WHO: ELECTRO and MOCKINGBIRD
WHERE: Electro's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: Following
this.
WARNINGS: Banter, makeouts, some sex.
SUMMARY: PARKER IS GONE AND ELECTRO IS SAD. Mockingbird to the rescue.
FORMAT: Para.
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don't say what you're really thinking, don't say what you really wanna say )
She'd been walking this line a lot though, especially recently. Perhaps she was becoming blind to her surroundings. Maybe she was too close to the situation for her own good. After all, here she was, sneaking over to Electro's apartment when she ought to be at the mansion, playing the part laid out for her. She should be apologizing to Luke, and probably to Peter too. She should be thinking about Clint and how much she missed him. She should not be knocking on the door marked 206, holding her breath while she waited for an answer.
God, she was such an idiot.
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"How about you? Chicken or beef?"
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She did her best not to seem uneasy though. She was a little scared by the consequences, but not enough to stop, and she didn't want Electro to think she'd suddenly changed her mind or something.
"And we'll need fortune cookies, too. Of course."
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But at least they were strangers.
He pointed, as they neared the end of the block. "That's it over there. Purple awning."
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She too was glad they were all strangers.
After giving him another teasing smirk, she dropped his arm and sprinted ahead for the restaurant, ducking inside and bounding up to the counter to place their order, probably before Max would realize what the hell she was doing.
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Meeting her at the counter, he caught his breath and slapped her shoulder.
"You didn't order me vegetables, did you?"
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It would take a few minutes for the food to be prepared, so there wasn't much to do but stand around and wait for it. Bobbi kept a tight hold on his hand, silently finding it reassuring, even if it was slightly staticy. The static wasn't all that bad, really. It just took some getting used to.
"I ordered egg rolls, too. We'll eat our sorrows away. If Parker and Barton ever get back, they won't recognize us because we'll have exploded from all the Chinese food."
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Not that he cared about Barton. Barton, in fact, could go fuck himself for how little Electro cared. And Parker wouldn't get jealous, but he wasn't here anymore. No harm in pretending.
"You sure you ordered what I asked for?" He asked, jokingly.
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She looked slightly pensive, however. Thinking about Clint coming back, thinking about his reaction if he ever found out what she was doing, it was all a little depressing. And really, it wasn't an if, it was a when. She tried to set that out of her mind though. She'd just have to deal with it when the time came.
"He'll shoot you, you know. Or he'll try." She sighed, frowning as she bit her lip. "I feel like I should apologize in advance. And you know, give you a heads up. And ask you to not kill him. Please."
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His brow furrowed. "Whatever, I been shot at before. But if he shoots at me I'm gonna fry his ass, a guy's gotta defend himself." After a pause, though, he amended: "... Just to get that gay bow and arrow out of his hands. Killing's not my thing."
Part of him wondered, briefly, if he and Bobbi would still be... whatever, the way they were right now, if Barton were to come back.
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"Killing's not his thing either," she said softly, catching one of Electro's hands in hers, sliding her fingers between his absently. "Thank you though. I mean it."
Bobbi was silent for a few moments, just holding his hand and sitting quietly in his lap. She felt like she'd made things awkward again and undone everything that had happened since they'd kissed. Luckily for her, their order was just about up. The clerk was suddenly yelling at them, waving the bill for them to pay.
"You got it or am I picking up the tab?"
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He kissed her temple, shifting to get up. He slid his wallet out of his pocket, filled with bills -- illegally gotten, maybe, but money was money. "I got it."
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She hoped there would be a next time, in spite of everything. They'd had some heavy conversation, and there was a lot of other baggage and crap to deal with, but there was at least something between them. Even if it didn't last very long, Bobbi was enjoying herself and his company. Everything else be damned.
She waited for him to get the door though, sending him a sly, sideways smile. "So, Max. Does this count as our first date then?"
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He hesitated on the phrasing. "Go out." Then, a slight smirk. "I guess it is, huh? Not a bad one, all things considered. Sometimes things end up going horribly wrong when I go on dates."
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He clenched his jaw and shrugged, awkwardly.
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