( closed ) so let's hang an anchor from the sun.

[quivers]

Who: kate bishop (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. ]

Comments

[quivers]

Well, of course not. You're supposed to be my assistant, remember? Can't have you ditching me.

[ 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.

[spideys]

[ Peter lets out another laugh, even brighter than before. ]

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?

[quivers]

I'm not so sure about exciting, but — [ It's not quite Kate's idea of a real mission. The stake out side of her work was never quite the peak of the job, especially when she wasn't exactly the best professional when it came to stealth.

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.

[spideys]

[ Peter turns back to scan their environment for a sign of ... well, something. It's pretty quiet, yeah. Not very action-packed as far as he can tell.

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.