He stepped out, and Nora gave him a slow, appraising once-over. âYa know, I guess I didnât give you enough credit. I was pretty sure you were just another chem addict, but that suit? Oh, itâs really doing it for me.â She smirked, leaning against the doorway like she owned the whole blasted city.
âCareful, sweetheart,â he said, tipping his head with a half-smile. âDonât get carried away, Iâm trouble in a tuxedo, too.â
âYou're lucky I like trouble,â she replied smoothly.
âLucky for you, I'm good at it,â he shot back just as cool. Her eyes went wide.
âNow you decide to flirt back? When there are lives on the line? Youâve got atrocious timing!â
He leveled a smile at her, the same one that had Sam threatening to feed him to the fish if he ever flashed it at his sister again.
Noraâs eyes sparkled, but she just rolled them and spun on her heels, leading him toward her back room for armor. She tried making him wear the pieces of the junk she had laying around, insisting it was armor. âI don't need it, the suit's woven with vibranium.â
âI don't care if it's woven with whatthefuckium, you're gonna be shot full of holes.â She cut back.
He explained, in very vague terms, the material's durability and strength. She wasn't satisfied until she shivved him in the side with a small knife and it deflected off his side.
He raised his eyebrow at her, âWhat?â Her hands up in surrender, âIt was a light stabbing. Proved your point though.â
