On The Edge
Roleplaying Log: On The Edge
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Eddie further entangles Roy in her messes.

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IC Date: February 04, 2019
IC Location: Union Square
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 05 Feb 2019 15:07
Rating & Warnings: Language
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As far as anyone at the Trike is concerned, Eddie got a stern talking to from Coulson regarding her personal use of company equipment and the waste of resources used to investigate what turned out to be nothing more than a viral video. Now it's bouncing around SHIELD as a convenient cover story.

The days since have been a blur, Eddie throwing herself back into 'business as usual'. When the money came through from Seneschal, she only blinked at the screen for a moment before syphoning it off into several different accounts, bouncing it around and burying it as deep as she possibly can.

It's not that she forgot about the burner phone that Roy left her, it's just leaving some things to cool on the back burner before she dared to even think about it. When she finally checked it, she was greeted by two text messages waiting.

First message dated the 28th of January: E, you know it's not nice to leave a guy hanging.
Second message, the 31st: Okay, I deserved that one. Let me know when you need another trip down south.

Eddie bounces the burner against her gloved palm, once again torn about pulling Roy into her world much less make him a part of it at all. But it's ticking close to the two week marker, and if she doesn't pull the trigger herself, the fail safe will fall into plan. And complicate matters even more. She finally thumbs out a response:

'I like the feed the pigeons at the bench on the northeast corner of Union Square on Sundays after church. Bring coffee.'

*

Roy has no idea how Eddie likes her coffee, so his collection (from Starbucks, because that has fewer people touching its shit through the process than a neighborhood shop) includes a latte, a drip, and a mocha, plus cream and sugar. Plus a couple of croissants. He's going to have to work on how much he spends on these… meetings. Train fare, babysitting, Starbucks. It's nothing on a VIP room, but it's still spendy as all hell. He's got his phone out when he shows up, looks around for Eddie, and then picks a park bench. The Starbucks cup-holder is set down at his side, and then he spawls back on the bench, kicking his feet out and unlocking his phone so that he can poke at an extreme sports video — kite surfing over docks. He still glances up here and there, including using the shine of his phone to glance behind him.

*

"Are you just over prepared, or are we expecting one of your bar chippies to join us?" Eddie's words comes out in a puff of vapor as she joins him on the bench, not obfuscating her approach in the slightest. True to her word, she has a paper bag of bird seed in her hand, so either she does in fact like to feed the pigeons or she's just careful to always follow through with her ruse. She's bundled up against the weather, a black wool peacoat layered with a knit scarf and matching cap pulled down over her ears. Arranging the scarf higher on her rosy cheeks, she hunkers down on the bench. "Gimme which ever one has the most sugar," already pulling out her stainless steel straw to jab through the little drinking notch. She came prepared. "So you missed me, huh?"

*

Roy looks up as Eddie approaches the bench, thumbing his phone closed and tucking it away. "Over prepared. Next time you order coffee from someone, tell 'em what you like." He gathers up the tray, but at her request, he digs out the mocha and passes it over. He's just reaching for more sugar packets when she teases him, and he snorts, "I'm not big on the whole 'revenge' thing," he lies. "Wasn't really looking forward to the 'meet some guy on a roof to get instructions for a secret pick-up-and-drop-off.'" Okay, he was a little bit, even if that would mean that she hadn't gotten back in contact with him. Glancing aside, he offers out additional sugar packets, then gathers up the latte for himself, "Besides, you're more fun than half of my old friends, and less likely to look at me all disappointed-like than the rest." Another hesitation, and then he leans in to nudge his shoulder against Eddie's, "Plus, it sounded like you were going into some real shit. Friends worry." The last line is a risk, he knows.

*

There's a tilted smile given aside to Roy at the shoulder bump, Eddie's eyes giving a bit of a roll in their sockets. "Damn right I'm more fun. And sorry Mister Morales but the coast isn't clear yet." She sets the bag of bird seed between them, hand dipping inside to pull out a pinch of seeds and give them a sprinkle but she leaves the mouth of the bag agape so he can see inside is the blue cover of a passport. "I still need what's inside the safety deposit box, but I can't waltz in there right now and retrieve it myself. Will you do me the solid and bag it up and make a drop for me? I'd feel guilty for getting you involved, but. That would mean I have a conscience."

