[ The west coast is pretty sweet, she won't lie. Sure, the California sun is hot as balls (to which she will absolutely express it as such), but there's something relaxing about rocking short shorts and cruising down sunset boulevard in some thick shades and a positive attitude just before working out those hero muscles. But while she's been formally converted into a California Girl via Katy Perry anthems, she's still got that New York state of mind and a pretty boy to go back home to.
The long distance thing works because they make it work, and because they've both got busy schedules anyway with their double lives. But reunions feel so damn sweet when they happen, and one that's been long overdue is happening right now. ]
Peterrrrrr! [ She shouts with an echoing laugh as she runs down the sidewalk and hops with a happy step right into his arms, knowing he's got plenty of the strength to support her as she loops her arms around his shoulders.
Sure, she's exhausted from the long drive over, but she'll conjure up the energy for this boisterous greeting. Barely even getting a proper look at his face, her lips pepper hasty kisses along the sides of his face. ] Hey, hey, sugar cheeks. Missed me?
[ Peter grins, predicting the necessity to catch an armful of girlfriend and being fully prepared for it. Happy about it, even.
He wraps both arms around her and squeezes her tight, pulling her in for a proper kiss after she's finished pressing her lips over his cheeks and his jaw. (To which he laughs delightedly, because man, he's missed her. He's missed this.)
He doesn't feel like letting her go, so yeah, no, he won't. And he's thankful for his spider-strength because that means his arms aren't likely to get tired for a little while longer - not until he's done briefly making out with his girlfriend anyway. ]
Seriously, Kate. [ He says, affectionately rubbing her nose with his. ] This is gonna sound so dumb, but I swear I've been counting down the days until this very moment. [ He kisses her again before he lets her down so they're both on their feet. ] You sure we can't just spend all weekend in bed?
Yeah, you're right. Sounds so dumb. [ She responds with a wide-spread grin and arms draped around his shoulders like she really just might make him carry her around the entire night if she wanted. She won't, but she knows the option's there.
She does in fact land on her feet when he lowers her, going in a slight bounce, without unwrapping her arms, keeping him in satisfactory closeness. ]
Really, Pete? I come all the way over here and instead of taking me on an adventure in my well-beloved and well-missed hometown, you're gonna stick me in a bed, which I've seen plenty of back in Cali?
[ The idea actually isn't terrible, but hey, she likes to scold him for fun. ]
Don't worry, you can still give me plenty of kissin' and a-lovin' out here in the streets.
[ Peter raises an eyebrow at that second-to-last comment. What exactly does she mean by 'seen plenty of' bed back in Cali? It's ... probably something he shouldn't dwell on, whatever it might mean, and it doesn't ruin the moment either. He squeezes her in his arms but will keep the PDA to a minimum.
For now. ]
Okay, okay, sure. [ He switches to grasping her hand in his, so they can get a move on. ] Well - if it's adventure you're missing, I'm happy to provide. What's first? What do you wanna do? And is this an adventure in-costume or out?
[ It was mostly stolen moments. Being on the run with a group of four made the idea of having a bit of a pseudo affair a bit complicated, though the idea of it even being an affair didn't seem at all right. The word made the entire relationship seem so forbidden, and while it was kept a secret, certainly, it was hardly anything they felt shame over.
She shares the motel room with Natasha, and on any other night, Steve would be sharing one with Sam. But Sam's tech birds had a mission in needing to gather intel for their next destination, which meant a few days without the trusty and reliable Falcon. While that in itself wasn't preferable, it did mean that Steve's room would mostly be vacant except for himself.
Days like this made working around the complications a little easier.
Somehow, even with all the stealth training she's received in the past three years, she doubts Natasha won't recognize at some point that Wanda slips out of the room, even if she happens to be sleeping in the moment. If she's lucky, Nat won't question her, but even if she did, there was a thousand excuses she could provided that didn't feature the real answer: slipping into Steve's room.
She tiptoes even then, almost as if she didn't plan to actually wake him. But as soon as she approaches the bed, large enough to support all that muscle, she climbs atop him, the buzz of the air conditioner almost drowning out the squeak of the bed. Sheets separating them, she lays against them as she drapes over his body, her lips kissing him gently on the chin. ]
Morning. [ A loose definition of the word, seeing as how it was unquestionably the night, but two in the morning had it right there in the title. ] Did I wake you?
[ Steve's eyes are still closed when he hums a noncommittal sound, his mouth quirking into something of a soft but delighted smile.
Yes and no is the answer.
Yes, in some sense, she stirred him awake from a light and easy sleep. None of the group slept very well these days, not since being on the run and crashing at cheap motels with scratchy, stiff sheets and questionable cable choices.
And no because he was Captain America. It'd never been easy to get one up over him when he'd endured years and years of training, learning to detect even the faintest changes in the air, in the pressure put on flooring: super-soldier senses. Even now, even with the state of his exhaustion, his senses are attune to any change around him in the case of emergency. In case they had to make a quick escape. In case someone was after them.
But for now, they're safe.
He opens his eyes slightly, hands moving to find purchase on Wanda's hips, running along her sides. ]
Hm. You did. [ He says, teasing. ] I was having a great dream, too.
[ Wanda follows his hum with one of her own, her lips twisting into a helpless sound as soon as she earns a response from him.
His presence always had a way with easing her. When Pietro had died, the transition hadn't been simple for a twin who'd known nothing but her other half, and even if she'd found solace in becoming an Avenger, her openness with the others had taken time to develop. But Steve had always been there, always the solid rock to keep her level as the rest of the world shook around her, the weight to keep her grounded when she felt her mind losing itself and drifting away.
