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i was only kidding when i said good riddance

WHO: ELECTRO and MOCKINGBIRD
WHERE: Electro's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: Following this.
WARNINGS: Banter, makeouts, some sex.
SUMMARY: PARKER IS GONE AND ELECTRO IS SAD. Mockingbird to the rescue.
FORMAT: Para.

The apartment was dark; Electro had no need for the City's regular electricity, usually he powered his place on his own (cheap and easy) but tonight he didn't feel the energy at all. So he sat in the dark, staring at his dead TV, holding an unopened beer bottle in hand. Shit, what was he even supposed to do? Parker was his best friend, his... it didn't even matter what they were or what weren't beyond that. They were best friends, and Electro hadn't ever had any real ones. Why was it that now that things had been kind of going okay for him -- he didn't just have one girlfriend, he had one and a half... maybe. What did Bobbi think of their kiss, he wondered? -- the person he was closest to had to leave.

Maybe for good. Who could know? This place had no rhyme or reason to the pattern of who left forever vs. who left for a week. It wasn't fair.

He bit his lower lip, glaring through the darkness.

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He stopped chewing, frowning into the carton for a moment before he answered. He wasn't sure, at first, how to even contemplate answering it. "Well," he said finally, chewing a piece of meat slowly. "She thinks she's my daughter. Thinks she is, but--"

He shook his head.

She nodded, picking at her egg roll. That must have been how Natasha and Steve felt about James reaching out to them. It couldn't be an easy feeling. "Gotcha. There's a kid here, says I got a son in his world. It's the craziest thing, you know. Dunno what I'd do if he showed up."

She paused, taking a big bite, then shrugged. "You're handling it well though, it seems."

"Maybe. I don't really want to deal with it. Tried to, but it's not my-- I'm not cut out to be a dad. I'm not ready to," he said, a bitter tone to his voice. The Aftershock back home hadn't been his kid -- why couldn't it be the same way here?

"Why should I have responsibility to a kid whose mother I ain't even ever met?"

"I guess you don't," she answered, though there was something of disappointment tinting her voice. It wasn't directed at him, it was more on their situation. Just another way this world was screwing everyone over. "It's not really fair to ask that of you. But it's gotta be rough on her. She didn't ask for any of this either."

Electro set his jaw, frowning into his food again. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do. Sure, I don't wanna be that dad who just up and leaves his family without..." He paused, licking his upper lip. "But I never had a family to begin with, you know? It shouldn't count."

Bobbi nodded, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. Bringing this up had been a bad idea, she realized this now. She had her own abandonment issues from when her father had walked out on the family, and it wasn't something she wanted to talk about ever. There had to be a way to segue into something more pleasant.

"Am I just the worst at distracting you from how shitty this place is or what! Jeez, listen to me!" She smiled, hoping she looked charming. She was trying to be charming anyway. "Obviously I just need to learn to keep my big mouth shut."

"Oh, no -- it's not your fault--" Electro said quickly, putting his food down and gesturing quickly with a hand. "It's just, you know, it's complicated, and I don't--"

He stopped talking, in the event he'd keep going and put his foot in his mouth again. Now wasn't the time to get depressing, right? "We can talk about something else," he said after a pause, leaning closer to her and slipping his arm around her waist.

She nodded again, expression softening even more as she set the food on the coffee table and scooted in close to him and settled against him. "That's a good idea. What should we talk about? Hm... I'll start. I've had a good time tonight, if you ignore all the stupid crap I've been saying every five minutes."

"Really?" Electro smiled, despite himself. He tried to relax his expression. "I... me too, I had a good time. Too."

He slid his hand against hers, holding it. "Anyway, it's nice not being the one saying stupid crap, so you don't got to feel sorry for it or anything."

"If you say so," Bobbi chuckled softly as she tugged his arm around her shoulders. If he was paying any attention at all, he'd probably notice that she was blushing just a bit. She was trying to relax herself, but it was difficult with her mind and hormones suddenly running wild. "I'm glad I came over. I mean, this isn't so bad, right? I mean, you like this too, don't you?"

"No, it's not bad," he said quickly. His fingers buzzed against hers at that, small sparks crackling like fireworks. He leaned closer to her again, cupping his chin with his other hand.

"I like it a lot."

