15259/The Eve of New Beginnings

The Eve of New Beginnings
Date of Scene:	29 June 2023
Location:	Eve's Apartment
Synopsis:	Eve and Miles wake up on the couch, talk about their weekend, and reveal their secret identities.
Cast of Characters:	Eve Wilkins, Miles Morales

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Eve Wilkins has posed:
Waking up curled against the chest of a man she barely knows is not a routine thing for Samantha Eve Wilkins. Actually, it's not a thing that has ever happened before.

Granted, it's not like they'd stayed up doing tequila shots or either one of them was naked. As soon as her eyes opened and she was filled with the scent that was so uniquely Miles, she knew exactly where she was and what had happened... As the night wore on, Eve got closer and closer, until Miles was eventually propped on the arm of the couch with Eve wrapped up in his arms. They talked for hours, well past midnight, and they'd fallen asleep together.

They have a blanket on top of them -- which is weird! Eve was still happily tucked under Miles's chin, so she hadn't gotten up. Had she? Oh well. Maybe she pulled it out of a hidden couch compartment or something. Regardless, she stirs now, and it's easy enough to feel. Was Miles still asleep? Had he been up for hours watching her sleep? She didn't even know, yet. She was still blinking the sleep out of her eyes and groaning softly, titling her chin up and kissing the side of his neck tentatively.

Miles Morales has posed:
A long yawn escapes the lips of Miles Morales. He'd talked to Eve all night. They kissed /quite/ a bit, but they spent most of the night just learning about each other, how they think, their hobbies, even nicknames.

And well past the descent of the sun past that distant horizon, Mikes had fallen into slumber with her, holding her in his arms and having pulled a blanket over the pair of them to keep her warm.

The warmth of lips against the side of his neck seems to cause a low hum and a smile to touch his features. He opens his eyes to look at her, meeting her lovely green eyes as his lips seek out hers in a soft, gentle kiss.

"Good morning Sam."

They snuggle together in a perfect fit, like they were made to do just that. "Hah...I think we passed out. Did you sleep well?" He smiles at her. If he had any classes this morning they were absolutely skipped!

Eve Wilkins has posed:
The smile that curls Eve's lips reaches all the way up to her eyes as she returns that kiss.

"Good morning, Miles."

She watches him, grinning at his words but for the moment lost in his eyes. "Better than I've slept in a long time," she admits. She did shift a little, but it seemed only to be so that she could nuzzle her face up against his neck.

"I guess we did. I have to admit. I'm not exactly hating it. I haven't screwed up your plans for the day, have I?"

Miles Morales has posed:
What a kiss!

Miles smiles against her lips and only when they part can she see the joy that rests in his eyes. There's nowhere else he'd rather be. "Me too. I think I like this way more than sleeping alone." He chuckles. "Me neither." on the topic of hating it.

He thinks for a second. "I had an online class I think..but the teacher keeps cancelling. I have a pal to take notes for me in case class actually happened." His hand moves to feel her red hair, feel how soft and smooth it is.

"Did I ruin any of your plans?" He asks amid his playing with her hair.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve's eyes lid when his hands slip into her hair, and she lets out a soft sigh as she melts back in against him. All it once, it seemed like any tension she was feeling -- the potential awkwardness of waking up together, the feeling like she needed to get up and offer him breakfast, the worries about the day.. all of it just sort of melts away.

"Ruin?" Her voice sounds distant, lulled into complete, muscle-relaxing bliss by his touch. Then there's a soft, almost hysterical sounding laugh. "No. /This/ is not /ruining/ anything..."

A soft soft sound of pleasure escapes her throat, a serene moan that hints at a desire to move despite her inability to.

"I should make breakfast..." It almost sounds like a complaint, but her voice is just so quiet and hazy, like he was lulling her back to sleep. "..and I have.. plans. You can come, if you want. Its just the.. street market.. was going to meet Vicky."

Miles Morales has posed:
It was so soft.

Fingers play with her hair, letting strands be moved between his fingers and straightened out with each stroke. His hand eventually moved northward for her scalp, massaging her head with strong fingertips yet gentle in the application.

Her eyes kid and she melts right back against him, a smile on his face that he's able to do this for her, to her. A serene moan leaves her lips and his cheeks flush a rosy color.

"What if I make you breakfast?"

