flying with my cape in the wind
It was a good day. A great
Spring might have reached the calender but so far it was taking its time actually getting to the city. There were cold days that lingered, and some places even still got snow...but not today. Today was the embodiment of spring. The air was crisp and clean despite a city full of cars, the sun was out and shinning, and a breeze was weaving it's way through the tall buildings.
For once he'd put aside his books, his training, and all the other things he usually did to keep himself busy. He wanted to have fun, even if the people he'd asked out today had been too busy to join him. His circle of friends on this side of the portal was relatively small, and most of them were just as busy as he usually was. So he really hand't expected for any of them to agree to coming out with him. It was rare that their days to themselves ever actually coincided with each other. They managed with what they could and got used to spending days on their own, which honestly wasn't that bad. Being alone could be kind of a breather. He was almost always surrounded by people these days and he could forget what it was like to get some time to himself. Not that he wouldn't have minded company, but still. You made do with what you had to work with and he'd always been good at that sort of thing.
In actuality the weather was really just a plus. The real reason he'd taken today off in particular is because a local bookstore was having a sale on comics and playing marathons of different superhero movies all day. If there was one thing he'd come to love during his time in this world, it was comic books. He gravitated most to Captain America, but he'd honestly pick up any comic book he found and read through it. It was a nice change of pace from the other things he read, something he could do and enjoy without wondering about anything else. Not only that but he could kind of relate to the characters in those stories, most of which were just normal people who had greatness thrust onto their shoulders. If they could face all that they faced with their head held high, then so could he.
Comics were how he unwound from a long, bad day. If he was feeling particularly off or grouchy, picking up a comic book and sprawling on his bed was usually enough to clear the shadow that hovered over him. He'd like to think a lot of his hope and optimism was some side effect of the sword, but he was pretty sure a good chunk of it came from the comic books too.
The store itself was a little thing, half hidden between a coffee shop and a small business. It wasn't one of the chain bookstores so it never really seemed packed or anything, but who ever had designed the interior took a lot of care making sure there was plenty of space for people to sit and read, while also keeping a decent book collection. When he walked in, all the front displays were showcasing a mixture of newer and older comics, with signs asking the visitors if they'd like to stay for some movies and refreshments.
He was a little late and so there were already some people with little stacks of comic books piled up next to them, collected around a projector as one of the X-Men movies played.
Arthur felt instantly at home as he settled into looking over the selection of comics, seriously considering a Captain America plushie, and a large omnibus devoted to him. Reaching out to pick up one particular comic, he stopped as another hand reached for it too. "Oh, sorry." He said lifting his gaze to smile at the person. "You can take it."
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