John, Ava and Yelena are on the deck of Avengerz Tower. They are outside talking about - well, that didn't matter - they are talking about this now.
"Yeah," says John, reluctantly. "About six weeks ago."
"Six weeks!? Is that why he's been weird...er than usual?"
"No, yes, I don't know. I don't want to talk about this. Look, it happened, and it was not great, and here we are. I don't think he even remembers. He eyes went sort of - " John wiggles his fingers "- when he finished."
"Did you talk to him about it after?"
"Yeah, all he said was it was a 'crazy night' and then ran away from me. I'm pretty sure that means he doesn't want to talk to me about it. Or ever do it again. Which is fine by me."
"So are you gay now?" Ava asks.
"No."
"Bisexual then?"
"No. I'm straight."
"You just said you had sex with Bob."
"Yeah, and I don't think I need to adjust my sexual identity after ten minutes of mediocre love making."
"Love making," Ava snorts.
"Ten minutes," mocks Yelena.
"Mediocre?" says Bob.
"Hey...Bob, how long have you been there?"
"OK," Yelean says, taking charge - again. "You two should talk about this me and Ava will go inside now."
John and Bob both give her "don't leave me out here with him" looks but she ignores them and leaves with Ava.
They stand in silence for a mintue. And then a minute longer. Bob shuffles on his feet. John turns to look over the city.
"I'm sorry," John says. It seems the best place to start. "I shouldn't have. But we did, and it was not great. And now we're here. I miss being your friend, can we just go back to that?"
"It wasn't very good, was it?"
John, checking that the doors to the tower are closed and no one is lingering close enought to hear. "It was bad. It was just bad sex that we shouldn't have had. I didn't know what I was doing, you didn't know what you were doing, neither of us should have been trying to do anything."
"Oh, I know what to do. I just let you take the lead." Johns face does something at this revelation. "You seemed really keen, and I liked it when you kissed me up against the wall. And you seem to like it when I pushed you onto the bed. But then not so much for the rest of it?"
"How many men have you selpt with Bob?"
"Oh," Bob thinks for a moment. "You're probably the third straight guy I've had sex with." Johns face does something else while Bob is still thinking. "Fourth? Maybe?"
John wonders if he jumped of the tower if he would die if he hit the ground below. Instead he says the thing he actually has wanted to say for the past six weeks.
"Do you think we should try again?" John likes Bob, and he hates being bad at things.
Bob smiles, takes a step to press his side against Johns. "Depends," he shurgs, John can feel the movement. "How well can you take instruction?"
It's the fucking sexiest thing John has ever heard - and he'll examine that thought never. He turns to Bob. "Can I kiss you?"
Bob smiles and leans in.
The kiss is very good. John knows he's a very good kisser. He hopes to get very good at everything else.
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Non ha niente in comune con John Walk e non ha debiti nei suoi confronti, ma lo va comunque a trovare e ruba qualche gelatina alla frutta per lui. Le impila sul suo comodino, approfittando del sonno profondo in cui è caduto per dialogarci sommessamente, senza dover temere le risposte.
Gli parla della battaglia contro le bambole della Knox e di Gary, della missione sotto copertura con Maximilian e dellâimbarazzo condito da grasse risate, di quella sensazione speciale che prova quando esce di ronda con Iris ed Haze e che lei chiama "reminescenza del Girl Power", anche se delle Spice Girls conosce giusto due canzoni. Gli parla dell'allenamento con i Wolves e degli occhi di Pulce, della power shell che Black Justice le ha permesso di tocchicciare, della difficoltĂ provata nel restare seria di fronte ad "Oracle". Ma soprattutto gli parla della vergogna che prova nel sentirsi irrimediabilmente spaventata da una richiesta che lei stessa ha fatto, nel momento di paura piĂš acuta, proprio quando l'ebrezza degli alcolici stava scendendo. Ha ritrattato e perde tempo, novella Sheffield del South Side che dorme di fianco ad un P.I. invece che alla tata e che da giorni evita di guardarsi allo specchio con troppa attenzione.
Walk si gira nel sonno e lei si accorge di non aver davvero aperto bocca. Se ne sta immobile da circa un'ora a fissare uno sconosciuto che dorme, pensando ai cazzi propri. Si congratula con sĂŠ stessa per aver imboccato con cosĂŹ tanta nonchalanche l'autostrada per lo squilibrio mentale e se ne va, infilandosi in tasca una delle gelatine come ricompensapremio di consolazione.
