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( closed ) so let's hang an anchor from the sun.
Who: kate bishop (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quivers) & peter parker (spideys)
What: late night mission times.
When: early october.
Where: streets of olympia.
Warning(s): n/a.
quivers) & peter parker (spideys) What: late night mission times.
When: early october.
Where: streets of olympia.
Warning(s): n/a.
[ She kind of likes this, this whole texting back and forth thing that she and Peter Parker have found themselves doing on a bit of the regular. It makes things seem normal, for as normal as Kate Bishop can ever classify her life as, and manages to keep her focus on the straight and narrow. Because it's what she should be doing, trying to keep to her status quo of heroing while remaining leveled and prepared for any other inevitable mishaps that might stumble in the way — because, of course, the end of the world doom and gloom would never be the last of it.
It's a tall stack of crates, a good ten to twelve feet in the air on the tallest stack amongst the cluster. Within the darkness of the road, it gives her a good vantage point without being too obvious from where she perches, monitoring a tarp-and-rope-covered cart some yards away. Security on a portable kiosk isn't exactly the top of the line hero duties she's usually in for, but with a reputation she still needs to boost, she'll take what she can get.
Holding up her arms, she lets out a low strained noise as she feels the stretch of the muscle, rolling her neck back and forth against her shoulders, craving the chance to move about more freely once the morning comes around (or she actually catches the supposed weasel kids she's meant to be looking out for).
That Parker better hurry his butt with snacks soon. ]
It's a tall stack of crates, a good ten to twelve feet in the air on the tallest stack amongst the cluster. Within the darkness of the road, it gives her a good vantage point without being too obvious from where she perches, monitoring a tarp-and-rope-covered cart some yards away. Security on a portable kiosk isn't exactly the top of the line hero duties she's usually in for, but with a reputation she still needs to boost, she'll take what she can get.
Holding up her arms, she lets out a low strained noise as she feels the stretch of the muscle, rolling her neck back and forth against her shoulders, craving the chance to move about more freely once the morning comes around (or she actually catches the supposed weasel kids she's meant to be looking out for).
That Parker better hurry his butt with snacks soon. ]
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It's fine. Kate should like these surprise snacks just fine.
There's no sign of danger as far as he and his spider sense is concerned, but he keeps off the main path anyway to avoid revealing Kate's hiding spot and to remain at least a little in cognito. He's got his suit underneath his clothes, and his webshooters are hidden beneath the sleeves of his shirt, so he isn't too worried.
Quickly, he shoots a message off to Kate. Something simple like: ]
hey i'm here
[ And then he waits for a response. ]
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doesn't count until i've got the goods
[ Even if she doesn't move from where she's seated, her head steady and facing forward, her eyes shift around, trying to see if she can glance some sort of subtle movement from her high viewpoint. ]
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and i wouldn't wanna expose your secret hiding spot
[ Look, it makes sense, even for someone who isn't a superhero, to not want to blow someone's cover, right? And Peter Parker, well, he's just a regular guy in a regular interplanetary world, living his life and semi-flirting with a girl he just met a month ago.
Yep. This is all perfectly ordinary.
Except that it isn't.
He glances up, lifting his bag up to give it a gentle shake. ]
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[ Still theorizing that Peter might have a pack of sticky secrets of his own, she's not too surprised that that kid knows how to be cautious. But she's been here long enough that she's wondering if her client had more of a fit of paranoia than anything else.
With little risk to the exposure, she scoots herself forward on the crates, letting her legs hang over the edge as she leans forward, letting herself get caught by some of the moonlight, a casual smile decorated on her lips. ]
You charging tip?
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[ At the sound of her voice, Peter looks up towards the crates, spotting a dark-haired, purple-clad girl perched at the very top. The dim light of the moon makes the moment feel ... kind of strange, like the other-worldly-ness is really emphasized now that he's here.
He tucks his phone into the front pocket of his jacket and shrugs a shoulder. His mouth twists into a crooked half-smile. ]
But tonight I'll - uh. I'll make an exception.
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[ Though it's been ages now since she was, and she had no intentions on going back to it again. Not to say that there weren't plenty of luxuries she missed enjoying.
She pats the space beside her on the crate, enough for him to be able to catch from where he stands. ]
Come on up. You're way too exposed there. Maybe you really will blow my cover.
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He spares a quick glance to his left, then his right, before he hops up onto the first of the crate stack, making surprisingly agile progress to get to the top. It's almost as though he might have done this kind of thing before. Or maybe many times before.
Maybe it's just a really rigorous gym class routine.
Yeah.
It's probably that.
Peter reaches the top without too much trouble, and gently deposits the bag in Kate's lap. ] Snacks, as promised.
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But she's easily distracted, so by the time he rises to the top and tosses the bag, her eyes are sparkling with pleased satisfaction. ]
Oh man, yes! [ She breaks out a light laugh that floats in the silence of the night, her body swaying so she can bump his arm with her own. ]
Way to go, Parker. I think you've got the talent for quite the career path in food delivery.
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Well, uh. Maybe don't get so used to it just yet. Food delivery's not exactly one of my career goals or anything.
[ Though truth be told, he kinda does need a job ... ]
But yeah - yeah. You're welcome.
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[ She shoots him a wide grin briefly before her eyes return to the bag, biting her lip with excitement at the treats inside. But even as she rummages, she keeps sparing the occasional glance to Peter, looking him over with subtle observation. ]
But really, thanks for coming all the way out here. Especially this late, and after I disrupted your — [ She gives a light wave of her wrist. ] Reading.
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Right, yeah. Assistant.
[ He nods, totally game to play along ... buuuut she obviously isn't serious, is she?
Anyway. He doesn't have a chance to say anything further about the topic of conversation when she looks at him, watching. He shrugs, shaking his head. ]
It's okay. It's no big deal. I was - [ Reading? Oh, right. Reading. ] - yeah, reading. This is obviously a little more exciting.
[ He gestures to the landscape surrounding them. ]
So how's the stake-out going anyway?
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She gives a shrug, pulling out one of the treats within and taking a bite with a light crunch, speaking again after a few chews. ]
It's a quiet one. Not quite the action-packed edge-of-your-seat mission I was hoping for, but it's work. Be nice to have an actual suspect to chase down though.
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His spider-sense isn't going off either, so they're probably in for a quiet rest of the night.
He shrugs. ] Well, uh. I hope you're getting paid by the hour. [ He pauses. ] There's always the clean-up jobs happening in the city. Sometimes I hear stuff from my place; it kinda pays to live above a shop that produces weapons.