🩰 - she had initially grabbed two hot chocolates - one for herself, of course and another for yelena. not that they younger assassin had asked for it, just that she wanted to show some kindness. instead as she turned, she was faced with none other than peter parker. “parker,” she greeted, quickly and in a smooth motion, she offered the second cup to him. “i was just coming to seek you out.” she lied, though none would be the wiser. “wanted to ask you a couple of questions involving the ship and your natural know-how. care to walk with me?” she raised a brow and nodded her head towards the mass of fir trees. “did you volunteer?”

⚔️ - daemon’s brows arched up at the accusation and he slowly turned towards the fellow battle-hardened other. he hadn’t quite understood the need to consistently wear one’s helmet but he supposed it had to do with tradition or religion. neither he cared much for, but he respected it for others. “humanity? yes, well without the dredges we’d be worth nothing - so unfortunately we need them.” he commented, crossing his arms with a shrug as he hummed thoughtfully. “unless you mean something else? either way, hierarchy in life - the common masses and the individuals. life tends to separate itself when it comes down to it.” he turned to face din, “why bring it up?”

🦅 - “i believe this one belongs to you,” steve chuckled as he held grogu up - who, for the record, was still clinging to a 20 lb weight. “i’m sure you’ve probably been pretty worried, but i kept him safe and watched as he basically surpassed me. he’s got a grip on him.” gently, steve took the weight back and handed the child over to din. “he’s cute, likes to babble. only sort of wish i could understand him.” he added, gesturing towards grogu and then looking up towards din’s helmet. “if you ever need a break, i don’t mind watching him - i think he likes it down here.”

🪲 - she watched him with curiosity as he seemed to be having a war with his latte. or a strange staring contest or... actually she wasn’t entirely sure. pulling the muffin she’d bought with her tea from her mouth she chewed and stepped up to him. “is it going to attack you?” she asked, leaning forward to look at it with an exaggerated caution before looking up and eying him. “should we murder it?” she asked again, stepping back and taking another bite of her muffin, widening her eyes with innocence at him. “i’ve fought mummies, i can fight a coffee.”

“  what’ll it be  ?  oh,   can i guess  ?  ”    her smile comes warm,   friendly.   mary jane drums her fingers against the coffee bar.    “   need a hint first,   though.  ”

🪐 - “uh...” she paused and jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, “want me to walk out and walk back in and pretend i didn’t?” she asked, only mildly sarcastically as she stared at the helmet. “seriously though, you’re the one who doesn’t know anything about anyone from the same world as me, right?” she asked, deciding to cut the charade and to step further into the room, her hand on her hip. “and he... is adorable, but if i see him getting into my equipment again - i’m gonna have to ask you to stop bringing him with you down here... wait -” she gestured towards the entirety of the flight deck. “- is he in a costume for the halloween thing? is that why he’s making grabby hands at me? i don’t have any candy, kid. sorry.” she felt bad in that moment, looking between grogu and din, “i have a wrench?”

🦅 - steve, for the most part, had been minding his own business when he heard the familiar voice of peter parker chime in next to him. glancing up and over, he was surprised to realize that the statement the other had given was meant for him. admittedly, he’d been observing the hayride tractors coming in and out and wondering if he should go or not - but he guessed now he had no choice in the matter. “i’d say i’d like to see you stop me, but i know you’re pretty formidable.” he cracked a smile at him before pushing himself away from the wall he’d been leaning on. “you ever been on a hayride?”

here,   though,   the mood is light and warm,   easy enough   (  busy enough,   too  )   that she doesn’t have to think about anything other than peter accidentally stabbing himself with the pumpkin gutter.   she laughs as he pulls out a handful of seeds,   wet and gnarly.    “  okay,   you can do that part  —  i’ll decorate  !  ”    she hip checks him a little to the side,   looking through the stencils.    “  i’m kind of feeling jack skellington,   what do you think  ?  ”