Since he's not ruining anything! "I have nowhere to be today except with you. "Can see if you have the basics...waffles, pancakes...some milk...what would you like?" His offhand is caressing her lower back, soothing her with each touch or at least attempting to do so. "I'd love to come with you." He starts with a smile that reaches his eyes. "Not going to lie...being right here with you all day sounds amazing."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Oh, God.

"You.. can't."

And unfortunately, no matter how good that stroking felt, the tension returns to Eve's body. She scoots up a little and forces herself upright so she can look at him, a small, apologetic little smile on her lips. Unfortunately, those words came out with enough of a hint of panic that they sounded a little like she wanted to finish with, 'go into the kitchen.'

"I.. forgot. I haven't been to the store in a while. We can order something? Or we could go out for breakfast..."

This was so much harder than she thought it was going to be. The cabinets had nothing in them because there didn't need to be. No plates. No food. It saved a lot of money on a grocery bill when you could rearrange subatomic particles into whatever delicious meal you wanted to eat that day. The only reason she ever went out as just for the experience of it. It was kind of like getting tired of your own cooking at home and wanting a change of pace.

Miles Morales has posed:
He can't?

"Well of course I can. But I get it if I shouldn't, you know?" Mikes didn't know what she meant but as she starts to sit up, Miles follows suit and he meets her gaze, even if worry has fallen over his expression like a dark shroud.

He has suspicions..but he hasn't looked at her place genuinely yet. He's been staring at her the entire time.

A silence at first as Hd hears her words before his jovial and relaxed nature kicks in. "Sure! Whichever's easiest for you. I think it could be fun to go get something at the market, maybe get some food while we wait for your friend?" Miles offers her as an alternative. He won't pressure her into anything she doesn't want to do.

"Or we can stay here. I've had a hankering for Chinese food lately. Have you ever been to a China Buffet or a Mongolian Grill?"

Eve Wilkins has posed:
That worry and suspicion is like a gut punch, and Eve does everything she can not to let it show on her face. There was a reason she quit the Teen Team and went to Africa after graduation. There was a reason she quit Africa and came to Metropolis. What made her think this would be any different? Worse, she'd fallen so hard for Miles that she'd told him just about everything there was to know about her in the span of one night... which seemed crazy. There was really only the one /big/ thing left.

And that was going to drive a wedge between them. Whether she was honest with him and he was so disappointed in her that he left, or she finally got caught in a lie and he left... well, the result was the same.

Ugh.

"Are you sure?" The worry is still there in Eve's eyes, but she is smiling again, despite it. She obviously didn't like the thought of disappointing him, and if all he really wanted to do was lay on the couch with her all day... it sounded wonderful, but she'd be /so/ busted.

"Chinese sounds good. They do this market every weekend, and they usually have a couple of the local places there with the other food stalls. But I've never been to a Mongolian Grill. Is it good?"

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles never means to hurt her.

But he can tell when something's up. The only thing is that he trusts Eve enough to tell him what that thing is when she's ready to talk about it. If they're in a relationship, they're part of a team. And Miles won't jeapordizs this beautiful thing he's found or the person he's found it with.

He's told her everything in a short period of time, keeping very few things to himself. Spider-Man is a secret. Lest she check his backpack for the suit.

No secret lasts forever.

"Hey-" Mikes reaches to cup her cheek in his hand. "I'm absolutely certain. Don't worry, okay? We can go grab stuff. The market has Chinese? Oh I'm *IN*." Miles happily sighs the dotted line.

"Oh it's delicious. They cook it one one of those flat stoves and cook it up right in front of you. You get to select your own ingredients and personalize it. Babe, let me tell you it is /amazing/."

Seems terms of endearment are already in play! "It'll be fun to walk around with you too."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
No secret lasts forever. Kind of like no plan survives contact with the enemy. And Eve's plan of spontaneously deciding to start dating someone with absolutely no preparation for it at all? Was.. kind of a ridiculous plan, it turned out. She'd need to do some home renovation next time she was alone. The more she thought about it, the more she realized there weren't even clothes in the closet or the dressers or toiletries in the bathroom.

Way to go, Eve.

She lets out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding when he touches her cheek and seems excited to get out of the duplex, though. Her smile brightens again and she lets out a little laugh at his enthusiasm over Mongolian.

