She shrugs.
"Nearest bar and go from there? Wait, what time is it?"
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"Do you remember every cool thing you've ever done? It gets kinda hard when you're, like, as awesome as me."
"Okay, I get it, calling in the ringer because you just can't handle it."
"OMG did you just try to finish a 'speak of the devil' line? Because I literally was not talking about you. I mean, I get it, it would've been really cool, like literally badass, but it's a big risk because now you're, like, really lame."
"☠️☠️☠️☠️, why am I even awake? Alright, mimosas it is. Pretty much any brunch place serves them. There's probably a bottomless mimosas somewhere around here. Then lunch and we move onto spritzers. Light and fruity, not too heavy, so we don't lose ourselves before tonight."
Her hair was frazzled, her clothes were a state and the sunglasses had left heart-shaped marks around her eyes where the rest of her face had gotten windburned.
And she was grinning.
"That was ☠️☠️☠️☠️ awesome! And I've flown with a ☠️☠️☠️☠️ jetpack before!"
"What's wrong with being us?" she grumped, prying herself free of the tangled mess with chicken bucket that she was.
"I got day-drunk with Spider-Man and got to swing around the city. There are at least a dozen Make-a-Wish kids trying to get that exact thing and I just did it."
"Listen, bucko, I know how to drink and I know how to waste a day and you're asking me to combine those two things? Like, OMG do you even know me? I'm gonna edge your buzz all day with expert precision."
"Spend enough time doing wetwork and you just kinda develop both. I mean, I blow things up, that's my power, not much to learn there, so I learned other things. Now, drink time! Hey Siri, where's the nearest bottomless mimosas?"
"WOOO! I have a feeling you're gonna be, like, the wildest kinda drunk. Or, like, really miserable. If you start crying messy-style I'm leaving you in a gutter somewhere, deal?"
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"Yeah. Deal."
"So I'm leaving myself in your hands. Where are we drinking?"
"Ten AM."
"Why did I give you my web shooters?"
Mortimer was trying to get into the chicken bucket, when Peter sat up and picked the tiny trouble maker and glared at him.
"Don't grow up to be like us. There's still hope for you."
“Remember when you put bombs inside that frost giant?”
“Privet.”
“It made you throw up like an idiot, anyways I need you to put bombs in Sentinel.”
["Great. Just great. An all day bender on a Monday that starts with Brunch."]
"Okay - sounds like you have a real, actual gameplan."
"You are as frightening as you are horrifyingly efficient."
He shrugged, throwing on a light jacket for the spring weather and his wallet.
𝔸 𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤!
A long, tragic, exasperated sigh.
"Yeah, we're going drinking."
