Awww. Means you can send me it later tonight while you're nursing that egg like a mother hen.
[ Did they just become parents to an egg? Yes. She can make the joke after they had the frantic ninja fight they just did – she's still catching her breath from that. They had little time to stand around, so moving things along quickly ensured they'd keep their schedule. Felicia didn't know what Spider wanted to do until he brought it up, her face scrunching up a little bit at the suggestion. He knows she doesn't run with the magical crowd or those worthy of paling around with the Avengers – but he's right. If there's a string of truth to her theory about it being mystical, that's the guy. ]
Sounds pretty boring, may leave that part to you. You didn't ask if I wanted to take a trip over to Greenwich. [ She's teasing, a wry smirk on her face as she scoots past him. She's already thinking of her list of contacts – art sharks, procurers of ancient goods, and ... the ones willing to pay the biggest price for it. Silently, of course, she plays by his game. By the time they make it to the ladder, she's already one foot on the railing, tugging herself up. ] Sensing a trend here.
[ Of course, she knows deep down, she likes when his eyes were on her. That was a rush that was too hard to ignore. Makes her think of old time – and how chasing each other across rooftops landed only one stolen thing between them: their feelings for one another.
It was hard to deny that even when they're at odds, they make a good team. She climbs, maybe a bit slower than usual so he can practically see the tension of leather giving way to the shape of her thighs – but, by the time she gets to the top... she uncovers the manhole, scoots up and immediately lowers her hand. ]
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[ Did they just become parents to an egg? Yes. She can make the joke after they had the frantic ninja fight they just did – she's still catching her breath from that. They had little time to stand around, so moving things along quickly ensured they'd keep their schedule. Felicia didn't know what Spider wanted to do until he brought it up, her face scrunching up a little bit at the suggestion. He knows she doesn't run with the magical crowd or those worthy of paling around with the Avengers – but he's right. If there's a string of truth to her theory about it being mystical, that's the guy. ]
Sounds pretty boring, may leave that part to you. You didn't ask if I wanted to take a trip over to Greenwich. [ She's teasing, a wry smirk on her face as she scoots past him. She's already thinking of her list of contacts – art sharks, procurers of ancient goods, and ... the ones willing to pay the biggest price for it. Silently, of course, she plays by his game. By the time they make it to the ladder, she's already one foot on the railing, tugging herself up. ] Sensing a trend here.
[ Of course, she knows deep down, she likes when his eyes were on her. That was a rush that was too hard to ignore. Makes her think of old time – and how chasing each other across rooftops landed only one stolen thing between them: their feelings for one another.
It was hard to deny that even when they're at odds, they make a good team. She climbs, maybe a bit slower than usual so he can practically see the tension of leather giving way to the shape of her thighs – but, by the time she gets to the top... she uncovers the manhole, scoots up and immediately lowers her hand. ]
C'mon, I got you.
[ There's another trend. ]