*

Taking a sip of his coffee, Roy offers out one of the croissants. "Well hell, got a ball and chain," he goes for married instead of siblings, "for another little while." Tucking his own croissant into his mouth, he digs into the bird seed bag, palming the password easily and slipping it into his pocket, reaching for his croissant again to cover the gesture. His hand snaps out again, scattering bird seed, "I might have to do something about that." There's a teasing grin that pops to his face alongside the words. "I can do that. At some point I'd like to know what the hell this is all about, but I'll take your word that it's not going to, you know, screw up everything everywhere and bring down Western Society as we know it." Her claim of not having a conscience draws a broader grin, "Aww, you do care, E. I mean, as much as you can."

*

Eddie gives a little shake of her head to dismiss the offer of a croissant, reaching out to momentarily place her hand on his thigh so it doesn't seem like a rude refusal. Maybe she's just not hungry. "What are you thinking, divorce? That means I get half of your belongings. But the coffee is a nice start." She sips the mocha drink through her straw, obviously finding it tailored to her preferences because she doesn't bother adding more cream or sugar.

As to not screwing up everything and bringing down Western Society, her free hand gives a little 50/50 wobble. "Guess it depends on which side you're rooting for? But suffice to say it's classified for a civilian like you. What I can tell you is I'm in some deep shit that you'll be helping me dig out for, and if all goes well? I'll get what I need in the end. Which. Can only benefit you and our so called friendship."

As to caring? Her gaze drops and then flits away. "The picture in the passport can pass for you. And there is a New York license in there as well. Keep the money in the box if you need to skip town should things go sideways."

*

"You don't want half of what I've got, E. Takes up too much time." Roy glances down to her hand on his leg, then sticks the croissant into his mouth to get another handful of birdseed and scatter it about. Taking it out and chewing idly, he shrugs a little helplessly, "Credit cards are part of Western Society, right? I don't have a problem with Fight Club. I mean, in theory." Taking another sip of his latte, he leans back into the bench, "I'll help, but if things get too nasty, I might end up fighting some of the symptoms." Lifting his brow, he glances aside to Eddie, "That's not a problem, is it?" There's a pause, and then he shakes his head, "I'm not the running type, E. Stubborn as all hell." His brows lift slightly, "I know, it's a character flaw. And you, you're going to be poking things from the side to make sure they go the way you want?"

*

"Well I'm not about to just lay back and think of England." Eddie quips about still working on things to make sure they go her way, her hand idly dipping into the bird seed to scatter it as well, waiting until his hand isn't in the bag to avoid unnecessary contact despite the fact she wears her standard gloves. She watches the pigeons flutter about, pecking at the ground to gather the feed. "There's something you should know before you go declaring you'll take up arms," Her eyes flick aside to him, but don't pause too long on his profile before they go back to the park at large. "SHIELD knows about Arsenal. Mainly because I drew attention to him and asked for a profile and report from my handler."

*

"Gimme a few days then. I've got something for you so you can have fun and not blow your cover." Roy looks over to her at her concern, his brows starting to lift, and then she's just mentioning Arsenal, and not Roy Harper, Jr, and he relaxes, offering up a grin, "Hell, E. Arsenal's been public everywhere. Unless you've got my shoe size, my preference in undies, my home address, or my full name, I'm not too worried." He takes another sip of his coffee, "You aren't gonna give them any of that stuff, are you?"

*

Eddie's eyebrow quirks at the mention of Roy having something for her, but for the moment she doesn't press. Instead, she comments on what she perceives to be the more pressing matter, and that is what SHIELD does or does not have on his alter ego. "I didn't mention your adoptive family or anything about the Reservation. As to the rest? I think you know more about me than I do about you, which in a way is…an odd turn of events for me." She gives a humorless little chuff of laughter. "But I mentioned a personal connection, so I just want you to be aware on the off chance it could be exploited. Keep an extra eye out when you go about your night job, that's all. Should they suddenly take an interest in the boxer briefs of a certain vigilante."

