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Shhh. It's edible! Besides, a more cocky version of Spider-Man would insist lots of men and women would do a lot for this spit-covered fortune.
[ there's a temptation to dangle said spit-covered paper over her just to make her freak out, but he won't. he'll save the freakouts for when he becomes Spider-King and summons a bunch of his fuzzy friends to cover his body. ]
You tell me, hawk-girl.. Life can't be too bad if I'm envying pizza delivery over being a superhero. 'Least I found time to stick to your window and creep on you?
[ the teriyaki is taken with a courteous bow that comes from a boy who watched far too many kung-fu movies in his youth. ]
Arigato, Bishop-san.
Shhh. It's edible! Besides, a more cocky version of Spider-Man would insist lots of men and women would do a lot for this spit-covered fortune.
[ there's a temptation to dangle said spit-covered paper over her just to make her freak out, but he won't. he'll save the freakouts for when he becomes Spider-King and summons a bunch of his fuzzy friends to cover his body. ]
You tell me, hawk-girl.. Life can't be too bad if I'm envying pizza delivery over being a superhero. 'Least I found time to stick to your window and creep on you?
[ the teriyaki is taken with a courteous bow that comes from a boy who watched far too many kung-fu movies in his youth. ]
Arigato, Bishop-san.
[It's a good thing he skips the torture, because she might never feed him again. Kate wrinkles her nose, plucking a spring roll from another box and waggling it at him admonishingly.]
I don't want to know how much people will pay for your spit. And it would only count as creeping if I didn't invite you and you were watching me sleep or something, Edward Cullen style.
I don't want to know how much people will pay for your spit. And it would only count as creeping if I didn't invite you and you were watching me sleep or something, Edward Cullen style.
[ he takes a moment to avoid replying by smacking his lips on the teriyaki chicken. you know what makes teriyaki chicken taste better? when it's free. when you have a negative bank balance and you didn't have to go further into the negatives to eat it. mmm. teriyaki chicken. ]
But take a guess? Because I sure don't know. Do you think they'd pay hundreds? Thousands? It's time for me to cash in on the superhero craze.
[ when she mentions creeping, he sure does take the time to tilt his body until it's barely hanging over her own. is she uncomfortable yet. ]
You never know, Kate Bishop. Would it be weird if I guessed what kind of pajamas you were wearing last night?
[ "guessed" was most certainly emphasized with finger quotes. over Kate's head, at that. ]
But take a guess? Because I sure don't know. Do you think they'd pay hundreds? Thousands? It's time for me to cash in on the superhero craze.
[ when she mentions creeping, he sure does take the time to tilt his body until it's barely hanging over her own. is she uncomfortable yet. ]
You never know, Kate Bishop. Would it be weird if I guessed what kind of pajamas you were wearing last night?
[ "guessed" was most certainly emphasized with finger quotes. over Kate's head, at that. ]
[She's not uncomfortable, and even if she were, she wouldn't let it show. Kate is nothing if not stubborn. She does put a hand on his cheek, pushing his face gently.]
Incredibly weird.
[But she kind of wants to know how silly his attempt would be, so...]
Guess. If you're right, you get the last fortune cookie.
Incredibly weird.
[But she kind of wants to know how silly his attempt would be, so...]
Guess. If you're right, you get the last fortune cookie.
[ he initially resists her gentle face pap and in fact pushes into her palm, allowing a rather ludicrous display of his cheek distorting between her and his mask. she should never have done that. ]
Linen bottoms with my face stitched onto them. My spider face. Not my actual face. That would really be weird.
[ and because they're talking about faces, he will finally pull back to tug his mask off altogether, dropping it in her lap for her to look down on. enjoy those white eyes staring up at you, Hawkeye. ]
You no doubt paid too much for them and that's why you only have five dollars to your name. Thanks for repping me through thick and thin.
Linen bottoms with my face stitched onto them. My spider face. Not my actual face. That would really be weird.
[ and because they're talking about faces, he will finally pull back to tug his mask off altogether, dropping it in her lap for her to look down on. enjoy those white eyes staring up at you, Hawkeye. ]
You no doubt paid too much for them and that's why you only have five dollars to your name. Thanks for repping me through thick and thin.
That little heart shaped version of your face that every tourist in the world has on a t-shirt? Bingo.
[This is 100% a lie. And yeah, thanks for the mask, Pete. Kate picks it up and sticks it on her head, almost like a terrible beanie, then blows him a sarcastic kiss.]
You're welcome. I'm gunning for your look. I can totally pull off the spider thing, right?
