Riley's Pov Marvel,” I said, the word coming out as a relieved sigh.He didn’t smile. His eyes, usually so warm when they landed on me, were hard. “What’s going on?”“I was looking for you. I came down to… I saw the end of the game.” I took a step toward him, wanting to bridge the gap, to get us away from this audience.“Got lost, did you?” Ray Collins’s voice cut through the tension, deceptively mild. “Visitor’s room is down the other hall, Hartwell.”The use of my last name, my father’s name, in that tone, felt like a deliberate provocation. Marvel’s jaw tightened.Buzzcut chuckled. “She was just telling us how she doesn’t support any team, Cap. Neutral party.”I saw the misunderstanding solidify in Marvel’s eyes. He thought I’d been chatting with them. With Ray Collins.“I was waiting for you,” I said to Marvel, emphasizing the last word.But the damage was done. The pride of a losing player, the presence of a rival who seemed to dominate every space he entered, and the girlfriend
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