*

Roy lifts his brows, "Hiding secrets from your bosses already? I'm proud of you, E. You're getting all growed up." He gives her a nudge with his elbow, grinning a little crookedly, "What do you want to know, anyhow? I mean, I'm not going to tell you…" the grin spreads even further, "…unless you ask nicely. And get your mind out of my boxer briefs." He's clearly teasing her by now, chuckling beneath the words. "I'll keep an eye out for anyone eyeballing me when I'm working at night." His fingers tap at the side of the coffee cup, "You know… that sounds way worse than it is."

*

"Suffice to say the training wheels are off." Eddie smirks at the elbow ribbing, teased into a bit of a lighter mood by his own. "But even if you can't be serious, I want you to take this seriously, all right? We're not talking street level thugs you're keeping the city safe from. Not that you haven't fought bigger foes, but just…Yeah, just be careful." Her gaze drifts away, a little shake of her head in incredulity with an honest smile blooming in its wake. "Not that I care."

"You know nice isn't really in my vocabulary, right? I mean, I could just torture it out of you. I haff vays of making you talk." She gives Roy an eyebrow waggle with the cliched Russian accent. Her gloved hand smacks his thigh. "C'mon, let's walk before I freeze to this bench. There's a homeless person over there you can give the extra coffee too, and croissant if you aren't going to eat it. But for the record, I don't care what form my caffeine comes in but the effort is appreciated."

*

Roy nods at the smirking words, his grin broad and easy now. "I'll take it seriously, E. And yeah, I'm good, but I'm only so good. Last time I went up against some freakier than an Arkham idiot, I had a bit more firepower behind me." Beat pause, and his grin flashes even broader, lighting up his boyish features, "Not that you care. And not that it's so easy to torture someone here in public." Of course, she's now suggesting a walk, and Roy pries himself up off the bench and he offers out his hands to help her up (utterly unnecessarily), "But yeah, you've got ways of making me talk. Just gotta use 'em." Holding the croissant between his teeth, he picks up the drip coffee and second croissant, glancing about the park to find… that's the one. The homeless woman's weathered skin has the tawny tones of Native American ancestry, and he offers out the remaining food to her without a word before he heads back to Eddie, "Good idea. And delivery method doesn't matter. Got it. All about the what, not the how."

*

Eddie almost dismisses the hands, but despite herself she's offering up her own and letting Roy guide her to her feet before reaching back for her coffee. There is a softness around her eyes as she watches him deliver the extra food and beverage to the woman, but the expression disappears by the time he returns.

With a tick of her chin she indicates the direction they're to head off in, marking it as not some random destination they're ambling towards. They leave the park, heading south in Manhattan. Sipping coffee through a straw might seem odd, but she's used to it by now, and the mocha helps warm against the frigid February air. "So if I promise not to use the information for evil, are you prepared to at least tell me your last name? We've seen each other too many times to merely be random acquaintances at this point. And it would be nice to be able to find you again, if I need to drop off the face of the Earth for a while. Arsenal isn't exactly in the phone directory."

*

There's only a moment's hesitation before Roy pulls the croissant from his mouth and offers up, "Harper. Junior. Roy Harper, Jr." His eyes narrow for a moment, "And if you call me 'Junior,' we will have words. Or I'll just swing you from an arrow-line for an hour or two." The second threat is clearly an idle one, even if the first isn't. "And no, I'm good with friends. Or, I don't know, friend-approaching people with similar interests." The latter is added on just in case the f-word is a little too real. "The number you've got is a work phone. Anything that goes there gets forwarded to me." He chuckles a little softly, "I mean, if you want my real number, you can have it, but I'm pretty sure Arsenal's a whole lot more fun than a mechanic in East Gotham with…" and there's the reason for the original hesitation — it's far too easy to find Lian Harper from Roy Harper, and he's not quite ready for that, so instead he goes with, "…way too many bills."