"It will be fun to walk around. And maybe we can have that for din--" She bites her lip and her eyes avert for a moment. "I'm going to need to let you go home at some point, aren't I?"

Miles Morales has posed:
Her exhale and release of at least some of the tension makes Miles smile as a thumb brushes her cheek. She brightens considerably when he suggests getting out of the apartment a bit and Miles laughs. "Yeah!"

But she cut herself off and a brutal truth leaves her lips.

So Mikes leans forward to brush her nose with his own, entering her personal space with hopefully her approval. "Eventually. But it's almost the weekend and...I think it'd be amazing to spend it with you if that's okay?"

"So Mongolian Grill for dinner sounds awesome. I'll buy? Since you got me the burgers before and the pizza? Let me try to treat my girlfriend a little?"

Miles was falling hard for Eve at a rate that one could say they were moving fast. But it feels so..

/Right/.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve didn't budge an inch when he leaned towards her. Her eyes sank closed, and she returned that little nuzzle with one of her own. But then..

/I think it'd be amazing to spend it with you if that's okay?/
The weekend. The WHOLE weekend. That panic is back in her eyes. Anyone would be forgiven for assuming she just thought things were moving too fast.. or that she just didn't want him in her personal space all weekend.

/Let me try to treat my girlfriend a little?/
Girlfriend. Liar. You can't /be/ his girlfriend. Not like this. Not living a lie.

"No." The word comes out in a sigh. No which? Both?

She can see it in his eyes, the way he's falling. She can't let him without knowing. She just doesn't have it in her to watch him get his hopes about her up any higher.

"Miles..."

Her heart's pounding in her chest, and she's staring into his eyes. But she has that steeliness to her that she gets in a fight. A little cold, like she just had to do the job and get through it.

"Everything I've told you -- everything you know about me -- is absolutely true. I do /want/ to spend the weekend with you, but the one /big/ secret I haven't told you.." Her mouth moves, not sure what to say. "It's not going to survive a whole weekend together. And the worst part about it is that I /want/ to tell you, but you're going to think I'm the worst person in the world when I do."

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles drinks in the little muzzle she gives him. But suddenly he can see the panic in her eyes. If only his Spider-Sense worked during emotional situations, but even then, it would only detect the danger. Looking at Eve's eyes, there's no danger.

At least...not one he can dodge. It's not a bullet. It's a single word: 'No'. To staying the weekend? To staying for dinner? Miles seems to look briefly surprised. "Oh! Oh...if I overstepped-" But it's clear he didn't, when instead of a flaw of himself for being eager to be with her, she feels the need to share a secret that she fears could end them before they truly begin. "Sam..." Miles reaches for her hands to hold them if she'll allow the contact.

"I'm not going to assume the worst of you. *Trust me*. I've seen a LOT worse. I want you to be able to tell me things without being scared of the answer. Tell me."

Patience. Dedication. Trust.

This is what Miles is bringing into this. Regardless of what she says. "You won't scare me away." He remarks to her with a smile on his face. The coldness in her eyes, the kind that's trying to prevent a fight but not unprepared to engage in one. It doesn't scare Miles.

It's the fear of rejection that scares Miles.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
/Sam.../

The name threatens to break her heart, making her eyes suddenly glassy, even as she squeezes his hands. Without another word at first, she leaned in, claiming his mouth with hers in kiss that was as much apology as it was truth -- truth about how she felt about him and how she didn't want it to be their last.

And then, after a little while, she's leaning back again. She hadn't even 'gotten out of bed' yet. The blanket was still mostly over her, and everything was where they'd left it last night. The remnants of the pizza on the counter. The plates on the coffee table.

"The truth is you can't cook anything because there's nothing to cook with," she says softly. "No food. No pots and pans."

She's still there with him, still holding one of his hands, but the other lifts towards the kitchen and glows pink. So do the cabinets, and they all open at once, empty.

"I don't need them. Do you want coffee?"

This time she looks at the table where their plates sit. Hers still has crust on it, and once more her hand starts to glow. So does her plate. The crust lifts from the plate, the plate rearranges itself into a ceramic mug, and the crust lowers itself into it, turning into a dark brown liquid as it does. Then the whole mug of coffee starts to steam, and it floats up and over, hovering in the air for Miles to take.