[This is 100% a lie. And yeah, thanks for the mask, Pete. Kate picks it up and sticks it on her head, almost like a terrible beanie, then blows him a sarcastic kiss.]
You're welcome. I'm gunning for your look. I can totally pull off the spider thing, right?
Pics or it didn't happen.
[ he doesn't need spidey senses to understand sarcasm, but part of him definitely wishes it was true. call it an ego thing. it's cute when his friends are secretly fans of him, okay... ]
Mm, yep. Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm sure you'd be better suited for spandex than I ever was.
[ Pete doesn't try to think about that, because then visuals would start appearing in his mind and he would be a whole lot less comfortable sitting next to her. so he doesn't. he's going to enjoy chomping at that teriyaki chicken instead. ]
[ he doesn't need spidey senses to understand sarcasm, but part of him definitely wishes it was true. call it an ego thing. it's cute when his friends are secretly fans of him, okay... ]
Mm, yep. Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm sure you'd be better suited for spandex than I ever was.
[ Pete doesn't try to think about that, because then visuals would start appearing in his mind and he would be a whole lot less comfortable sitting next to her. so he doesn't. he's going to enjoy chomping at that teriyaki chicken instead. ]
[Kate laughs, readjusting her brand new Spidey hat. Don't worry, Peter, she's definitely got some merch, but having your friend's face on your butt just feels like a step too far.]
What? You've got all those...
[She gestures vaguely.]
Spider muscles.
[That's definitely the technical term.]
What? You've got all those...
[She gestures vaguely.]
Spider muscles.
[That's definitely the technical term.]
[ referencing "spider muscles" is enough for him to open his mouth halfway, revealing the kabob skewer still clenched between his teeth. he's looking between her and his biceps and down to his stomach before back to her, eyes squinting in a scrutinizing manner. ]
What... does that even mean.
What... does that even mean.
[ when she counters his supposedly judgmental look with an equally judgmental look, he is quick to pull the skewer out of his mouth and wave it at her defensively. ]
No! No, I do not know what you mean! Spider muscles are dangerously ambiguous and not at all enlightening in the slightest. Also, even if it's totally my fault for adding spider before everything I ever say ever, not one of my muscles belong on a spider's body!
[ is it obvious that he's flustered when they start talking about his body? even after all of the years, it's still a Thing. ]
No! No, I do not know what you mean! Spider muscles are dangerously ambiguous and not at all enlightening in the slightest. Also, even if it's totally my fault for adding spider before everything I ever say ever, not one of my muscles belong on a spider's body!
[ is it obvious that he's flustered when they start talking about his body? even after all of the years, it's still a Thing. ]
It was supposed to be a compliment to you! You turned it against me! This betrayal.
[ he promptly breaks his skewer, treating it as if it was his heart. it's dropped into his lap so he can proceed to take another from his box. ]
Well, either way. Thanks for the protein. It'll keep my not-spider muscles refined for you to apparently ogle within my suit.
[ he promptly breaks his skewer, treating it as if it was his heart. it's dropped into his lap so he can proceed to take another from his box. ]
Well, either way. Thanks for the protein. It'll keep my not-spider muscles refined for you to apparently ogle within my suit.
Uhhh, I'm pretty sure that's not how that works? Maybe I was just insinuating that your frame is very... lithe and capable of being aerodynamic. Things that are extremely relevant to being in spandex. For some reason.
[ you know what. he doesn't like you calling him out, Kate. he will take her spider hat back and promptly place it on his head instead. take that. ]
[ you know what. he doesn't like you calling him out, Kate. he will take her spider hat back and promptly place it on his head instead. take that. ]
[Kate is bored in a way she rarely is on patrol. Not in this neighborhood, at least. Usually, she can't turn around without seeing another mugging or robbery, but tonight is unusually quiet and she feels like she's losing her mind. She's considering taking a break and grabbing some cheap coffee from that bodega around the corner when she spots a very familiar silhouette on one of the rooftops. Well, hey. Surprise surprise.
It's not like she has a grappling line hidden magically in her fancy suit like she assumes Dick does, so getting to the roof involves slinging her bow over her shoulder and scrambling up a fire escape. Very graceful.]
Hey.
[Kate pulls herself up over the edge of the roof and grins at him.]
If it isn't my favorite bat boy. Are you the one mopping up all the baddies and leaving me with nothing to do?
It's not like she has a grappling line hidden magically in her fancy suit like she assumes Dick does, so getting to the roof involves slinging her bow over her shoulder and scrambling up a fire escape. Very graceful.]
