with not leaving his bed today.

Except he wants to see who's moving in today. Their hallway of people has become a tight knit community in the last three years or so. Natasha and Clint live across the hall, Peggy stays next door, Thor is adjacent to them, and Tony (the bastard) has the biggest place of them all at the end of the hall. Usually Bucky stays with him but he's gone back to Russia for a couple months to visit his family. Once Tony caught wind of new blood moving in, he immediately told everyone and appointed Natasha to scope out who it was, in hopes that her intimidating aura would keep them in check. Steve sort of wanted to see that.

He pulled himself out of bed and stretched his back out. After missing the previous workout yesterday, Steve vowed to follow up on one of his old P90X videos, thinking that'd be enough to get his blood flowing. He threw on a pair of basketball shorts and walked out to the main room, scratching his bare chest as he went to the television, turning it in on and inserting his DVD. After he got past the main menu, Steve took a deep breath and began.