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“Up to you.

He told me things he should of probably kept to himself. Like in his head. I’m not running to give you the benefit  of the doubt, and I respect woman, unlike Stark. Milkshake  is good. Didn’t say that, just didn’t expect it.”

❝  Your lead, I’ll follow. ❜

             Gestures her head to her motorcycle’s direction,              as she pats him lightly on his shoulder. He takes              things so seriously.

❝  Hey, no need to get worked up all over Tony’s ways, I know;      I was just messing with you because you need that break.

    Thought you’re banning drinks besides from shawarmas too;      you’re not and that’s lucky for me, isn’t it ?

“That’s fine, I’m quite used to it. Very. And I thought you were asking me too. Otherwise I’ll just swing you there. 

Yeah I know who you are, I remember the airport  and New York. Wonder why you’re here.” 

❝  I still am.     So, my ride or yours ?

“I haven’t been up here that long I will take a break.”

Peter then raised a brow and shook his head.   “I usually get bacon sandwiches from a local cafe.  I hate shawarmas. Since I didn’t tell you who I was  Under this mask, unless you rudely did your spy shit  and weren’t respectful, I will be keeping the suit on   for the eating of food.”

         She stifles a laugh, gazing away before returning          the eye contact; make sure he doesn’t take it the          wrong way. Just because she’s an agent doesn’t          mean she does it all the time, she has a leave at          the moment. And so, she notes that the adoration          for the idol is at a point.   

 ❝  I don’t mind, but I do hope you don’t mind people flocking around you;      you’re not exactly ‘ subtle ’ since you’re everywhere,      and I take it you’re going with me ?