*

"Can I call you Little Roy, then? Mini Roy. Roy the Second." Eddie fires off with a grin, turning around to walk backwards a step but then a hop has her righted and in step with him again.

"And if you call us 'friend-approaching people with similar interests' again, we're going to have words." She promises in kind, though hers holds less weight. "Friends is fine. I'm good with friends. Well. I'm good with having you as a friend. Just a warning I inevitably fuck it up. Hell, I just stabbed my oldest one in the back for money, so what does that make me, right?" Her boot scuffs through some icy slush as she steps up onto the curb. "Anyways, I'm not buying any more friendship but if I'm putting you out, if you have to miss work to hit up the bank or whatever, just take the cash to compensate. I don't have a place to stash it right now anyways."

*

Roy gives Eddie a very hurt look as she suggests the nicknames, "Come on, E… you know those aren't true. Why you gotta do me like that." He pauses a moment, then adds as she turns back around, "Well, you don't know about the last one, but I can promise you I last longer than a second." His hands go up at his sides at her warning, and he nods at her confirmation, "Pretty sure that makes you a mercenary or a businesswoman." Which may be the nicest way to put it. He laughs, however, at her worry about buying his friendship, "Hey. I'll manage. I had a couple hundred dollars left from the party. That's put me ahead for the month." There's a pause for a few paces, and when they stop at a crosswalk, he glances over, "And I want to hear some more positivity, E. Not 'I inevitably fuck it up,' but 'I'm positive I'll fuck it up./" His grin flashes back into place, even as he shifts back to business, "You still want me to wait the whole time? Or you want me to pick it up tomorrow?"

*

"Really? A two pump chump? Now that's a down right shame. Someone of your athleticism I'd hope could at least hold out the full eight seconds until you buck the girl off. Those chippies in the limo must have been so disappointed." Eddie clucks her tongue as she rues this new information. "And I'm positive you're an asshole, how's that?" She grins and ditches her now empty coffee in the corner trashcan as they wait for the light to change, cleaning off the length of metal straw with a curl of her tongue before tucking it back away. "Well seeming how we've been in contact, that means the clock would reset, but no, the trigger has been pulled ahead of schedule. Get me what's in the box, I need to cover my ass. Make the pick up tomorrow and drop it where we first met. I'll swing by during the week to retrieve it. And don't worry, our friend cleared out below after I tipped him off that a pair of jonesing addicts were thinking of hitting the place through the skylight."

*

Roy could look offended by the riposte, but instead he laughs, touching Eddie's elbow lightly as he ducks his head alongside the amusement. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He's barely sobered from his amusement when she hits him with her positivity, and he snickers again, bringing up his latte cup to cover his mouth. Shaking his head slowly, he takes a sip, then nods, "I think you've got me confused for someone who lives up in the Big Apple, E. But yeah, I can manage that." Some part of his brain is doing fare calculations, timing, but he nods, "I'll have it up here early afternoon at the latest." Because he'll have to be back down in Gotham to pick Lian up from school. "What? You would take away temptation like that? Man, all that getting clean shit must actually be working for you." There's a little wonder in his voice, the archer perhaps even a little impressed, "Oh no, wait, you just did it to secure the drop-off point, didn't you?" He's… probably teasing her. "I'm trying to do the spy thing and not ask too many questions. That's the way it's supposed to go, right?"

*

"Really, if that's what we're talking about, I'll pass on the four seconds of disappointment, thanks." Eddie teases him right back, because it's an easy habit to fall into and far easier than addressing any attraction she might feel for the man. "Good thing I recognized you when I did in that bathroom, otherwise it would have been an awkward start to this relationship."

"No, what I'm confusing you for is my errand boy, but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Eddie rolls up her shoulders near ears, shoving her hands into her pockets as if barricading herself against the guilt of making the imposition.