The world feared and may even despise Wanda Maximoff, but he displayed soft lines and gentleness in a smile that took on the harshness and negativity that threatened her, and wrapped her in the warmest arms she'd ever fallen into. ]
Were you? [ She breathes an exaggerated gasp, splaying a palm over his chest before resting her chin against it. ] How wicked of me to interrupt. [ Her mouth spreads into a wide grin, as a fingertip rolls circles in the hair of his beard. ] I hope you're about to tell me I was the star player in this great dream of yours, or I might become a woman scorned.
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( peter & kate )
The long distance thing works because they make it work, and because they've both got busy schedules anyway with their double lives. But reunions feel so damn sweet when they happen, and one that's been long overdue is happening right now. ]
Peterrrrrr! [ She shouts with an echoing laugh as she runs down the sidewalk and hops with a happy step right into his arms, knowing he's got plenty of the strength to support her as she loops her arms around his shoulders.
Sure, she's exhausted from the long drive over, but she'll conjure up the energy for this boisterous greeting. Barely even getting a proper look at his face, her lips pepper hasty kisses along the sides of his face. ] Hey, hey, sugar cheeks. Missed me?
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[ Peter grins, predicting the necessity to catch an armful of girlfriend and being fully prepared for it. Happy about it, even.
He wraps both arms around her and squeezes her tight, pulling her in for a proper kiss after she's finished pressing her lips over his cheeks and his jaw. (To which he laughs delightedly, because man, he's missed her. He's missed this.)
He doesn't feel like letting her go, so yeah, no, he won't. And he's thankful for his spider-strength because that means his arms aren't likely to get tired for a little while longer - not until he's done briefly making out with his girlfriend anyway. ]
Seriously, Kate. [ He says, affectionately rubbing her nose with his. ] This is gonna sound so dumb, but I swear I've been counting down the days until this very moment. [ He kisses her again before he lets her down so they're both on their feet. ] You sure we can't just spend all weekend in bed?
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She does in fact land on her feet when he lowers her, going in a slight bounce, without unwrapping her arms, keeping him in satisfactory closeness. ]
Really, Pete? I come all the way over here and instead of taking me on an adventure in my well-beloved and well-missed hometown, you're gonna stick me in a bed, which I've seen plenty of back in Cali?
[ The idea actually isn't terrible, but hey, she likes to scold him for fun. ]
Don't worry, you can still give me plenty of kissin' and a-lovin' out here in the streets.
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For now. ]
Okay, okay, sure. [ He switches to grasping her hand in his, so they can get a move on. ] Well - if it's adventure you're missing, I'm happy to provide. What's first? What do you wanna do? And is this an adventure in-costume or out?
( steve & wanda )
She shares the motel room with Natasha, and on any other night, Steve would be sharing one with Sam. But Sam's tech birds had a mission in needing to gather intel for their next destination, which meant a few days without the trusty and reliable Falcon. While that in itself wasn't preferable, it did mean that Steve's room would mostly be vacant except for himself.
Days like this made working around the complications a little easier.
Somehow, even with all the stealth training she's received in the past three years, she doubts Natasha won't recognize at some point that Wanda slips out of the room, even if she happens to be sleeping in the moment. If she's lucky, Nat won't question her, but even if she did, there was a thousand excuses she could provided that didn't feature the real answer: slipping into Steve's room.
She tiptoes even then, almost as if she didn't plan to actually wake him. But as soon as she approaches the bed, large enough to support all that muscle, she climbs atop him, the buzz of the air conditioner almost drowning out the squeak of the bed. Sheets separating them, she lays against them as she drapes over his body, her lips kissing him gently on the chin. ]
Morning. [ A loose definition of the word, seeing as how it was unquestionably the night, but two in the morning had it right there in the title. ] Did I wake you?
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Yes and no is the answer.
Yes, in some sense, she stirred him awake from a light and easy sleep. None of the group slept very well these days, not since being on the run and crashing at cheap motels with scratchy, stiff sheets and questionable cable choices.
And no because he was Captain America. It'd never been easy to get one up over him when he'd endured years and years of training, learning to detect even the faintest changes in the air, in the pressure put on flooring: super-soldier senses. Even now, even with the state of his exhaustion, his senses are attune to any change around him in the case of emergency. In case they had to make a quick escape. In case someone was after them.
But for now, they're safe.
He opens his eyes slightly, hands moving to find purchase on Wanda's hips, running along her sides. ]
Hm. You did. [ He says, teasing. ] I was having a great dream, too.
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His presence always had a way with easing her. When Pietro had died, the transition hadn't been simple for a twin who'd known nothing but her other half, and even if she'd found solace in becoming an Avenger, her openness with the others had taken time to develop. But Steve had always been there, always the solid rock to keep her level as the rest of the world shook around her, the weight to keep her grounded when she felt her mind losing itself and drifting away.
The world feared and may even despise Wanda Maximoff, but he displayed soft lines and gentleness in a smile that took on the harshness and negativity that threatened her, and wrapped her in the warmest arms she'd ever fallen into. ]
Were you? [ She breathes an exaggerated gasp, splaying a palm over his chest before resting her chin against it. ] How wicked of me to interrupt. [ Her mouth spreads into a wide grin, as a fingertip rolls circles in the hair of his beard. ] I hope you're about to tell me I was the star player in this great dream of yours, or I might become a woman scorned.