first wednesday of march

“So.” May steps onto the first stair down, evening out some of the distance between them and pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Peter and I will be taking our annual trip to the beach tomorrow, and you’re coming along. I’ll be here around ten tomorrow to pick you up.”Tony blinks. Tries to readjust whatever’s running two degrees off course in his brain.“Wow. Okay, wait a minute, you actually aren’t here to kill me?”“Was that what you were expecting?”“Yes. But you can’t blame me there, considering, you know. Past histories. And you’re here to—what were you saying? A beach trip? It’s winter, just in case you forgot.”(or: Months after Peter's vigilante antics have come to light, May invites Tony along on the Parker family's annual beach trip. Tony is about 67 percent certain that it's part of an elaborate plan to murder him.)