thepicketfencecliche | superman } { of date nights and noodles

Cora: [so as much as Cora has tried to be more of a person in the real world, there are still moments where she can get completely sucked into her work. And Lena had approved the budget for a very interesting project that she had immediately jumped on as soon as she could. And completely ignored the clock. Up until her calendar went off for the third time in a ten minute period. She glances over, looks down at the time and starts swearing immediately. She's supposed to be on a date. She's supposed to be on a date and she's going to be very, very late.] Call Stiles. [her phone obeys, calling her date as she goes to put her work away]

Stiles: [and he's just sitting outside of L Corp, dressed like a civilian and doodling on his cast with a sharpie. He's been sketching superhero logos on it, including a circle with an arrow inside. When the phone rings, he will hit his bluetooth speaker] You just noticed the time, huh?

Cora: [yep that sound about right] I'm sorry! I'm sorry I lost track of time.

Stiles: It's fine. I'm sitting outside so just come out when you're ready.

Cora: Okay. Just give me five minutes to clean up and I am all yours for the rest of the night. I promise.

Stiles: Take ten. I'll be fine until my sharpie runs out of ink. [totally not making a heart with a CH in it]

Cora: [that's cute] I'll see you in a bit. [and with that she will hang up, finish cleaning up, and make a quick trip to the backroom to make sure her face isn't a mess, before making her way out to the car to Stiles, flashing him a smile as she opens the door] Hi.

Stiles: Hey. You look good.

Cora: So do you. [and she slides into the passenger's seat] So where are we going?

Stiles: I was thinking perhaps we could try out this noodle shop I discovered awhile back. It's a bit too fancy to go alone, but totally a date destination.

Cora: Noodles sound good to me.

Stiles: [and off go, Stiles driving with one hand to get them to the area of town the shop is in, then holds the door open for her]

Cora: Thank you. [and she will get out and wait for him to join her, taking in the restaurant from the outside]

Stiles: [and the table reserved is one in the corner with a clear sightline to the door. Because he's thoughtful like that] So what was the project that caught your rapt attention today.

Cora: I can't really talk about it because it's still in the early stages but, it is very, very cool. And when I can talk about it, you will probably be sick of hearing about it.

Stiles: Yeah, but then I'll just fade out, smile and nod.

Cora: I appreciate your willingness to tolerate my science talk.

Stiles: You tolerate my nerdiness all the time. It's only fair.

Cora: It is rather mutually beneficial.

Stiles: Kinda makes it a matching set of nerd lives.

Cora: It does. And it's pretty good that we found each other young because I'm pretty sure I've gotten worse as I've gotten older.

Stiles: Yeah, but you make it look cute.

Cora: So you think even if we met now, and I spent half our date rambling about closed circuits and sonar sensors, you'd still find me cute?

Stiles: Yes.

Cora: [and that earns him a bright smile] I'll take your word for it.

Stiles: And now you're just adorable. [smiles back]

Cora: [and her head ducks as she looks down at her menu] So what did you do today?

Stiles: Mostly research. They don't want me out in the field until my wrist heals. And I thought my job was boring before.

Cora: You're not even researching anything interesting?

Stiles: Nope. Just reviewing schematics of things the DEO is developing and telling them exactly how fast I could break it.

Cora: See, that's no fun unless you're actually breaking something.

Stiles: Right?! That's what I said.

Cora: Oh! Speaking of breaking something. There's a BattleBots competition coming up in a couple weeks. Wanna go watch some robot on robot violence?

Stiles: Well, yeah. Of course!

Cora: Great! I'll try and get tickets.

Stiles: Just text me the date so I can put it on my calendar.

Cora: Will do. [and the waiter will come so they can order. Once she does, she leans back in her chair] So do you have anything in mind for after noodles?

Stiles: Let's see... I was debating between mini golf, laser tag, or straight up arcade games.

Cora: Mini golf might be the easiest on your wrist.

Stiles: Probably. I do get very violent with skeeball.

Cora: So my vote is mini golf.

Stiles: Mini golf it is. [grins] Now are you hyper competitive?

Cora: I ... used to be? I'm not sure anymore.

Stiles: I guess we'll find out shortly then, hmm?

Cora: I guess we will.

Stiles: And if we're still going after golf, there's funnel cake!

Cora: Yes, excellent dessert choice.

Stiles: Of course, because I make the best plans.

Cora: You do. You were always a good planner. I was mostly just trying to figure it out as I went.

Stiles: And now?

Cora: I'm still kinda figuring it out? I'm still figuring out who I am now, to be honest.

Stiles: Well, hopefully you'll let me be there when you figure it all out.

Cora: [she smiles as she reaches across for his hand] Well, that's good because I really don't want you going anywhere.

Stiles: [and he will take it, squeezing] Hey, unless it's my job sending me someplace, I'm staying right here.

Cora: Good. Because I'll figure it out, one way or another.

Stiles: [and he will nod in agreement, and then their food will arrive and it's NOODLE TIME!!!]

Cora: [yummy yummy noodles. and after that it's off to mini golf where Cora will try to use physics to her advantage but she rolled a 2 so she ... did not do well, but she still had fun anyway.]

Stiles: [yeah, physics have nothing in a laughing clown who spits the balls out of three different holes in the back of his head]

Cora: [nope. math only gets you so far. but once they finish, they get their promised funnel cake and she holds up a piece for him to tear off as they walk] This was a lot of fun.