"The pizza last night? It wasn't delivery. I made it. That's how I was going to... make you breakfast. I've gotten so used to it that I never thought about how hard it would be to date someone that didn't /know/..."

There's a pause, then, as if waiting for his reaction. But then comes another question.

"Do you want.. cream and sugar?"

Miles Morales has posed:
She's about to cry.

Before mikes can ask her not to, his lips are claimed by this amazing woman. A simple thing, yet it felt as much an apology as an offering of what's truly been bothering her. He stays in that moment, humming and relaxing as Miles kisses her right back and indulges fully in the warmth of the contact.

Then she leans back, the kiss ends, and his eyes open to regard her with such an incredible fondness.

"Wait, what?"

No pots, pans, or food? "Sam, it's okay if you don't have cash for things. I could try and help you get some stuff?" But the truth is far more intricate than that. His eyes widen as she lifts a hand that glows pink and multiple closed cabinets fly open, revealing a distinct lack of contents. "Wait...You-"

She asks if he'd like some coffee and suddenly, things start to change. The crust from leftover pizza transforms into a brown liquid while the plate turns into a ceramic cup as both mix and the liquid steams and it floats towards Miles. He stares at it for a moment, wide-eyes and slack-jawed.

It makes sense.

Everything makes sense.

There wasn't a logo on the pizza boxes. He just assumed it was delivery by a smaller shop. He didn't have anything other than coke to drink. Hd /still/ hasn't gone to the restroom or tried to look for food.

"Wow..."

A silence. Deafening. Before Mikes starts to outright laugh. "Youvhavd superpowers! You just got SO MUCH more awesome. How are you molecularly changing things into a different state? That's straight up molecular manipulation, fission, the whole nine! That's AMAZING!"

Miles is nerding out, sighing in relief. "I thought you were going to tell me you're actually a guy or that you're polyamorous or something. Which there's nothing wrong with that! Just uh...yeah." He offers his cup. "Yes please!" For the cream and sugar.

"Was that your secret?" He squeezes her hand, wanting to know more. So far so good!

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve chews on her lip. Hard.

She wasn't exactly expecting a /bad/ reaction from the physicist/mathlete.. not about what her powers could /do/. And so, when he asks for cream and sugar, a little pink glow appears around one of the napkins. It rips almost perfectly in half, floats towards the cup, and then dissolves into it, leaving it milky and sweet.

"No, not a guy." She's smiling a bit, but her tone is still reserved. "And I can't do that, either.. it doesn't work on complex cells. I can give you the exact chemical formula of anything in this room, but I can't like.. fix bones or turn someone's arm into a knife or anything. Though, I could /give/ them a knife. Which is almost as good. Most times."

She takes in a breath and lets it out slowly.

"So.. I used to be on a team in Happy Harbor called Teen Team. I'm Atom Eve.. the pink one." And, as if to demonstrate, a pink line starts at the top of her head, surrounding her body and quickly sliding down the length of her, changing her into her costume, complete with short cape, clean and untangled hair, fresh makeup, and a fresh floral scent. Of course, she's still pretty wrapped up in the blankets. And him. That didn't seem to hinder the process at all, though.

"I... left the team. There were a lot of reasons. And, for a while, I just sort of went off on my own. Then, I graduated, and I went to Africa for a while, and.. tried to help there. I can do some things with crops because plants cells are less complex than animal cells, and there were some incidents with local militias.. rebels.. dams." She shakes her head. "But I.. don't do any of that, anymore."

Miles Morales has posed:
Is it hot when she bites her lip?

Yes, yes it is.

But Eve Wilkins was universally hot. Like...Miles was half-expecting her to start being seriously mean or something, but honestly? He hasn't seen it. All he's gotten from her is this unstoppable sweetness and warmth that she's used to capture him completely. He has his full attention on her. Even as she speaks to him from the heart, he watches as the cream dissolves from one of hten apkins, turning into a perfect creamery for his coffee.

"Wow." Miles says yet again.

But he hears the limitations to her abilities and he nods. "That makes sense. That way you can't like...turn somebody into goop, yeah?" Miles smiles at her softly, humoring her, showing her that affection. And yet, she has more. SHe reveals she was on a team called the 'Teen Team' and she was Atom Eve.

"Oh wait, you're-"

And she sure enough transforms her entire attire to change into her costume. COmplete with the cape, logo on the chest, fresh hair and makeup, though she's still wrapped up in blankets and in his arms. "Woah." He comments, looking even more surprised. She explains that she left the team and did some serious work in Africa.

