With two supersoldiers and Tony Stark in their lives, I feel JJ and Winnie spent a lot of time being taken to places very quickly.
Also without any concept of things being very heavy to move about. Oh, you want your bed in the other corner of the room? No problem. *picks up, plunks down*
I have a headcanon about when Nora moved in with Steve, and it only took them an hour to clear out her apartment and get moved into his place, because Steve and Bucky were throwing boxes and furniture out the windows and from the sidewalk to the front door.
Bucky: Head's up! *tosses a box of books from the moving truck to a second storey window* Steve: *catches it without looking and puts it on the floor* Bucky: Hey, where do you want this armchair? Nora: Is he going to throw it? Steve: Yeah, but I don't think it will fit through the window... Nora: Well, you're fired as movers. That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard.
Elliot: *grips seat* You're going really fast. Winnie: I got it. Just pretend we're in a Bond film. Elliot: Right. But I feel like you're James Bond and I'm the innocent who dies the fiery death.
Hahaha! Poor Elliot. I picture JJ probably using a motorcycle as his form of transportation if he isn't walking or taking the subway, but I imagine he obeys traffic laws, due to Nora's friendly reminders that his bones are made of breakable things. He'd totally be the one in the passenger seat telling Winnie how many red lights she's run, but otherwise very calm.
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With two supersoldiers and Tony Stark in their lives, I feel JJ and Winnie spent a lot of time being taken to places very quickly.
Also without any concept of things being very heavy to move about. Oh, you want your bed in the other corner of the room? No problem. *picks up, plunks down*
I have a headcanon about when Nora moved in with Steve, and it only took them an hour to clear out her apartment and get moved into his place, because Steve and Bucky were throwing boxes and furniture out the windows and from the sidewalk to the front door.
Bucky: Head's up! *tosses a box of books from the moving truck to a second storey window*
Steve: *catches it without looking and puts it on the floor*
Bucky: Hey, where do you want this armchair?
Nora: Is he going to throw it?
Steve: Yeah, but I don't think it will fit through the window...
Nora: Well, you're fired as movers. That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard.
Elliot: *grips seat* You're going really fast.
Winnie: I got it. Just pretend we're in a Bond film.
Elliot: Right. But I feel like you're James Bond and I'm the innocent who dies the fiery death.
Hahaha! Poor Elliot. I picture JJ probably using a motorcycle as his form of transportation if he isn't walking or taking the subway, but I imagine he obeys traffic laws, due to Nora's friendly reminders that his bones are made of breakable things. He'd totally be the one in the passenger seat telling Winnie how many red lights she's run, but otherwise very calm.
I'm off to bed! G'night!