New places weren’t a favorite of Murder’s. It meant new sounds to get used to, new scents, everything was<i>new</i>. So, a new place, not of his choosing, with a morning meeting the following day hadn’t been welcome news once he’d arrived at the Avenger’s Headquarters. The gentleman who’d led him to his room had been pleasant enough, but did nothing to help the unease he felt. Murder wasn’t one who liked being strongarmed into doing something, but in this instance, it was better than the alternative.<br/><br/>The next morning saw him groggily slapping at his phone to turn off the alarm that chirped obnoxiously by his head. Then, he stared at the time for a moment, and it slowly dawned on him that this was the alarm he’d set to leave for the meeting. “Ah. Well…Fuck.” Sighing, he dragged himself out of bed and quickly rummaged through his duffle bag on the floor to grab something semi-presentable. Actually, fuck it, because he currently didn’t give two shits about this whole thing. Murder simply grabbed a pair of dark blue sweatpants and pulled them on before heading out into the common area, then eyed the food on the counter by a semi-fresh pot of coffee. “Well, at least there’s food.”<br/><br/>After grabbing a cup of coffee and two overly iced cream cheese Danishs, he headed for the meeting room, taking his sweet time because it had already rolled over to the new hour. When he finally reached the meeting room, he faint murmur of conversation from inside told him that it’d already started. Call him fashionably late, goddammit. Without any hesitation, he hip checked the door open and casually strolled right on in, uncaring that he was five or ten minutes late. Murder immediately knew he stood out, and not just because he towered over everyone at 6’8”.<br/><br/>Where everyone seemed reasonably dressed or even fancily dressed, he’d just thrown on his blue sweat pants, had a dark grey t-shirt with the words ‘YEEEE BOI’ in an obnoxious magenta color, hadn’t bothered with shoes or socks, and currently had one of his cream cheese Danishs in his mouth…And had a serious case of ‘I just woke up’ hair. Continuing on to the first empty chair, he nudged it away from the table as he set his coffee and second Danish down. Unceremoniously, he plopped down into the chair and pulled the Danish out of his mouth. “Sup.”