"If...if I can ask, why did you stop? It's okay if the life wasn't for you. It's not for everyone, I would think."

Wait till she hears his secret. He moves a strand of hair out of her face and he meets her eyes, his hand reaches out to touch her uniform, mostly at the neckline as if to examine the suit itself...and of course, becuase Miles doesn't shy from being intimate with her.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve doesn't shy away from Miles's touch, either. By all accounts, she enjoyed the intimacy as much or more than he did, so when he reaches for her hair, she merely lids her eyes and tilts her head towards him a little, happy to let him feel the soft, stretchy material of her costume. It doesn't seem to be bullet resistant or even knife resistant.

"I... got a lot of really good people killed."

It's said just like that. Flat. Distant. Haunted. Nineteen year old former teen superhero travels to Africa and kills a lot of people.. news at six.

"Not on purpose." Beat. "It's.. kind of a long story."

She sighs softly and that light travels over her again, this time just her neck down, changing her back into the tank top and denim shorts she'd been in before.

"I know what you said, before. At Big Belly Burgers. That people should help if they can, you know? But, at the point that you do more harm than good, I feel like it's kind of time to... stop."

"So, /that/ is my secret.. that I'm /not/ Atom Eve, anymore.. and you're /so/ into the whole superhero thing. And all I could picture was the utter disappointment when you found out that your girlfriend was a failed superhero."

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles feels the soft fabric of her uniform, and he watches happily as she grants him that access to her. She lids her eyes and tilts her head towards him, he accepts the touch, letting his fingers travel along the neckline...to the shoulder. His eyes lift to look at her. She informs him that she got a lot of people killed.

Innocent people.

He frowns softly at her. "Sam...I..." He lowers his eyes. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." Miles offers that to her, Though soon enough, that light travels and her uniform turns back into just a tank top and denim shorts she had been in before, leaving his fingers just touching one of the straps of her shirt. He lowers that hand, to rest on her knee, a touch of comfort if she would so allow it.

"Sam...sometimes you can't save everyone." he tells her softly. "SOmetimes things go wrong. I'm not gonna try and convince you to pick up the cape again, but.." He smiles at her. "I'm still a big fan of Sam, even if she's not Atom Eve. There are different ways to help people. Sometimes even looking at a kid and letting him help you not get stared down by a bully is help enough." He winks at her. "You're not a failure. Okay? Not even close to one." He squeezes her knee.

"My girlfriend's pretty rad." Miles winks at her. "But...you should know something about me too. And...promise you won't be disappointed?"

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Why did it feel like she'd just put down a 10-ton boulder?

Probably because before tonight she'd talked to exactly zero people about what happened in Africa. She still hadn't really gone into detail. She wasn't ready to go into detail. But she'd started talking about it. She'd.. told someone important to her. Someone that was rapidly becoming more important, and it was only, like, day three...

Not only does Eve allow that hand on her knee, she traces her fingertips over the back of his hand, short nails lightly dragging across his skin. And when he doesn't freak out.. when he doesn't bail.. when his reaction is to try to comfort her instead of put her down..

Well, she kisses him. Because what else do you do when you have a guy that's really going above and beyond to make you feel like you matter? For a while, she just clings there against him, savoring the fact that he was still there on her couch after all of that. And even when she's leaning back, she's smiling at him. Not huge, but a warm, twinkling of hope there in her eyes.

Especially once she's called rad.

"Not as rad as my boyfriend," she sing-songs. "Bring it, Nerd. What, did you get a B on a test one time in elementary school?" And yes, it's chiding.. especially comparing a B on a test to ending a lot of lives.. but it's warm. If anything, she doesn't see him as capable of anything close to that scale of failure.

Miles Morales has posed:
A boulder and a weight relieved.

Yet while Eve has been relieved of a nightmare she thought could occur...Miles has yet to live his. Yet even still, she didnt have to tell him the specifics. But she was telling him about it anyway. He didn't know what would happen. Yet, she seems to be overjoyed at the attention he had given her, of the grace he had showed her regarding her situation and her circumstances. And that makes him happy.

