It's a Date [Closed]

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

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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?"

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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

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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."

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"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.

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"...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."

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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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"Nightmare King... Ugh." He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing. "I wish it was something I could actually fight, you know? This whole... not being able to sleep thing sucks."

He smiled at her, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze, "...New York I was in didn't have those, but hey. Interesting stuff. What happened to the Avengers, anyway?"

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"I know, but like a lot of bad guys, he's a coward. Just hiding out somewhere where we can't get to him."

Kate then leaned against him, as she added, "Uh, well, it's a long story. But in the short version? One of its members had a breakdown, there was also a battle at the time, and people died because of it. Including Cassie's father. The team disbanded after that for some time, then there was the Registration Act, the war, Cap's death, and everything's different now. This is what we inherited in a way."

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He glanced down at her, voice thoughtful, "Guess even superheros have problems with politics, huh? Hell, why am I even askin' that? Garou society is fulla politics. Hate that crap..."

He laughed softly, shaking his head, "Still... seems a bit pointless now. Doesn't really matter on th' ship, anyway."

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"Apparently, or we were just that unlucky. It's not like when the older heroes were starting out. We're picking up the pieces of their mess."

Kate then nodded, "Or were, yeah. All that's gone now."

She sighed, "Sorry, some date huh?" Way to bring the mood down.

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Plays laughed and turned to her, smiling, "It's all good. We just gotta learn to live with this... I mean, back home we did that all th' time. We didn't have a lot. It's... uh... sorta the same."

He frowned, scratching at his chin, "...just gotta keep on keepin' on and be glad you've got whatcha got."

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She nodded, and smiled back, "One way to put it." She nuzzled him, and then asked, "Come on, let's get some dinner." She lead him to an upscale American fusion restaurant.

"I used to stop by here on occasion."

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Tony eyed the restaurant, "Huh. Never seen one of these before... But, hey might as well try something new, right?"

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"They don't have fusion places in LA? Or just not like this?" She said as they walked in.

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"Oh, they do. I've just never been to one." Plays nodded, giving the restaurant a glance. "Probably had th' food before though."

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"You mean somebody ordered some for you... or." She thought about it, and then realized with a pang. "You mean scrounging?"

She then drew closer to kiss his cheek, "Not this time."

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Tony laughed, "Y'don't have to make it sound so bad..." He leaned over to give her a hug.

"Really, you can find a lotta useful stuff in the trash. People throw perfectly good stuff out."

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"I... I was just thinking of the people I used to help at the shelters, felt like we were giving them their first real meal in a week or two. I just wish situations like that didn't have to happen, you know? That's there's always enough for everyone. And yeah, I know, I've seen how wasteful even some of my classmates in school were."

A host then came over, "Ms. Bishop, how nice to see you again. Your table's right this way."

Kate looked briefly uncomfortable, partly because she knew it was just her memories, also partly the recognition she often received because of her family's money. She never liked it.

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He shrugged, "Life isn't fair and that sucks, but all you can do is try to make it better for people, you know? Doesn't help when the people in power don't seem to give a shit, but y'can't really do anything about that. I mean, hell, my tribe tries to help people who can't help themselves. S'parta what we do."

He glanced at the host curiously, then back at Kate, "...nice."

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"Some of them do care."

They were seated at a table, and given menus.

Kate then explained, "I guess because of my memories. Um. The Bishop name's pretty well known. It's only because of my dad though, and all his money." It's a little like going out with the daughter of one of Rupert Murdoch's rivals.

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Plays glanced over his menu. Steak. He felt like having steak. True, it would just be slop, but his brain would think it was a nice, rare, juicy steak. He glanced up, "Your dad's got money, huh? What's he do?"