At the mention of getting clean, she snorts her derision. "I needed some place secure enough, secluded enough, to make transactions with you. Easier when you pick a place you had in common, so it was either up there or in a club. Our options are pretty limited. So yeah, I cleared him out and ended my contract with him. It has nothing to do with getting clean."

"Stop here." Morales tells him, which just seems like a random slice of street with moderate pedestrian traffic. She's turning into him and reaching for his elbow to guide him aside to the brick of a building, positioning him with a little shove so his back is against it and she can fold her form against his with arms slung around his neck. For appearances, they'll just look like any other couple taking a pit stop for some PDA. "I need you to talk me back from the edge."

*

"Yeah, it'd be horrible to ruin your scale." Sadly, Roy leaves himself up for further ridicule by not stating which side of the scale he would reset. He guffaws a little as his role is clarified, "It's fine. I'll make it all work." Accepting the description of the choice of locale, even if it dodges away from his compliment, he almost steps past the chosen spot before he's pushed back against the rough brick of the commercial building, finding the spy suddenly oh-so-close to him. His hips shift a little against hers, one arm slips around her waist, and the other comes up to slide under the collar of her peacoat, using that as a buffer between his skin and hers. Despite that, he leans close, tilting his head into hers — only to be forestalled by her murmured words. He blinks, a heartbeat late on catching the implications, "There aren't any cameras here, are there?" The question is apparently rhetorical, because he leans in further, settling his lips just before her ear, "How bad is it, E?"

*

Eddie's breath stalls in her throat as he tilts his head in, realizing in that second she set up the ruse poorly and he was about to take it seriously. And she wasn't going to stop him. Thankfully, is brain catches up to her words and saves them both. Her forehead tips forward at his question, but her answer isn't about how bad she's jonesing. In a fashion. "No cameras. See that bar across the street?" She asks, voice a little jagged around the edges. "They have posters in the window. They'll give you one shot in exchange for your AA chip. One shot for every month of sobriety. Every fiber in my being wants to burn the mother fucker down." She positioned him so he could see it over her shoulder without looking conspicuous about scoping the place out.

*

Despite her caution and his realization, Roy is still close enough that his cheek brushes against hers as they speak. Lightning crackles through his nerves a moment, and then he looks up to the bar, desperate for the distraction suddenly as his left hand moves at her waist, finding its slow way around the peacoat-shrouded curve. Her explanation, however, causes him to stiffen up for a heartbeat before he sinks back into what is supposed to be a languid moment, "Wait until early morning. Before anyone comes into work there, after the firefighters are more awake." That's… not really talking her off the edge. He eyes the bar balefully a moment longer before he tilts his head back down and in, his jawline just gracing over hers as if he were seeking out her throat with his lips. "And wait a couple days. Until I get you your gift."

*

Skin to skin contact doesn't really set off Eddie's psychometry which is why she was able to seek out comfort from him at the hotel that one day. That doesn't mean the errant brush of his cheek or the graze of his jaw doesn't effect her. She jutters lightly as a trill creeps up her spine and her hands go from their careless drape around his neck to a double fisted grasp of the front of his jacket as her elbows wedge between them giving her an ounce of much needed space before she just melts into him. "You're supposed to be talking me out of doing something reckless. I can't risk setting off SHIELD with my antics right now."

*

The grasp is nice, the way it tightens his collar at the back of his neck, but also not so nice, the way it adds space between them. The fingers of his right hand slip off the collar of her jacket, playing with the short hairs at the back of her neck. Just for appearance's sake, really. "So you wait a couple of days. See if you stop feeling like fire's the only solution, or if you feel like you could totally get away with it." There's a pause, and he turns his head a little more into hers, his nose touching her cheek, "Me, I usually like to push the envelope." Duh.

As they twist and curl there against the building, a couple passing by give them serious side-eye, the man even muttering — maybe a little jealously — "Get a room."