The touch of her nails against the back of his hand makes his cheeks flush a bright pink, and he's about to say something else when she kisses him like that. The kind of kiss that sends a shiver up and down his spine and makes him want things he hasn't wanted before. He kisses her right back, just as fiercely, just as thankfully as she had done for him. He clings against her, pulls her tight against his stronger form.

And finally, they pull apart.

"Yeah. English, actually. My mom was teaching me Spanish - the Puerto Rican version." He smiles. "Learning tow languages is hard." But, he sighs softly, and he stands up, giving her hand a squeeze as he approaches his bag. He digs for a moment, and he pulls out a mask. Black, red, and webbed.

He approaches Eve, and he offers it to her.

"I'm Spider-Man."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
There's a soft sound of pleasure when she's pulled so tight, something about Miles's strength seeming comforting to her.. if not outright enticing. Eve lingers rather than resisting, and once they're apart again, there's a blush lingering on her cheeks.

"I bet," she agrees, laughing softly. "Maybe you can teach me Spanish some time.. after you're done being my math tutor so that I don't fail out of college before I ever actually officially get in."

She returns the squeeze of his hand, but she takes the moment he's walking and digging to pick up that cup of coffee and take a couple of sips. She's still sipping when the mask comes out.

And to her credit, she doesn't spit. She swallows, licking her lips and setting the cup down. Only then does she take the mask in both hands, running her thumbs across it and then looking up at him in a moment of awe-struck silence.

She blinks. She.. didn't know what to say. Why was he so much better a this than she was?

But after just two or three more heartbeats, that pink light surrounds her again, sliding neck-to-waist, and instead of her sitting there in a tank-top, she's in a cropped white t-shirt with that exact mask pictured inside a heart.. the whole thing stretched across her chest, looking (frankly) not unlike one Mary Jane Watson in that exact moment. Though, presumably, that wasn't the point so much as.. well.. showing off her own affection for her own Spider-Man.

She still hadn't said anything. She's still holding the mask. She's still just.. staring at him. Dumbfounded.

Miles Morales has posed:
That sound excites Miles, encourages him to do it more and it's not until they've released that Miles stops kissing her. He keeps his full attention on her and he actually laughs. "Yeah, I can do that. Soon enough you'll be speaking it like it's your first language." Especially if she sticks with Miles. He has no problem tutoring her in multiple subjects. Though soon enough he might be teaching her all about dynamics.

Though right now, Miles is trying not to die in the heat of the moment. She's holding his mask in her hands. While Miles Morales wasn't the O.G. Spider-Man, he's Brooklyn's own. Now he's Gotham's own Spider-Man. Occasionally now, he's Metropolis's Spider-Man. Though her silence is deafening. What was she thinking? Was she approving? Was she disapproving? Was she going to break up with him over being an active and helpful superhero who looks after the little guy?

"Sam?"

Miles is messing with his fingers. He doesn't know what to do. What to say. And yet, she's in a cropped white shirt that reveals a copy of his mask over her chest, all within a large heart.

"Is...is that a good thing? I think that's a good thing."

Miles was visibly shaking. He didn't really know what to expect. "I just...was scared that you wouldn't want to date an active...you know." He doesn't refer to himself as a hero. "B-but...I..uh...really, really, really like you. And that's my only secret."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
"I used to have this thing against dating normies," Eve finally says, standing from the couch and stepping up to him. Spider-Man. Her arms drape over his shoulders, still holding his mask, and still sort of.. fiddling with it. Feeling it? Or just fidgeting, maybe. Either way, she seems to like holding it, even wrapped around Miles as she is.

"Not only do you have to trust them with your secret, they'll never understand the lifestyle... that you're constantly having to bail in the middle of dates, or you're always late, or sometimes you never show up, or sometimes you're hurt and you have to reassure them. It's just.. too hard."

She eases closer, so that her body is pressing against his, apparently hoping he'll settle those shaking hands by putting them on her.

"But when I decided to give it up, I thought.. okay. This is my chance to try out a normal relationship and see what /that/ looks like. And.."

She blows out a breath, smiling.

"I can't /believe/ that you're freaking SPIDER-MAN. Are you SERIOUS?! I know, I'm fan-girling a little, but I am /so/ glad that. You have no idea how much pressure to be /normal/ that takes off. Plus, you're kind of a bad ass..."

Miles Morales has posed:
"Oh, well that's good."

