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It's a Date [Closed]

Tony peered out at the passing Bleed, watching the swirling colors slide past. He felt a bit nervous for some reason - the idea of this being an "official" date was odd, but he was the one who proposed it. Huh. He hoped things would work out well (and so far, between him and Kate, things had been fantastic). It was nice to have someone grounding, someone there who he could just talk or cuddle with. It gave him something real to hold onto.

He grinned to himself and nervously tried to tame his unruly hair again. Nope. Not happening. He sighed and turned towards the door, laughing at himself. Kate liked his hair unruly. It was part of who he was.

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Kate was so glad for the recent mission. She was able to pick up some much missed items. Like makeup, things for her hair. There was also the lightest hint (she wanted to be careful in case of extra sensitive nose) of lilacs as she walked through the door to the deck, smiling.

"Hey."

Tony looked at Kate and didn't even try to suppress his smile. He reached out a hand towards her, grinning, "Kate... you look amazing."

He sniffed the air, "...and are you wearing perfume? Where'd you get perfume?"

Not that he minded in the least.

"Thanks. So do you. Some shopping on the last mission," Kate smiled softly as she took his hand. "Not too much for you is it?"

"No! No, it's fine. My nose ain't that good in homid," he laughed. He gave her hand a soft squeeze, "Well, unfortunately, there's not a whole lotta places to go on th' ship. But we could just go cause trouble in the sensoriums."

Her eyebrows quirked upward in interest at that, "And just what kind of trouble did you have in mind?"

"I don't plan that far ahead, y'know," he replied, "But, uh, candle-lit dinner?"

He isn't the best at this romance stuff.

"Sounds sweet for starters. Traditional." It's a date-date so to be expected.

Kate then said, "We've not really practiced or sparred much yet have we? Should do that too sometime."

Plays laughed and raised a brow, "Oh, you wanna see how we match up, huh? Well, I'm OK with that, long as I don't get an arrow in my butt."

She laughed at that, "You won't get an arrow in the butt. Was thinking more hand to hand, and yeah, we're dating and working together."

Kate then asked, "Sorry, kind of weird date conversation right?"

Tony grinned impishly, "Oh, hell no. I like it. If you can kick my ass, then that means I don't have t'worry quite as much when the shit hits the fan."

He winked, "'sides, I like bein' able to talk shop with my girlfriend."

She smirked, "You don't have to worry, and I probably could kick your ass." She knew she didn't have a shot in his other form, but figured she could be a challenge for him when he's like this.

"Most of yours is hand to hand anyway, right? Any martial arts?"

Plays shook his head and slipped his hands into his pockets, "Nope. I'm a brawler. Nothing fancy. Just hurt the other guy enough until he can't get up anymore."

"So strong. But are you quick?" She slipped around him, pivoting on her heel to do a brief quick poke to his side, and a kiss to his nose.

Plays blinked, caught off guard for a moment. He responded by snagging Kate around the waist and tugging her against him, "Quick enough."

Kate laughed, and squirmed against him, "Ok, ok! You got lucky."

Tony mock-growled and gave her a tight hug, "Lucky, huh? I'll show you lucky."

She laughed more, but her cheeks were turning pink when he growled. She turned her head to give him a proper kiss.

Kate then said, "So about that dinner idea. NY or LA?"

Tony returned the kiss with a soft, content sigh and then tilted his head back, considering the question. He was also thinking about how this felt pretty damn good right now. Especially with the Nightmare King looming in the background, just getting away to spend time with Kate meant a lot to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder, "How about New York? I don't think you've shown me it yet."

Gentle nuzzle back as she lingered close to him.

"Ok, I know some good places." She stepped back, but only so she could give a small tug to beckon him towards the Sensoriums.

"Sounds good..." He followed eagerly enough, content to walk with her. "Although I ended up seeing it in a dream a few nights ago... It was kinda weird."

She turned to him with surprise, "What kind of dream? Been harder to sleep lately with all this nightmare business going on."

Tony shrugged, frowning, "It was kinda weird. I started out in Los Angeles and then this cat showed up... She's parta the crew. Rhiow. And we move back to her dreamscape or something and that's in New York. Lemme tell you, it was surreal."

"A cat? Like a regular cat or shapeshifts or...?" She hadn't come across her just yet, and was curious.

"Nice to have more New Yorkers around," she couldn't help adding as they walked into the Sensoriums, their steps now along Fifth Avenue. Traffic of both pedestrian and auto whipping past them in amidst the towering skyscrapers and older buildings of the city.

"...looks like a regular cat, but it can get all big and scary. 'Least it can in the dream." He shrugged as they made their way into the simulation of a city that was now probably gone. He glanced up, remembering some of this from his dream.

"Not sure if she can turn human or not."

Thinking of her own recent dreams, she just nodded, "Dreams can be pretty scary like that. Especially now." Kate glanced away and fidgeted with her hands before taking a deep breath.

"Baxter Building and Stark Tower are down that way. My dad's office, Bishop Publishing, that's further downtown too. Central Park's that way, including where the Avengers mansion is. Or what's left of it." Since all of her memories would mainly know of it since the destruction and abandonment.

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