Re: [Capital: Gwen & Flash]
"For me," she echoed, and she was totally pleased at the surprise she saw on his face. She wasn't very unpredictable, and she didn't manage to surprise him often. Maybe he had known the donor too well for her ever to really, really surprise him, but she'd managed this, and she was super pleased. "I'll wear it for you, and you can even tell me how badly I perform during my first excursion." She crinkled her nose at him. "I probably totally need to learn how to talk like someone who would swing around on webs. Webs which, for the record, I totally improved on from the original composition." She wasn't actually sure she needed artificial webs, but she reasoned that being prepared was always a good tactic to employ.
She laughed at his fist-pump, and the sound was less unsure and less strained. And, okay, it was totally awkward, but there were moments when she felt comfortable, and she kind of hoped that more time together would increase those moments to be the majority. She didn't make any connection between her escape from the League and whatever was going on with him, but she would have trouble with that correlation, even if she had the data points. But, she tugged on him, and he followed, and she tried to leave all those weird feelings in that crowded entryway.
"It smells like home," she admitted, and she didn't even try to determine if that was the donor's experience talking. She followed him as he paid for the drinks, and she took the plastic cup between both of her hands. He said she wasn't going to like it, and she chipped her chin with familiar defiance. He swigged, and she held the cup in both hands and brought it to her lips. She tipped it back, and she tipped it back (and she tipped it back), and she swallowed until it was all gone, not taking a breath or stopping to really let herself taste it too much. Once she was done, she raised her head super fast, and she pulled a face and held the cup out to him. "Oh my god, that was so disgusting." It was super disgusting, but her cheeks were red, and that stuff went right to her head. It felt nice. That surprised her, but in this moment, when she wasn't totally sure what to say to him, the fuzzy drink felt super nice.
She placed her hand on his stomach, over Reaper-gear, and she looked up at him. "We can totally save the world, right? And maybe we can figure ourselves out while we're doing it?" She looked hopeful. Stupidly hopeful in a way that the donor never quite managed (because she was bitter and jaded). "The vendor we're looking for is about five buildings back," she added, because she could totally focus on the matter at hand, even with flushed cheeks and her fingertips against his stomach.