*

"Maybe I'll just bust the place up a bit so he'll get the message…" But Eddie's thoughts are disrupted by the rude comment from the passing couple, the Agent twisting around partially with a hiss in her voice. "Get bent!" She turns back to Roy with a little shake to her head. "Some people." A grin breaks on her lips, full and unbridled for once as her fingers relax in their grip. "You're bad for me, Roy Harper, Junior."

*

"You wish, asshole," is Roy's rejoinder to the passersby, and he draws his head back so that he can look at Eddie, "Hey now, trust in ol' Roy… wait a couple of days." His grin matches her own, and he shrugs, "Of course I'm bad for you, E. Way too much alike. Ain't it great?" And then he does it. Maybe it's the relaxation, maybe it's the unrestrained grin on her lips, but he leans forward to close the distance he put between their faces, looking to press a sharp kiss to her mouth, full of the adrenaline of the chase and the fight, as alive as he is.

*

Whether or not she agrees about the greatness of their similarities, the answer is cut off short by the unexpected kiss. Eddie's eyes close with the brevity of it, finding that her own lips are chasing after his when he leans back from it, stopping herself short before she tries to draw him into a deeper and more lingering one.

Her chin turns away against further temptation, muttering something as her hands disentangle themselves from their knots in his jacket. "I really should get back to the Triskelion…"

*

Something about the little sway, the muttering, and her complaint actually seems to settle the butterflies that his chance set tumbling around Roy's stomach, and a crooked grin splashes across his lips, "Yeah. You probably should, shouldn't you?" There's a little challenge there, and his hand slips away from the small of her back, the fingers at the back of her neck still lingering there for a moment longer.

*

Eddie's gaze is drawn back to his face, his mouth. That damn crooked smile. Her leather clad palm cups his cheek and her thumb drags down his philtrum and over the fullness of his bottom lip, dragging the latter until his smile is slightly agape. She leans back into him, sharing a breath in the closeness before her own grin reforms. "I would eat you alive." Her teeth click together just shy of nipping him before she rocks back on her heels. "Miss me." This time a direction instead of a question.

*

And there's a little more confirmation that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself, and Roy gives a little snap of his teeth after her leather-clad thumb, which of course, comes just in time for her promise and the click of her own teeth, "Wait, is there some world in which this is a bad thing?" As she rocks back, he shrugs helplessly, "I don't know… I've got problems missing things. Goes against everything I am." He winks briefly, and the smile is back, bright and mischievous, "I'll do what I can though. Maybe I'll make you come down to get your gift."

*

"I guess missing the target would be contrary to an archer's nature." Eddie tilts her head considering him a moment longer, but she can't delay leaving any more without just dissolving into temptation. "Anyway, yes. Right. I guess if you can make that drop for me, I can slum it to pick up this mysterious gift. Probably safer to keep you away from the ins and outs of my life before things get messy. See you around…Junior." She gives him a lame little punch in the shoulder like someone who is unsure how to go about being casual now.

*

Roy nods once, and then waggles his eyebrows at 'ins and outs.' The punch to his shoulder and the use of 'Junior' causes him to roll his eyes wildly, and instead he leans over to give her hip or her backside a little swat, dancing back a couple of steps and giving a wave, "I'll let you know when it's done then." Since he's not expecting her to be anywhere near the drop tomorrow. "Watch your six."

*

Eddie gives a bit of a yelp as she gets swatted, mocking like she's about to come after him and retaliate. The merely quipping, "Why do I need to watch my ass, when I've got you to do it for me? At least while I'm walking away." She seems all smiles as she waggles her fingers at him in a return parting wave, but the minute she turns the expression fades off her lips and her eyes become cloudy. Hands shove into her pockets as she begins the cold walk back to the Trike, but for once the chill feels needed.

*

Roy doesn't feel the need to respond verbally, but he does watch her walk a few more paces away, despite the disappointing cover of the peacoat. He turns away a few moments later, and his own easy grin lingers much longer. It's not until he's on the train back toward Gotham that he sits back, kicks up his feet, and wonders if he's doing something extremely stupid.

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