Mia Smoak & Peter Maximoff
"2040 for me," she admitted. It seemed like they came from different ends of the spectrum, but something they had in common nonetheless. Mia didn't like being out of time and place, though she could at least admit that Madison Valley was much nicer than Star City, nicer even than the Glades, because there wasn't any of that corruption that made everything dirty no matter how pretty it was.
She just sort of looked at him blankly for a moment. "Okay, full stop. Anyone tells you you're a plague carrier or a pestilence or a thing to be controlled? Punch them right in the dick." Mia leaned forward and braced her forearms on the table because she was dead serious that he shouldn't ever let anyone tell him any of those things.
"Fuck anyone who thinks you're not cool for who you are. Cause sure, you talk fast, but that's not anything that'll bother me. So. You need a drinking buddy or someone to shoot the shit with? You let me know." Mia grinned and held out her hand to shake on it.