[ If she's going to be getting herself stuck in space, she might as well try and entice it with a little fun. Besides, there's little harm in making friends while she's here, especially if the guy's a so-called pilot. That's the sort of guy you want on your side when you get yourself stuck in a pickle. And knowing Kate — well, she's bound to stumble into a lot of those. ]
Let's hope you can back up that confidence.
[ So far, so good, on that not-boring front. Just the opportunity to get out of this stuffy ship into the open space seems like too good a chance. She isn't one to keep still for too long.
Her smile is practically permanent as she follows him onto the large metal hand, snorting a laugh as soon as she's on there. ] Okay, but, really — this mecha stuff? Do you actually know how to work them?
I haven't flown one of them before, if that's what you mean. But I'm pretty sure I can figure it out in a sec.
[ and yeah, he can back up that confidence with plenty of competence in the flying department, so once the hand has lifted them to the cockpit and poe's clambered in, he takes a look around and sits in one of two chairs, already reaching for the controls.
As long as cinnamon roll Prompto is safe, all is well in the world. 🌟
I'm thinking of checking out some Royal Guard veterans. I feel like some older members have to have insider info on this kind of thing, in case it's happened in the past.
Have any pals you can hook me up with?
By hook me up, I don't mean ACTUAL hooking up. Obviously.
try to keep it that way, please. i think the only way we know it spreads so far is through bodily fluids, so unless you're into making out with plague victims? you should be fine.
i take it you haven't heard much on that front yet.
[ is she fishing for information in her own roundabout way? undoubtedly. ]
[ There's a quick pan of Peter's general surroundings - something that looks like a whole lot of nature: trees, a vast skyline, pretty colours, that kind of thing. It might be some part of Northern Canada, but there's something very decidedly un-Earth-y about the scenery too.
Either way, it's absolutely beautiful.
The camera briefly goes a little blurry before Peter flips the lens on himself to give a little wave. ]
So, uh. They definitely didn't have this kind of view back home.
[ Kate's done her fair share of traveling. Even before her impromptu visit to space or any absurd places she'd stumbled into with the Young Avengers, she had plenty of foreign locales to check off as vacation spots or tag-alongs on her dad's business trips.
But okay, it's been a long time since she's ventured more on the countryside, even longer since she's taken the time to stop and actually appreciate it.
And Peter's got that cute little sparkle in his eye, all pure and dazzled by the sight, it's hard not to be a little amused. ]
Aw, look at you, ya little hitchhiking tourist.
[ She teases, but it'd be nice to be out there, instead of her continued run-around in town, trying to get her agency thing going. Even as she walks, her focus is on the camera. ] Blowing your little city boy mind?
[ Peter laughs. ] Don't judge, okay? I never grew up with a whole lot of nature ... unless I took a really far drive up northern New York, and like. I honestly didn't have much of a reason to.
[ The city was its own kind of wilderness. ]
It's pretty awesome here though. [ He shrugs. ] I - uh. I kinda wish you were here too.
No judgement. Everybody's got their time. Sometimes it takes a little universe hopping to get those countryside legs working.
[ That additional comment distracts her for a moment though, long enough to make her stumble a step from not paying attention.
She absolutely plays it cool though, realigning the camera before finally locating a bench to settle onto for the time being. ]
Well, of course you do. You don't have a selfie stick, so how else are you gonna get those pristine shots of you with that luscious green background? That's a view anyone would slap onto their screensaver.
[ It takes Peter a couple days, after coming back home to Olympia, to give Kate a call. He's not exactly sure what to say that he hasn't already said a million times over to her once he'd managed to un-man-spider himself.
The point is: she stuck around. Throughout the whole really hairy, gross, nightmarish ordeal, she kept him him, and his gratitude for that is something he can't quite put into words.
He'll give it a go anyway, though.
Well, he'll try. ]
Hey, Kate. It's - uh. It's me. [ Oh, wait - ] Peter. [ Just to clarify. ] I just wanted to thank you - again, like, for the millionth time - for having my back out there.
[ It's not like she isn't already used to the routine of weird bizarro transformation sequences. She's even seen her own head planted on a war scene of hawks looking to kill her dead (yes, that's redundant, but so are a bunch of hawkeye-headed hawks), so she knows literal switcheroos aren't begging for a fun time.
But there were definitely moments where the uncertainty kicked in, where she thought maybe this was it and she'd be become that weird girl with the giant pet spider. So yes — she was pretty futzing worried that Peter might not turn back, that she wouldn't see the crinkle of his dorky smile again, or get some late night surprise visits with a bag of little donuts ready for her under his arm.
Hearing him again is nice. It's sweet, and maybe she's got her own stupid grin when he calls, but whatever. ]
Sorry? Peter? I'm having a blank. Was it ... Peter Palmer? [ As if she could hide her smile in her obvious voice. ] I told you, Mr. Palmer. You could always count on your friendly neighborhood Hawkeye.
