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[She'd be self-conscious herself, so she's as empathetic as possible, her capabilities for this having grown over the last couple of months for certain. It's still different and her eyes widen a bit at the spider clarification. There's no hesitation when her hand shifts to rest on his thigh in a comforting gesture, giving it a squeeze, but it's obvious that she's chewing on something deeper.]

Do they make special, multi-eyed sunglasses? [Her other hand takes the offered bottle with a thoughtful expression that's slowly being eclipsed by amusement.]

I have other places I can be, but I'm happy to be here. [He receives a pointed look before she takes a decent pull from the bottle, passing it back afterwards.] Plus, I'm far better company than 'nowhere'.

Don't think I wanna know, if I'm honest. [It's a lot to deal with, finally knowing what he's going to be - eventually. It's still nerve wracking not knowing when the worst of it is going to come, though.

He manages a little smile when she says she's happy to be there, though. It's nice to have the company - the company of someone who isn't in his head, at least. He loves Steve and Tony but once in a while he needs his space from them. He takes the bottle back and takes a swig from it.] You're better company than a lot of folks around here. Glad you could find the time in your busy schedule to come hang out.

Then I'll keep it to myself when I find out answers. [But she's still going to prepare for them and she's already adding a few items in particular to her shopping or crafting lists. It can't be easy, particularly since spiders aren't exactly warm and cuddly. At least she's something mammalian in nature.]

I know. [Her own smile lingers, warm and relaxed even through the growing smirk she's trying (poorly) to subdue. Absently, she finds herself leaning in to him, nudging her cheek against his shoulder before settling it there.] Joke's on you, that busy schedule of pampering and feeding myself now falls on your shoulders. Nothing like sleeping awkwardly on a ship after a battle to collect additional aches and pains.

[He snorts, but he's all too willing to drop the topic. His own mutations are not a fun topic of conversation right now, especially since he's seen a few more arachne citizens around since he first got here.

She scoots in first, leaning against him, a solid warmth that he appreciates in the cooling weather. He slips his arm around her before it becomes a conscious thought, settling there easily.

He laughs.] You're tellin' me. I'm getting too old for stowing away and sleeping rough. Hopefully you'll settle for drinking right now since I'm not sure what food places are open nearby.

[There's a soft hum of happiness when he wraps his arm around her, almost sounding like the breath of a purr. She's missed this sort of touch, and it's much welcomed after the time she spent in the other city.

With a side glance his direction, her grin widens and adopts an air of mischief to it. Absently, she gives his thigh a squeeze, but as she speaks her fingers trail a bit higher.]

Who said I was hungry for food?

[Her eyebrow lifts in playful challenge, her hand halting at a relatively respectable distance from the hinge of his hip. While she's opening the door to something more, she's also happy to enjoy his company by other means.]

[If he's honest, he has too. It's been a while, since everything happened with Natasha, and he's spent a lot of time recently up in space, alone except for his partner Daisy, who is definitely not a romantic prospect.

He tugs her just a little closer against his side, settling comfortably, smiling down with a hint of curiosity in his eyes as her expression changes, and her hand shifts up his thigh.]

Well, if you weren't, then I guess we don't gotta go anywhere. That's convenient. [He's teasing, because he can see where this is going, and he's trying to play it cool. Not let on that it's been... honestly decades since he's actually tried to strike something up with someone new.]

[Her fingers continue to trail locally along the settling point of her hand, enjoying the heat of him against her, mind wandering to other ways he could help keep her warm. There's no effort to hide the essence of those thoughts from her gaze as she shifts her jaw to rub along his shoulder before situating herself for prime close proximity observation. How very cat of her.]

And preferred. It's getting chilly and you're quite toasty. [Her voice is low and rumbles, the purr sneaking through into her voice now. It's clear that there's not a rush to her movements, for her own reasons, and she's just content to enjoy spending time with him where they're not throwing bodies into dumpsters and crawling in sewers.] Warmth has been difficult to find lately.

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