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gourmetburgers2021-05-13 07:44 pm
declaw) wrote in gourmetburgers2021-05-13 07:44 pm
[peterfel] ride or die
It had to be ninjas. No weird otherworldly aliens. No crazy Nazi zombies.
[ They were such a headache. At least the other ones were what they were on the tin: ninjas were lurking in shadows, blending in for their own espionage. Felicia was pissed she abandoned her evening, where glitz and glamour of the New York Elite allowed her to move through the crowds while she tried to hunt down a sold painting her Father once owned. When she gets a text, it takes her a bit to stop and read it.
Her ex.
It's always her ex, and she would move the whole damn island to help him.
God, she needed to get a blind date. ]
Don't worry, I got you.
[ Peter makes it clear what's going on: Matt's favorite body part, the Hand, seems to have some operation in Brooklyn under the guise of a construction demolition. Blahblah, something about an ancient relic and unless Felicia can appraise it? The morally grey former thief isn't too concerned with the repercussions, right? ...That's what she keeps telling herself as she reads more of Peter's messages for her. No one knows the area like Felicia, no one knows infiltration like Felicia. There's reasons he reaches out – it's business, and she was a fool for always tying the personal side back to it.
Her cocktail dress was gone before the elevator reached the rooftop, replacing it for leather and fur easily and gave her the freedom to scale the rooftop like a cat out on the prowl. It wasn't a record to get to him – he wasn't on death's door or anything, so by the time she sees a crouched form on the building south of the construction, she had time to stop for her supplies.
A ceremonious toss slams her bag into the ground next to him and Felicia makes herself known in the most typical way possible – a damn crawl on the ledge down to him. ]
One day you'll send me a text asking me for a coffee date instead of getting my hands dirty with Daredevil business.
[ But.. that's the thing about Peter that Felicia grew to love – far past her own infatuation with a masked arachnid. He cares about his friends, would die for them, and this was no different. Bitterly, she wonders if he'd still go to this length for her? If she was an insecure 20-something again, she'd think not. But, there's fondness in her eyes and a small, cocky smirk. ]
Some things never change, though. What's going on, Spider?
[ They were such a headache. At least the other ones were what they were on the tin: ninjas were lurking in shadows, blending in for their own espionage. Felicia was pissed she abandoned her evening, where glitz and glamour of the New York Elite allowed her to move through the crowds while she tried to hunt down a sold painting her Father once owned. When she gets a text, it takes her a bit to stop and read it.
Her ex.
It's always her ex, and she would move the whole damn island to help him.
God, she needed to get a blind date. ]
Don't worry, I got you.
[ Peter makes it clear what's going on: Matt's favorite body part, the Hand, seems to have some operation in Brooklyn under the guise of a construction demolition. Blahblah, something about an ancient relic and unless Felicia can appraise it? The morally grey former thief isn't too concerned with the repercussions, right? ...That's what she keeps telling herself as she reads more of Peter's messages for her. No one knows the area like Felicia, no one knows infiltration like Felicia. There's reasons he reaches out – it's business, and she was a fool for always tying the personal side back to it.
Her cocktail dress was gone before the elevator reached the rooftop, replacing it for leather and fur easily and gave her the freedom to scale the rooftop like a cat out on the prowl. It wasn't a record to get to him – he wasn't on death's door or anything, so by the time she sees a crouched form on the building south of the construction, she had time to stop for her supplies.
A ceremonious toss slams her bag into the ground next to him and Felicia makes herself known in the most typical way possible – a damn crawl on the ledge down to him. ]
One day you'll send me a text asking me for a coffee date instead of getting my hands dirty with Daredevil business.
[ But.. that's the thing about Peter that Felicia grew to love – far past her own infatuation with a masked arachnid. He cares about his friends, would die for them, and this was no different. Bitterly, she wonders if he'd still go to this length for her? If she was an insecure 20-something again, she'd think not. But, there's fondness in her eyes and a small, cocky smirk. ]
Some things never change, though. What's going on, Spider?
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Sounds like you need decaf.
[ And to go to sleep after this. Felicia closes the distance between them, even if they have a little bit of an audience by now and gives him one of those lingering gestures – a pat against his bicep to calm her own annoyances down. He had no clue... she had no clue... made sense that their luck combines was some Captain Planet-level misfortune.
She lets her nails drag down the texture of his costume's arm, indicating that it was fine. She got him in debt to her, so not all bad! And... heh, that necklace tucked away between the best cleavage New York had to offer? Don't forget that. They can address that later.
For now, they have the one final piece of their follow-up – until Peter mentions that damn mobile. She'd hate to admit it, but it had its charm at times. Maybe, someday, there will be a rare occurrence when bringing that baby out would yield him massive swag points. Not tonight, though. But – what the hell. ]
You just don't want the battery to go dead. [ Teasing, she'll be waiting by the mobile while he deals with the fallout. She walks backwards, her eyes on him and even after all this, she smirks that confident little grin of hers. Not the only thing with mileage, she wants to quip back to him but... that's pretty forward for the first coffee date. ] Hurry up, I need a cat nap after this too.