"Right. So we both like it, and we're both in agreement that it's good, and we both want to, so..." She couldn't finish that sentence. She was too busy attacking his mouth with hers, kissing and nipping at him fiercely, finger curling as he sent little sparks into her hand.

Electro couldn't respond before she was kissing him, so he responded with slipping one hand to her waist, continuing with the sparks. He gasped as much as a "Yeah," against her mouth, breathy and quiet.

Bobbi's heart was beating like a drum and she couldn't stop herself from gasping softly between kisses. She wriggled against him, pressing her body against his, somehow managing to pull off her jacket in the midst of it all. Kissing him again, she found his hand and guided it along her waist and to the small of her back.

He allowed his hand to be moved, stroking his fingers along the curve of her spine beneath her shirt. He lay himself back against the couch, tugging her shirt sleeves to pull her with him.

She followed him down and settled on top of him, sitting up enough so that she could start fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. She got a few of them undone before she moved on, pushing at his shirt randomly, running her fingers along his stomach. As it was, she was shivering and jumping at every spark that licked her skin.

His back arched slightly as he tried to slip his shirt off one-handed, the other still cupping her back. He slid it down, rubbing it against her curves. He propped himself up slightly on one elbow, kissing whatever parts of her face he could reach.

Bobbi kissed him back eagerly, tugging at her shirt and tossing it uselessly to the floor. Every movement had a frantic, hurried quality to it, like if she hesitated for a moment the rational part of her mind would spring to life and she'd get cold feet. But then again, how could she get cold feet when everything felt so good? She didn't want to think about it. Instead she focused on how pleasant his hands felt on her body. Absently, she let out a heavy sigh and bit playfully at his throat, murmuring some sort of encouraging plea to him.

Panting, he stroked his hand up her back again, leaning up to kiss her neck. Nervously he bit the corner of his lip, but used his free hand to roam, touching down her stomach, her thighs. He lifted his hips again, breath quick and warm.

It was easy to fall into some sort of rhythm of rocking their hips together. Bobbi had to admit she felt kind of like a teenager again, the way they were making out on the sofa and almost cautiously exploring each others bodies. The rush felt good though, it had been too long since she felt this kind of need and excitement. Before she could stop herself, she was unfastening her belt, pawing at Electro's a moment later.

Exhaling heavily, Electro shifted his hips to help the process, cheeks reddening even beneath the painted skin of his tattoo. "God," he murmured, meaning it in the best way possible. He slid his hand further up her thigh as he had earlier in the day, mildly hesitant to get too daring.

He wondered if she was going to ask him again, if she could shut down his powers. If she didn't, he wasn't sure if he was going to remind her.

Her thoughts had already strayed from the power situation, her mind was singularly focused on getting them both undressed and on whether or not she was really and truly going to go through with this. Her mind was mostly made up, after all, she was half naked and draped on top of him, biting and sucking on his neck like she was going to give him a hickey.

Still, Bobbi couldn't help but feel like some sort of clarification was necessary, like it needed to be said flat out. She caught his gaze again, exhaling with a nervous laugh, blushing in spite of herself. "Do you, uh. You got a condom? Right?"

He raised his eyebrows, but nodded quickly, groping blindly for his wallet that was on the table. He'd started keeping a couple in there just in case, since he had started dating the Pro, because well--

He felt a mild pang of guilt in his chest, clenching at that thought. He wrestled the wallet open and pulled a condom out to distract himself, trying to convince himself that this was fine. He tore it open with his teeth, putting one hand on her chest while the other tried to work its way down his pants.

She watched him, trying to keep her breathing steady and her heart from exploding in her chest. She could swear it was beating a mile a minute and not doing anything to calm her down. It was such a stupid thing to get all worked up and anxious about. It was just sex. They were just two consenting adults having fun in a private residence. It wasn't anything to be nervous about. But Bobbi was nervous, and it probably showed on her face as she scooted away from him and finished pulling her pants off. A moment later she was busy trying to unhook her bra.

He kicked his pants to the floor, breathing hard and cupping the small of her back. "Okay," he said, biting the corner of his lip again, "it's uh, it's on." Electro was also nervous, feeling his pulse in his temples and wrists in addition to his pounding heartbeat. It was like having an affair. Any moment it felt like someone was going to walk in and catch them in the act.

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