there’s a loud shriek – a sharp pain in her chest that takes the wind out of her, and, out of instinct, that whip lashes right out, aimed at either wrapping around him or hurting him ( or, better yet, both). and when she does manage to get her bearings, she’s got murder in her eyes, claws shooting right out of the tips of her gloves, ready to see it through. if their ‘relationship’ ( a mildly professional one that crossed over into ‘not safe for work’ territory, now and then ) was labeled complicated before, why, it’d become black-and-white now. his fault for making her his enemy in one simple ( but idiotic ) move. that little relic he’s fighting her over remains in her satchel —– thankfully!
“While you’re struggling over there,” she says, grateful her whip’s come in handy, “I hope you realize what a bad idea that was.” sure, he’s got some idea of just how many enemies she’s got in gotham city, but the feline fatale makes up for that with her alliances. harley quinn, poison ivy – and that’s just the beginning of her more villainous colleagues. her lip curves into a satisfied smirk when her mind wanders to super-humans, but hey, this was all hypothetical. she’s even more agitated that he’d somehow found the balls to insult her. “You little moron.”
thankfully, peter has a colorful & thorough history with bondage – experience has him already beginning to wiggle free. it’ll take a minute since she’s got some skill with a whip, but an indiana jones wannabe isn’t gonna have him down for the count so easily. “ yeah, well, this moron just SHOT you after you asked for it; you don’t seem a whole lot better in my book. “ all he’s got to do is buy some time, but the more he struggles, the more that whip seems to tighten like a goddamn anaconda around his thick figure. but eventually he manages it, fingers snaking towards his belt to retrieve something.
“ also, newsflash, asshole, i have a SPACESHIP. along with these. “
the high-powered boosters on his feet expel their flames, sending him rolling across the concrete, barreling into her legs to topple her. “ and the ONLY, “ quill complains, finally slipping free from the whip & snatching it up as he struggles to his feet, “ mistake that i made, “ he’s quick to put distance between them, seeing as how those claws look pretty damn nasty, “ was EVER helping you out of any of your shitty situations! “ she’s quicker than him, he knows that. but she also has a habit of underestimating him.
“ i could of taken you with me – gotten you out of this shitty ass city. but you just couldn’t resist it, could you? because it’s never enough for you! “
his hand grips the hilt of her whip & he tosses it to her feet.
“ OH & let me guess, i’ll get that whole ‘i don’t give a shit’ vibe from you, right? of course! you’ve just gotta spread your shitty life experiences to everyone else, right? ‘course you do. but i’m not taking the bullet for you. i’ll explain what happened – that you screwed me over & you’ll have to deal with the consequences of that. no way i’m takin’ the fall for you again. ”
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