Stiles: [which he will, even if it ends up covering his arm in powdered sugar] Totally. We should do this again.

Cora: We should. Maybe my luck will be better next time.

Stiles: Totally find you a lucky penny.

Cora: Good. Because I really am normally not that bad at mini golf.

Stiles: I'll still play with one arm until you get your groove back. [he can't tell her that he sees angles and trajectories naturally. It's weird enough to say it]

Cora: [she laughs] You don't have to handicap yourself for me.

Stiles: Oh trust me, once you warm back up, I'll totally bring my big game.

Cora: See, that just puts me at a disadvantage, because I'm not seeing you at your A-game.

Stiles: Well, I need a few weeks before I can get the cast off, then I will totally bring it.

Cora: Good. Rematch when the cast is off.

Stiles: You're on. [and he will grab another piece of funnel cake]

Cora: [takes a deep breath before glancing down at her watch. she doesn't want to go home, but she knows they both likely have work tomorrow] This has been nice, though. Thanks for waiting for me.

Stiles: Eh, it was nothing. [and they wander back to the car, then drive to her place] So this is it.

Cora: Yeah. This is it. I'd say we should watch a movie but ... work.

Stiles: Stupid jobs.

Cora: But maybe you could come over this weekend and we could do a marathon?

Stiles: Pizza and popcorn provided?

Cora: Of course. It wouldn't be a proper marathon without them.

Stiles: I'm down for that.

Cora: Good. Then I'll text you when I get home from work and you can come down.

Stiles: Great. But before you go, can I sneak a quick kiss?

Cora: I was getting there. [she smirks, before shifting and leaning in to kiss him softly]

Stiles: [and he will kiss her back, smiling against her lips]

Cora: [she lets the kiss linger for a moment, one hand brushing against the side of his face gently, before pulling away with a smile] I'll text you later.

Stiles: Until then. [grins, leaning against her hand]

Cora: [and with that she will make her way out and back up to her apartment for the night]

Stiles: [and he will wait for her apartment light to turn on, and once he feels that she's safe inside he will drive back to the apartment]

Kara: [where Kara will probably be up late watching a rom com]

Stiles: [and he will waltz in, all happy and just flop onto the couch beside her]

Kara: [glances over with a smirk] You had a good night.

Stiles: Cora and I went and played mini golf.

Kara: Who won?

Stiles: I did. She was thinking too hard. I tried to suck to make it not sting as bad.

Kara: I'm sure she appreciated that.

Stiles: Oh, like I am going to tell her that. [laughs]

Kara: [she laughs] You going to have another date soon?

Stiles: Yeah, I'm going to see her this weekend for movies.

Kara: Good. It seems like things are going well.

Stiles: Yeah, yeah it is. [threading his fingers behind his head]

Kara: I'm glad. You guys deserve it.

Stiles: Thanks. [and he will roll his head to look at her] How was your day?

Kara: Oh, the usge. Running around CatCo one minute and fighting crime the next.

Stiles: I hate that I can't be out there with you.

Kara: You will be. Before you know it, the arm will be healed and we'll be off saving the world again.

Stiles: I'm really tempted to just break my fingers free early. It's not like they are broken.

Kara: Don't do that. Just ... relax, enjoy the time off. Spend it with Cora. Because once you're a superhero again, that's going to get complicated.

Stiles: [groans] Don't remind me.

Kara: Have you told her? About your ... extracurricular activities?

Stiles: She knows I'm stupidly good with the bow and arrow. She just doesn't know what I do with that skill both for the DEO and with you.

Kara: Are you going to tell her?

Stiles: Eventually. I just don't know how to.

Kara: At least you know she's already accustomed to the superhero of it all. Just ... be honest. I don't think she'll care.

Stiles: It's not like I actively shot at Lex.

Kara: She wouldn't care about you shooting at Lex.

Stiles: Do you think Lena will?

Kara: Lena's the one who turned him in, Stiles.

Stiles: Yeah, but still... I did shoot arrows into his clothes to hold him in place that time. Maybe I nicked him...

Kara: Lex is a psychopath. I don't think anyone is going to hold that against you.

Stiles: Okay, then. [thinks] She's going to worry about me though.

Kara: ... Yeah, she probably will. But she worries about everyone.

Stiles: It'll probably explain to her how this happened though. [holds up his wrist]

Kara: Wasn't she there when that happened? Because you dove off a building to save her?

Stiles: Yeah, but she was in shock. I don't think it registered to her the whole arrow that turned into a carbon fiber wire that swung us back into the building. Or the others that I aimed at his head.

Kara: Fair point.

Stiles: Plus, there's the somewhat stuff I do for the DEO. I'm not going to be able to play the paper pusher job much longer.

Kara: All the more reason to tell her sooner rather than later.

Stiles: [deep sigh] Alright.

Kara: [pats his knee] It'll be okay. I really don't think she'll be bothered by it.

Stiles: [licks his lips] Alright. Next time.

Kara: [smiles] Feeling up for another movie?

Stiles: Sure. Can we have explosions in this one?

Kara: If we must. [she gets up to look at the collection to try and find one with explosions and a good love story] The Spy Who Dumped Me?

Stiles: Works.

Kara: [nods as she pops it in and settles back for movie night] Perfect.