“hey –” he has every intention of continuing to speak here … maybe say something like ‘thanks, supergirl!’ or ‘hey, buy a spider dinner first wouldja?’ but he doesn’t. merely grabs her hand and applies the requisite amount of pressure to stick on her. it comes easier than he thinks – which, of course, with her isn’t exactly surprising. 

what is surprising though, is the way it all feels right. not just the whole two superheroes fighting evil bit ( hell, one of the things he misses most back home is the whole avengers schtick ) – but the way their hands meld together easily. he’s not a stickler for that fate-destiny hullabaloo, though, maybe …

  “Alright. Let’s go, Girl.” pause, inhalation. “Super.”