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‘ I ------- I CAN EXPLAIN. ‘ he definitely can’t explain.

‘  WELL I DO!  ‘  HIS face is serious but he gives her the double thumbs up ——– and the double thumbs up means business. they’re standing in a copse of trees, birds singing and insects buzzing and fresh air and if he were alone, he might start singing. the hills are alive … with the sound of music … but for now that’s too embarrassing even for him, and instead he’s standing about five feet away from patch, arms outstretched. ‘ i know you won’t hurt me. just like – make a tree high five me or something. i feel like the more you practice, the more confident you’ll be! i know that’s what helped me, anyway. ‘ 

HER LIPS ARE THE brush of a butterfly’s wings across his skin. as his eyes flutter open the world still exists in the soft haze of grudging wakefulness, in limbo between dream and reality, all soft edges and creeping sunlight. she is an angel with a halo behind her. framed with dark hair and painted with a bright morning smile, she leans over him, waking him in her gentle way. his own smile comes like a reflex. an immediate reaction to seeing her, to being near her, to feeling her radiate her warmth out to him.stretching, he groans, all a ploy to free his arms so that he can wrap them around her. pull her closer to his chest, feel her heart beating against his own. she laughs quietly and he does the same, his own lips now finding her skin – cheeks, eyelids, nose. they could speak but there’s no need. good morning, he thinks, and it’s always a good morning if they’re together.so he simply pulls the covers back over them, arms still closed around her. they’re not getting up. not just yet. 

‘ YOU WANT SOME HELP with that? i’m pretty uh --- handy with technology. ‘ he cringes at himself. handy? really? tony stark has robots at his disposal. he doesn’t need scott lang to help him. 

‘ LOVE SHACK BAAA -- BYYYYY -- !! LOVE shack baby! ‘ he’s singing at the top of his lungs, the whole bar laughing and singing with him, and they even applaud when he finished. a deep bow, and then he’s at the bar, ordering a whiskey with a cheeky smile playing across his lips. ‘ autographs are later. ‘ he speaks to the woman beside him, knocking back the drink in his hand, pretending that he definitely hasn’t spilled any down his chin. 

‘ ENGLISH  ---- ! ‘ HIS FACE CRUMPLES with concentration, trying to think back to high school, trying to remember something relevant that will help her with her homework. ‘ okay, peanut ------ i’m gonna be honest here, i was never good at much besides math. ‘ 

‘ SUCH A PESSIMIST, KENNY. ‘ his voice is quiet. she can read his lips anyway, and better to be safe than sorry – especially in an old, creepy house like this one. while he’s not necessarily concerned with ghosts, there is an undeniable spook factor, something that grows and shifts with each step on a creaky floorboard. ‘ we’re gonna be fine. ‘ he grins at her – tries to disperse some of the tension riding high on both their shoulders. ‘ and if you get too scared, feel free to use me as a human shield. i ain’t afraid of no ghost —- !! ‘