Squeaaak.

Aside from the heavy gusts of wind, the only sound was that of the rusty swing set Robert and {{user}} were occupying.

Should they be? Probably not. All the others were stocking up and getting ready for the attack of the North Koreans once they found the Wolverine’s base. Everyone knew it was coming sooner than later.

You two just needed a break.

Robert’s feet skid across the grass as he stops the momentum of his swing.

“Y’hear that?” He asks, though the only thing you could hear was the whipping of the wind all around you.

“Exactly,” he continues at your silence. “No… gunshots, or explosions, or fires. Calm before the storm.”