[Peter makes sure to grab the bottle of hot sauce he promised Yelena before he leaves, taking a quick moment to make sure he leaves his window unlocked so he doesn't lock himself out again. (And avoid that super awkward conversation with his landlord while trying not to reveal himself as Spider-Man, good times.)
Once satisfied that he has everything and is ready to go, Peter closes the window behind him, pulls down his mask, and swings into the night, repeating the address Yelena gave him in his head so he doesn't forget it.
For the time it takes him to arrive, Peter lets himself enjoy being alone, just him, swinging into the open air. There really isn't any feeling in the world like it.
He arrives in fairly good time, landing on a fire escape before knocking at the window he thinks is Yelena's, holding up the bottle of hot sauce, as promised. Otherwise, this will be awkward for Yelena's neighbors, oops.]
[Peter almost starts when Yelena suddenly appears, but he manages to keep his cool, surprisingly. He grins and waves with the hand holding the hot sauce.] Hello! A present from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as promised.
[He sighs and his shoulders sink when she says that she heard him a mile away.] Yeah, that's definitely a work in progress. I think I have too much fun swinging and I let it get the better of me.
[He climbs in through the window, beaming under his mask.] You might have, once or twice. I still love hearing it though.
It does look really fun. I want to go, sometime. [It's like flying, or near as she'll get without some terrible science experiment gone wrong all over her, and hey, she'd rather not, thanks.]
Good, because I do not think I will stop yet. [She leads the way away from the window and further into her flat, leaving the hotsauce on the counter in the kitchen.] You want something to eat? A soda? Are we drinking? I don't know. What are we doing, Pyotr?
It's super fun and I will definitely take you swinging whenever you want! [Peter perks up at that. He loves swinging and he's always happy to show someone just how great swinging is. He thinks Yelena will have a good time with it. He hopes, anyway.] Just name the time and place and I will be there!
[Peter follows Yelena into the kitchen, removing his mask as he does.] Soda and a snack would be great, thanks! I guess we're making it up as we go?
Perfect. [She grins, her little thrill-seeker heart pleased to hear that ready agreement to her idea.
She nods with a soft hum as she grabs two sodas from the fridge, along with a fruit tray because no one said snacks can't also sometimes be healthy.] That sounds about right, I suppose.
[She pops the tab on her Coke and grabs a glass and a bottle of whisky from a shelf in the kitchen. If they're making it up as they go, she's having an actual drink.]
You want? [She offers, holding the bottle out to him. No judgement if he says no- whisky is hardly an "everyone's thing" sort of drink.]
[Peter grins, and he brightens when he sees the fruit she grabs in addition to the sodas for a snack. He loves any and all food, especially when he's hungry like he is now, ready to replenish his energy.] Can't go wrong with the tried and true classics, am I right?
[Peter watches as she grabs a whiskey from the kitchen. He's fine with just his soda, though part of him is curious. He's never had an alcoholic drink before.
He shakes his head when she offers, though he appreciates the offer all the same.] Thanks but I'm good. Maybe next time.
[He'd love to try a drink, but right now he's happy with just soda.]
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Once satisfied that he has everything and is ready to go, Peter closes the window behind him, pulls down his mask, and swings into the night, repeating the address Yelena gave him in his head so he doesn't forget it.
For the time it takes him to arrive, Peter lets himself enjoy being alone, just him, swinging into the open air. There really isn't any feeling in the world like it.
He arrives in fairly good time, landing on a fire escape before knocking at the window he thinks is Yelena's, holding up the bottle of hot sauce, as promised. Otherwise, this will be awkward for Yelena's neighbors, oops.]
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I could hear you from a mile away- you need to work on your stealth, Peter Parker.
[Criticisms aside, her eyes light up at the bottle he’s held out for offer and she opens the widow to let him in properly.]
Did I mention you are my favorite?
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[He sighs and his shoulders sink when she says that she heard him a mile away.] Yeah, that's definitely a work in progress. I think I have too much fun swinging and I let it get the better of me.
[He climbs in through the window, beaming under his mask.] You might have, once or twice. I still love hearing it though.
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Good, because I do not think I will stop yet. [She leads the way away from the window and further into her flat, leaving the hotsauce on the counter in the kitchen.] You want something to eat? A soda? Are we drinking? I don't know. What are we doing, Pyotr?
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[Peter follows Yelena into the kitchen, removing his mask as he does.] Soda and a snack would be great, thanks! I guess we're making it up as we go?
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She nods with a soft hum as she grabs two sodas from the fridge, along with a fruit tray because no one said snacks can't also sometimes be healthy.] That sounds about right, I suppose.
[She pops the tab on her Coke and grabs a glass and a bottle of whisky from a shelf in the kitchen. If they're making it up as they go, she's having an actual drink.]
You want? [She offers, holding the bottle out to him. No judgement if he says no- whisky is hardly an "everyone's thing" sort of drink.]
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[Peter watches as she grabs a whiskey from the kitchen. He's fine with just his soda, though part of him is curious. He's never had an alcoholic drink before.
He shakes his head when she offers, though he appreciates the offer all the same.] Thanks but I'm good. Maybe next time.
[He'd love to try a drink, but right now he's happy with just soda.]