Dating normies? Well, it's good that she took a chance on him! Miles is the exact opposite of normal. He's Spider-Man! But...she's standing up, and she's walking towards him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and Miles really has no other choice but to do what he wanted to do this entire time: put his hands on her. His hands settle on her waist, right on her lower back. Having somethign to hold help his nervousness.

"I can undertand that...I guess that means I'm really lucky I'm not normal huh?" He asks her with a smile. "It's..really difficult. And if you tell them the secret, anybody else who learns about it can put them in danger..." Miles shakes his head softly, and she's easing closer, pressing her entire body up against his and he gulps at how close she is. Very few parts of each other arn't touching. But he keeps his full attention on her, trying to refrain from outright swooning in her grasp.

"Sorry if I turned out to be like 'psyche! Not normal at all. Gotcha.'. But...I'm happy you took a chance on me anyway." He smiles at her, and when she starts gushing? He can't help but laugh.

"Well you're ATOM EVE! I was a big fan of you you know!" He laughs gladly, and she calls him a bad ass and he starts wildly blushing.

"I mean I'm alright..." He chuckles softly. "SOmeone's gotta help the little guy, you know?" And the big guys, but it really depends on the day! He looks at Eve in the eyes, looking down at her lips and back into her eyes. "Besides, if everyone was normal? Nobody would be cool. And I think you're pretty fricken' cool."

He looks at her, his breath shallows. "And...I /really/ want to stay the weekend."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve laughs warmly at the thought that Spider-Man could have been one of her fans. "Okay, so one, we sort of both pulled the gotcha on each other. And two... no you weren't." She says it flatly, as if she were literally calling him on a bluff. "We were like the fourth most popular group in Happy Harbor. And you're SPIDER-MAN. I mean, come on. That's like a professional athlete cheering on a high school team. Sure, it happens, but only because you've got a family member on the team."

She's grinning at him, though, apparently thoroughly enjoying the banter now that the heavy stuff was out of the way.

"You can stay the weekend, but you've gotta promise me that if Spidey stuff comes up you'll go. Because you're important to more than just me, and I've got enough stuff on my conscience."

She pauses, though, narrowing her eyes. Mischief.

"I really want to try something, though. Do you trust me?"

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"We did pull a gotcha on each other..." Miles admits a bit embarassedly. Though that doesn't stop him from absolutely laughing. "So? That's still a group! And it's not like you never ended up on the news before. Atom Eve!" Miles starts to smile, shaking his head, even if he's through the roof that he has a girlfriend who KNOWS the secret and the banter is still going! And she still likes him. And still holds him.

God, how did he get so lucky?

"Well, I have /you/ on my team. I'd say that's so far so good." Though he's forced to promise her to keep being Spider-Man and honestly? Miles would have it no other way. "I promise. Spider's Honor." He lifts a single hand from her waist to give the classic 'THWIP!' hand gesture. "Yes ma'am." He smirks at her.

Then she has mischief in her eyes.

"Always. Do your worst." He teases her.

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She gets called 'Atom Eve' again and she groans good-naturedly, rolling her eyes. It's easy to wallow in your own self-doubt when you had no friends left and you could fill your own head with how awful a person you are. It's harder when you have an amazing guy that also happens to be Spider-Man telling you how great you are. Damn it.

But, through the roof? Eve couldn't have put it better herself.

"I'll /always/ be on your team, superhero or not."

But then, not only does she get "ma'amed," which makes her eyes glint with a sort of predatory pleasure, she also gets told to do her worst.

Carte blanche it is, then.

A moment later, the room is filled with pink light as atoms rearranged themselves all over at once. Eve's clothes almost seem to burn off, leaving Atom Eve in her wake, but the same thing happened to Miles, leaving only Spider-Man... no more street clothes. Head-to-toe his regular costume, including the mask, which she wasn't holding anymore. At the same time, there was a new glow from above. A giant hole opened up through the ceiling and the roof to the sky.

"Hang on to me."

And then the pair of them are rocketing up into the sky, pink jets escaping from both the bottom of Eve's boots and the bottom of Miles's. She drops one hand, using the pink jets from it to help steer them, Iron Man style, higher and higher into the air, until they're up above a cloud layer.