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[ If she's going to be getting herself stuck in space, she might as well try and entice it with a little fun. Besides, there's little harm in making friends while she's here, especially if the guy's a so-called pilot. That's the sort of guy you want on your side when you get yourself stuck in a pickle. And knowing Kate — well, she's bound to stumble into a lot of those. ]
Let's hope you can back up that confidence.
[ So far, so good, on that not-boring front. Just the opportunity to get out of this stuffy ship into the open space seems like too good a chance. She isn't one to keep still for too long.
Her smile is practically permanent as she follows him onto the large metal hand, snorting a laugh as soon as she's on there. ] Okay, but, really — this mecha stuff? Do you actually know how to work them?
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[ and yeah, he can back up that confidence with plenty of competence in the flying department, so once the hand has lifted them to the cockpit and poe's clambered in, he takes a look around and sits in one of two chairs, already reaching for the controls.
most of it is pretty intuitive, really. ]
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What's shaking?
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wanna come along?
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You sure? I don't wanna thirdwheel you guys. Must be a long awaited reunion.
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you hear about the bomb?
on a scale from one to, like, verge of death
how sick are you feeling?
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I'm really itching to kick down some baddies right about now.
But otherwise - still healthy.
You surviving?
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i've been chasing down a few of them but no real leads yet...
anyway, i'm peachy keen! don't worry about me :)
do you have a plan, then?
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I'm thinking of checking out some Royal Guard veterans.
I feel like some older members have to have insider info on this kind of thing, in case it's happened in the past.
Have any pals you can hook me up with?
By hook me up, I don't mean ACTUAL hooking up. Obviously.
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Am I alive and kicking? Sure.
Am I calm and collected over the fact that we couldn't stop that bomb before it went off?
Not so much.
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I gotta find these guys somehow, Poe.
Do some digging.
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one: are you okay?
two: do you happen to be putting those super skills to work right now?
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But I'm definitely getting ready to go fulltime hero and knock some assholes out.
Or at least try to figure out what the futz is going on.
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i take it you haven't heard much on that front yet.
[ is she fishing for information in her own roundabout way? undoubtedly. ]
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Information's at a minimum at the moment.
Everyone's either a bit freaked or too suspicious to give up much.
[ She can't even annoy her way into it at this rate. ]
What's your status?
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Either way, it's absolutely beautiful.
The camera briefly goes a little blurry before Peter flips the lens on himself to give a little wave. ]
So, uh. They definitely didn't have this kind of view back home.
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But okay, it's been a long time since she's ventured more on the countryside, even longer since she's taken the time to stop and actually appreciate it.
And Peter's got that cute little sparkle in his eye, all pure and dazzled by the sight, it's hard not to be a little amused. ]
Aw, look at you, ya little hitchhiking tourist.
[ She teases, but it'd be nice to be out there, instead of her continued run-around in town, trying to get her agency thing going. Even as she walks, her focus is on the camera. ] Blowing your little city boy mind?
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[ The city was its own kind of wilderness. ]
It's pretty awesome here though. [ He shrugs. ] I - uh. I kinda wish you were here too.
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[ That additional comment distracts her for a moment though, long enough to make her stumble a step from not paying attention.
She absolutely plays it cool though, realigning the camera before finally locating a bench to settle onto for the time being. ]
Well, of course you do. You don't have a selfie stick, so how else are you gonna get those pristine shots of you with that luscious green background? That's a view anyone would slap onto their screensaver.
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audio; un: bill.nye ( some time post-creature event )
The point is: she stuck around. Throughout the whole really hairy, gross, nightmarish ordeal, she kept him him, and his gratitude for that is something he can't quite put into words.
He'll give it a go anyway, though.
Well, he'll try. ]
Hey, Kate. It's - uh. It's me. [ Oh, wait - ] Peter. [ Just to clarify. ] I just wanted to thank you - again, like, for the millionth time - for having my back out there.
I owe you big.
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But there were definitely moments where the uncertainty kicked in, where she thought maybe this was it and she'd be become that weird girl with the giant pet spider. So yes — she was pretty futzing worried that Peter might not turn back, that she wouldn't see the crinkle of his dorky smile again, or get some late night surprise visits with a bag of little donuts ready for her under his arm.
Hearing him again is nice. It's sweet, and maybe she's got her own stupid grin when he calls, but whatever. ]
Sorry? Peter? I'm having a blank. Was it ... Peter Palmer? [ As if she could hide her smile in her obvious voice. ] I told you, Mr. Palmer. You could always count on your friendly neighborhood Hawkeye.
pETER PALMER I CANT BELIEVE U ldfksj;g
He exhales with an oof. ]
Didn't know I was all that forgettable - especially after spending like, a week with a giant hairy spider monster. That cuts deep, Hawkeye.
HE ASKED FOR IT
HE DID NOT .....really