Hey.
[Kate pulls herself up over the edge of the roof and grins at him.]
If it isn't my favorite bat boy. Are you the one mopping up all the baddies and leaving me with nothing to do?
[It's not the first time Dick has put a bit of distance between himself and Gotham- set out to carve out a space and a name for himself somewhere new- and it likely wasn't to be the last. He was however, far out of practice with sharing a city with someone who wasn't under the umbrella of the bat. That wasn't a part of some team he'd pulled together and was expected to lead.
In a way, it's almost been a bit of a relief- a lot more fun than he'd initially anticipated, when there'd been some awkward false starts in learning to navigate the city districts without stepping on each other's toes. It was refreshing after all this time, to occupy a space where nothing was expected of him other than the occasional companionship or a helping hand, that was just as often returned as it was given. Nice, to not be alone. To have someone else around who understood exactly what it meant to give themselves over to this kind of duty]
I was wondering when you'd show.
[Not that he'd made it particularly easy on her to be found- he always did prefer the higher spaces, and New York had no shortage of them. Dick stops the swing of his legs, and spares her a quick grin. No need to tack on that she's his favourite archer- it's been rather heavily implied as of late- and pushes towards her a box of freshly fried mini donuts]
And- Guilty. [Not that he looked it. One irritating phone call later, and Dick hardly had any qualms about finding a few thugs to bruise his knuckles on. Even so, it has been uncharacteristically quiet. Likely the calm before a storm, if experience is anything to go by]
In a way, it's almost been a bit of a relief- a lot more fun than he'd initially anticipated, when there'd been some awkward false starts in learning to navigate the city districts without stepping on each other's toes. It was refreshing after all this time, to occupy a space where nothing was expected of him other than the occasional companionship or a helping hand, that was just as often returned as it was given. Nice, to not be alone. To have someone else around who understood exactly what it meant to give themselves over to this kind of duty]
I was wondering when you'd show.
[Not that he'd made it particularly easy on her to be found- he always did prefer the higher spaces, and New York had no shortage of them. Dick stops the swing of his legs, and spares her a quick grin. No need to tack on that she's his favourite archer- it's been rather heavily implied as of late- and pushes towards her a box of freshly fried mini donuts]
And- Guilty. [Not that he looked it. One irritating phone call later, and Dick hardly had any qualms about finding a few thugs to bruise his knuckles on. Even so, it has been uncharacteristically quiet. Likely the calm before a storm, if experience is anything to go by]
[Kate sits down beside him, and gasps when he reveals the donuts, her face lighting up.]
Oh my God, my hero. I'll forgive you for leaving me with nothing to do.
[But that's not really his fault. There's a reason you can't swing a cat in New York without hitting fifteen superheroes—there's enough crap going on at all times that it's sort of necessary. That actually might be a chicken and the egg issue, she thinks, but still. Kate plucks a donut from the box as she peeks over at him.]
What do you think they're all up to, anyway?
Oh my God, my hero. I'll forgive you for leaving me with nothing to do.
[But that's not really his fault. There's a reason you can't swing a cat in New York without hitting fifteen superheroes—there's enough crap going on at all times that it's sort of necessary. That actually might be a chicken and the egg issue, she thinks, but still. Kate plucks a donut from the box as she peeks over at him.]
What do you think they're all up to, anyway?
[ honestly, he's not quite as good as he was hoping he'd be by this point. when it comes to throwing knives, he's good enough on either hand. and depending on knife size, he can throw multiple knives at once with pretty decent accuracy. but it's nothing compared to Kate.
Which is both frustrating, and a challenge he welcomes. he's not going to let himself be outdone forever. And if he is, he's going to get as good as he possibly can in the meantime. ]
How's that?
[ they're close to wrapping. it's the one structured part of his day for the moment, and well, he wants to know if he's gotten any better since last time. ]
Which is both frustrating, and a challenge he welcomes. he's not going to let himself be outdone forever. And if he is, he's going to get as good as he possibly can in the meantime. ]
How's that?
[ they're close to wrapping. it's the one structured part of his day for the moment, and well, he wants to know if he's gotten any better since last time. ]
[To be fair, Kate's been training with Clint for years, and then on her own before that. He's doing remarkably well, but if a little competition is what keeps him working this hard, Kate isn't going to complain.
She grins at him, bumping her shoulder into his.]
Awesome. You're improving faster than most people I know do.
She grins at him, bumping her shoulder into his.]
Awesome. You're improving faster than most people I know do.
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