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I see you wishing on your star and wishes cannot lie [Closed]
Who: Jessica Drew and Clint Barton, professional superheroes
Where: A restaurant, close to Alpha Tower
When: March 11, the night of the kidnappings
What: Shit's going down. The senior members of Alpha Force are unaware and hungry.
Warnings: Dumbasses. Awkward romance. Awkwardness in general.
For the record, they have been doing their job. They've been out for hours, patrolling and looking for anything that'll point to where fake-Dynamo is hiding out. They've run into a few cyborgs, sure, but they obviously couldn't tell them anything useful, and once taken down, there's nothing on them to point to where they came from. Maybe the CONDOR retrieval teams they called in to pick up the pieces will have better luck. They stopped a break-in at an electronics store, because Clint insisted on it - the way Jess looks at it, they have bigger problems to deal with, but at a certain point it's not worth arguing with him.
But at a certain point, even superheroes need to eat, and even if things are weirder than normal for LA... there is nothing earth-shattering going on. The world can spare them for an hour or two.
A quick change into civilian clothes later, and they found their way to a restaurant near the Tower - there's only so much takeout a person can handle in a month.
"Do you have a free table near a wall?" Jess asks as the waiter leads them into the restaurant. "Maybe in a corner?"
So she likes to watch the doors. Paranoia serves you well when you've pissed off crazy terrorist organizations the way she has.
Where: A restaurant, close to Alpha Tower
When: March 11, the night of the kidnappings
What: Shit's going down. The senior members of Alpha Force are unaware and hungry.
Warnings: Dumbasses. Awkward romance. Awkwardness in general.
For the record, they have been doing their job. They've been out for hours, patrolling and looking for anything that'll point to where fake-Dynamo is hiding out. They've run into a few cyborgs, sure, but they obviously couldn't tell them anything useful, and once taken down, there's nothing on them to point to where they came from. Maybe the CONDOR retrieval teams they called in to pick up the pieces will have better luck. They stopped a break-in at an electronics store, because Clint insisted on it - the way Jess looks at it, they have bigger problems to deal with, but at a certain point it's not worth arguing with him.
But at a certain point, even superheroes need to eat, and even if things are weirder than normal for LA... there is nothing earth-shattering going on. The world can spare them for an hour or two.
A quick change into civilian clothes later, and they found their way to a restaurant near the Tower - there's only so much takeout a person can handle in a month.
"Do you have a free table near a wall?" Jess asks as the waiter leads them into the restaurant. "Maybe in a corner?"
So she likes to watch the doors. Paranoia serves you well when you've pissed off crazy terrorist organizations the way she has.
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The waiter doesn't look particularly pleased at being told where to seat these two clearly paranoid weirdos, but he obliges, letting Clint drag the table over a couple feet to give them the best defensible position.
Clint also takes the time to drag both chairs over before Jess can help, making a point to hold hers out for her.
"So, best seat in the house for a couple'a spooks like us, right?"
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