Once they're there, a pink 'floor' seems to materialize that's really nothing more than what amounts to a floating sheet of glass -- and one that Eve apparently has to focus to maintain. Up above the clouds, looking down on the city, at least they had a semi-transparent pink floor to stand on as long as Eve maintained her focus.

"Phew. Okay. Not easy.. but.. doable."

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Hey! At least it's not a BAD groan! Is there such a thing? Probably somewhere. But, in the rolling of her eyes, she tells him that she'll always be on his team, superhero or not. "Thanks Sam." Miles remarks to her with a big smile on his face. Happy to be on such a team with her. He would want nobody else on his side...and there's no other side he'd rather be on. But suddenly, the room is filled with pink light as cells and atoms are rearranged!

Sam is changed, fully changing into Atom Eve and even Miles has had his clothes replaced for his black and red Spider-Man uniform! Mask and all. "Woooahh this is trippy!" Spider-Man calls out, though he turns to look at her and she asks him to hold onto her. He seems to nearly jump into her arms! "Holding!" and suddenly, they're rocketing into the sky!

"Wooohooo!"

Miles calls out into the void, though as they ascend, there seems to be a pink floor that materializes underneath them, and Spider-Man lands in a classic pose. "This...is wild." He looks down, far past the clouds to where the buildings look really tiny.

"That's...how are you doing this? Isn't this insanely hard?" Miles asks, approaching Sam again to rest his hands on her shoulders. "If it is...thank you. If it's not, still thank you. This view is...somethin' else." He has the spider-logo on his chest and a larger one on his back. It makes it much harder to read his emotions with the mask on, that's for sure!

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Up here above the clouds, the wind whipped at a decent clip and would threaten to push an unsuspecting interloper around in a gust if they weren't prepared. Luckily, Spider-Man was super sticky and Eve? Well, she was used to it.

"It's way easier when there's no one trying to kill us at the same time," Eve admits, seeming perfectly content to be standing on her glass/forcefield 'floor'. They eventually cracked under stress of a battle onslaught, but she could feel it while it was happening. Just holding a couple of people up for a while wasn't so bad.

Despite her doubts about being a superhero, once she up here her confidence reigned supreme. It was much like she was facing down the bully. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that she could handle herself. And here? The same. She'd been doing this stuff since she was a child -- since well before she ever realized there might be world-altering consequences for her actions.

"It's been a while since I've had anyone to.. do this stuff with."

Eve smiles, and then she's walking back across the platform to Miles, stretching her arms back out to his shoulders. "Alright.. elevator down," she warns. There's a burst of that energy again, and the platform disappears. This time, however, she's guiding their descent back down into the hole she'd created in the roof.

And then sealing the roof behind them.

"Sweet," she says, grinning. She waves a hand, and there's more pink light, costumes switched back out for street clothes the way they were before. Once the Spidey mask is gone, she leans in and kisses him. "Thanks for indulging me."

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"I believe it."

He's no stranger to people wanting to kill him. Just ask literally any villain in New York. Thijg is, he's not used to having a partner. For some reason, Spoder-Man doesn't work too often with other heroes and he most certainly doesn't mentor young heroes to mold them into the next Spider-Man.

And yet....

Here's this woman who just blasted him off into the stratosphere Yet, while he's crouched there, he eventually rises to look at her while they meet, her hands finding his shoulders. "Then I'm happy you can do it with me."

"Holding." Mikes tells her with a nod, and with a burst of energy they're coming right back down. Straight through clouds and empty sky until they go back through where they came from. He watches her repair the roof instantly.

His clothes are restored and he was without his mask! "That was seriously co-MM!" She kisses him and he kisses her right back, lips delicately parting in invitation. "Always."

He kisses her a second time. A third. A fourth. A fifth...

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The whole thing feels.. surreal. For the first time in nearly two years, Eve felt like herself again. And while all of those doubts about her future and what she wanted to do still lingered like specters in the back of her mind, she didn't feel like she had to hide, anymore. There was one person who she could be herself with... who /wanted/ her to be herself.

When those kisses come, Eve is there for them, smiling and eventually laughing in absolute bliss.. the ridiculousness of how good it felt to be with Miles, the excitement of having him stay over for the whole weekend, for getting to be /Eve/ -- and even better, Sam -- without having to pretend anything at all.

This.. /might/ just be the best weekend she's ever had.

Maybe.

But first?

More kissing. And then they'd get around to going to the market to get some food.. eventually.