i'm the hero. i'm just in time.

If she was being completely honest, Kitty was still pretty pissed at the town for the last crisis, but it was getting easier to be at least a little less bitter. And nights like tonight, when it was date night, it was almost possible to not think about the weirdness of Fandom at all.

Mostly. Because she'd had to shoo a gremlin onto the balcony a little while ago and she kept having to look through the glass door to make sure it hadn't found a way back in. Sigh.


[For ze date!]

Kitty had had plans for date night. She'd planned on setting up dinner on the roof because sunsets and stars were romantic and everything and she was trying here.

And then it'd started raining. Dammit, where was Storm when you needed her?

She still had dinner, so that part was fine, but until Clint showed up she'd be glowering out the window like that'd make the weather behave... and make the roof not wet. (Okay, and she'd send a text because she had to.)

It'd be pretty sad to say that Kitty thought she deserved a pat on the back for managing to wait like 48 hours for date #2 with Clint. So she wouldn't say it, but if anyone wanted to pat her on the back anyway, the line started right over here.

While there were probably wiser choices than sitting in a dark theater watching what would probably amount to an awful movie, they weren't as fun. So with plenty of time before the show started and any needed concessions gotten, the most important question was asked when they got into the actual theater: "Where should we sit?"

She was going to take a wild guess here that they weren't going anywhere near the front.


[For he who gets to pick the seats!]