capeandcowllogs | Take yourself out to the curb...

WHO: Raven

darkprophecies, Spider-Man (616)

bythreadalone
WHERE: A coffee house/bistro.
WHEN: An hour after their discussion via communicator.
WARNINGS: ~~The fangirls?~~ None.
SUMMARY: Raven takes Peter up on his offer of meeting him for coffee - many awkward feelings and discussions will most likely occur.
FORMAT: Quick para/Para

How was it that days that seemed so beautiful weather-wise ended up being so... shitty, for lack of a better term? There were no proper words to describe the chaos of the last week of Raven's life, and this only seemed to pile more atop of it. She wouldn't be one to complain about it, however. There were others with much worse weeks than an aching heart and confused emotions - she had to remember that.

She slowly stepped into the coffee shop, letting the aroma greet her before she glanced around. ... Mm, he wasn't here yet. That was a plus for her, as the butterflies in her stomach would have possibly urged her to teleport away and leave him sitting there, afraid to talk to him after the humiliation she was feeling. But he wanted to see her, for whatever reason.

Taking a table as far back as she could, she sat, and released a slow breath to ease her troubled mind. She had nothing to be nervous about, at least not this nervous. Despite it, the emotion was written all over her face as her eyes followed the few employees that strolled about.

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He was going to give her the benefit of the doubt and not be offended by how she put herself down and made him feel even more self-conscious about marrying Mary Jane all in the same breath.

"Des..." he chided, rolling his eyes. "You are really going to end up believing these things if you keep saying them over and over again. Stop it."

"I have only ever admitted to that once." she glanced up, slightly offended. "That should not have offended you regardless, I was speaking about Kory. And that is the case with the man I last had this problem with - he seemed quite fascinated with her, and at times I wonder if it was not because of her looks that drove him to that."

She shrugged slightly before looking up at him, "You were kind enough to give me reasons why I would be worth having - he did not give me such a luxury - rather brushed me off as misunderstanding what true love really was."

He looked out the window, scratching the back of his neck again. "I never said that I was offended, just that I knew you enough to say that you actually saying that out loud means you've been thinking about it more times than you've admitted it."

He waited a beat. Hopefully, he hadn't put his foot in his mouth.

"I didn't meant to come off like I sounded."

"It was the emotions you were giving off..." she spoke gently, "However they may have been my own emotions, I am still not used to determining what are mine and what are those of others." she held an apologetic look in her eyes.

"It is hard not to think that way - the other girls of the team back in my world are extremely lovely to say the least. I seem to be the odd one out? It doesn't do well for one's self esteem one would imagine."

She quickly shook her head, snapping herself out of the thought. "My apologies, I am being ridiculous - I shouldn't be bothering you with these trivial thing."

"You're doing it again," he scolded, thumbing the side of the now cooling cup in his hands. Putting the thing aside, he leaned forward just enough to give her the impression that he was being serious.

"And by "doing it again," I mean that you're putting yourself down. Which is, I guess, your prerogative if you feel that way, yeah." he leaned back, and looked out the window, casting an arm over the back of the booth. "But, come on --" Even though treading dangerous waters was his specialty, he hoped he didn't sound too sincere about what he was going to say next. "--Do you think I honestly care if you look like a supermodel or not?"

A laugh. "_{I mean, you do, you know;} but I'm more into the part of your body you think with than anything else. Being pretty is just a bonus."

She had, for most of what he was saying, kept her eyes cast down on the table. Usually when she spoke badly about herself, others either agreed or ignored her - he was actually defending her in a way, like he cared. She felt oddly overwhelmed by that.

However it was at his quieter words that she perked slightly, her eyes lifting to his as she blushed.
" But no, I suppose I do not think that you care about that --- only that most men seem to prefer the body to the brains."

Peter shrugged. "Most men are pigs. Or aren't worth it."

He reached for her hand, his coffee not forgotten. "You're better off thinking positive, Raven. Life's way, way too short to have as many hang-ups as superheroes have."

Edited 2009-03-28 23:21 (UTC)

She managed a soft but lovely smile, squeezing his hand gently as she nodded at his words. "T-thank you. I know you are right, it can just be hard at times. If my new powers were strange enough, I have to deal with the hormones and emotions this body presents to me."

She watched him for a long moment, her mind obviously turning something over.
"... I think we'll be okay, Peter."

He couldn't help but smile. It was -- even hearing it aloud felt an electric thrill up his spine.

He'd hate to have to break her heart.

Another squeeze of her hand.

"I think so too, Des," and yet, he couldn't help slide in one last joke. "Unless you've got an evil step-sister plotting your downfall that I should know about," a beat, and then. "Or a crazy ex-boyfriend. Or father. Or family member. I've got really bad luck with all of those."

"Father." the word was spat out as if it was poison, and she made no effort to crack any emotion with it.

He paused, momentarily.

"Know that song and dance, too. Try not to worry so much."

"I do my best." sighing she looked down into her now empty coffee cup, drumming her fingers along the side of it slowly.

"We should do this more often, Peter - hanging out like this. I feel as if I can trust you, and confide in you without worrying about things. Like I can be myself..."

He scratched the side of his nose, looking slightly sheepish.

"Sure. If you'll have me, Des."

She sat up a little straighter, leaning her body over the table to place one light kiss on his cheek, speaking softly as she pulled away. "Of course - you've become one of my dearest friends."

She cleared her throat slightly when she managed to sit back down in her seat properly, and immediately began to gather herself together as if she was ready to leave.
"I suppose I should be on my way then, there are things to take care of---"

He sat still for a few moments after receiving the chaste kiss, and then shook his head, letting out a little laugh underneath his breath. Even after all of this, she still felt -- Peter ran his hand through his hair, and stood up to exist the booth.

It was getting late.

"I should probably get heading out, too," he admitted, taking a moment to spare a glance down at his watch. "It's probably almost time for my next shift at Ben's."

Raven stood up herself, arms folded tightly over her chest as she smiled up at him. "I do appreciate you having me like this, Peter. I'm sorry things had turned out this way." she lifted a hand enough to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She began to walk past him a bit, towards the door, but never moving too fast at any given time. "Have a good night."

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