i would say stuff to your face if your face was here can we at least agree to forego punching my face though? i'd like to take at least one nice photo of us this season
i told you the fates keep conspiring against us giving us consecutive black eyes anyway my face is almost there so idk be prepared to say all kinds of stuff
[which entails dangling above her door again, mistletoe back in his grasp. peter steels himself for the real confession, deep breaths as he waits and waits and then can hear the telltale thump thump of kate's footfalls in the hallway.]
[ some very aggressive thump thumps signal her arrival, haste mixed with excitement mixed with some of that lingering indignation because seriously. kate wouldn't consider herself the most romantic avenger (or avenger-adjacent, whatever) but there are a few milestones in a relationship she figure ought to be observed properly — declarations of love seem like a pretty reasonable thing to want to actually be around for.
(then again, when have she and peter ever actually done anything like they're supposed to?)
still, when she swings that door open she knows to look straight up. keys, jacket, quiver and bow all get dumped to the floor. the very floor she's pointing at as she stares her boyfriend down. ]
Get your spider-butt down here, Parker, I have a hard enough time reaching you when you're on the ground.
[if anger had a visual in the dictionary, kate might be the physical representation, or so he figures based on the way she barrels in and glares right up at him.
and really he should probably heed her earlier warning about punching him, but what is love if not spending the rest of your life annoying someone you care for dearly? with that thought in mind, he does lower himself, albeit upside-down, letting a web handle his weight, until his eyes line right up with hers.]
Hi. Welcome home. I believe you may have said something about wanting to kiss my face?
[here comes the mistletoe, waved not unlike a white flag right in front of her.]
I also think you said something about tradition and not bucking it. Though, I might be paraphrasing a bit.
[ damn, it really is hard to stay annoyed at someone acting so cute. is this how he feels when he has to deal with her? she definitely doesn't envy him for it. ]
Hi. [ she can't even hide her smile oh no. ] You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?
[ there are things that need to be discussed, very very important things, but he also looks so damn cute and she missed him and — and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to table things. for now. after all, tradition's tradition, right?
she still has to tiptoe to reach him, but even upside-down it's an easier reach than the usual. far easier too to thread her fingers through the short spikes of his hair, tug on them just enough to get the proper leverage of a good, hearty welcome-home kiss. ]
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cue some dead silence on her end before an eventual: ]
no you did NOT peter b parker
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yes, katherine elizabeth bishop?
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what the hell was that???
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who's peter?
[not that dumb, parker. dial it back a little.]
kidding.
obviously, i'm peter.
what the hell was what?
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i thought that much was clear.
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so my face can kiss your face
after i punch it or something idk
GOD I HATE NY TRAFFIC
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can we at least agree to forego punching my face though?
i'd like to take at least one nice photo of us this season
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anyway my face is almost there so idk
be prepared to say all kinds of stuff
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gotta get back into position
[which entails dangling above her door again, mistletoe back in his grasp. peter steels himself for the real confession, deep breaths as he waits and waits and then can hear the telltale thump thump of kate's footfalls in the hallway.]
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(then again, when have she and peter ever actually done anything like they're supposed to?)
still, when she swings that door open she knows to look straight up. keys, jacket, quiver and bow all get dumped to the floor. the very floor she's pointing at as she stares her boyfriend down. ]
Get your spider-butt down here, Parker, I have a hard enough time reaching you when you're on the ground.
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and really he should probably heed her earlier warning about punching him, but what is love if not spending the rest of your life annoying someone you care for dearly? with that thought in mind, he does lower himself, albeit upside-down, letting a web handle his weight, until his eyes line right up with hers.]
Hi. Welcome home. I believe you may have said something about wanting to kiss my face?
[here comes the mistletoe, waved not unlike a white flag right in front of her.]
I also think you said something about tradition and not bucking it. Though, I might be paraphrasing a bit.
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Hi. [ she can't even hide her smile oh no. ] You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?
[ there are things that need to be discussed, very very important things, but he also looks so damn cute and she missed him and — and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to table things. for now. after all, tradition's tradition, right?
she still has to tiptoe to reach him, but even upside-down it's an easier reach than the usual. far easier too to thread her fingers through the short spikes of his hair, tug on them just enough to get the proper leverage of a good, hearty welcome-home kiss. ]