Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. discussion

Coney Island is a peninsular residential neighborhood, beach, and leisure/entertainment destination on the Atlantic Ocean in the southwestern part of the borough of Brooklyn, New York City. Filled with games and rides it seems it is always flocked with people.

Coney Island had to be Peter's favourite place to waste time in the entirety of New York, aside from the quiet arcade that was across the street from the grocery store in the two that he was raised in. He wanted to just break apart and go everywhere at once, just to see all the smiles, hear the laugher, smell the food...

Every thirty seconds he had to remind himself that he was on a mission; get Ira to be his girlfriend.

She was a loaded pistol, not usually the type of lady that was really catching to Peter but he found that Ira had an almost bizarre charm to her that he quite liked. She bore an esthetic that was similar to the experience of going to a horror film with your friends. There was excitement, screaming, fear, anger, frustration, but a certain fun to it. Afterwards you knew that the people around you were truly your friends because you've established that boys can in fact hold each other in the dark as they watch blood soar everywhere across a giant screen.

Perhaps she wasn't quite like that; more like riding a roller coaster by yourself. That sounded much better.

Four days ago Ira had agreed to meet with him to hang out. She assured (insisted) that this was NOT a date, and he had agreed to her terms. She had not barred him however from bringing her candy and flowers.

And so, on this warm and sunny day, Peter stood waiting at the entrance to the fair with a bouquet of Baby's Breath with a pack of Swedish Fish tied to it neatly with a black ribbon. He had brushed his teeth three times this morning, thoroughly bathed, shaved, combed his hair and even went so far as to put on some light cologne. With extra effort, Peter was sure that Ira would want to be his lovely girlfriend. All he had to do now was wait.

Ira was regretting her previous promises already, she didn't know why she had agreed to this meeting, at least she had clarified this wasn't a date. Well at least she thought she had. Her ebony hair draped down her shoulders in delicate curls. Her oynx black eyes scanned the bustling boardwalk with complete disinterest. She had been at a previous meeting that required her to wear a dress before this appointment and thus had been too lazy to actually change. The dress had a base of a palish cream with a black overlay with delicate, yet precise designs. It fell above her knees and with in she worn heeled ankle boots. Bottom line the outfit was gorgeous and suited her figure perfectly, not that Ira took that into account.

Upon agreeing to this meeting Ira had laid out defined rules; no touching each other whatsoever, no romantic settings, no flirting, and the list just seemed to go one, however, she forgot no presents. As she walked down the boardwalk she gazed around until she spotted Peter and she scowled at his appearance. I thought I had made it clear this wasn't a date. She thought to herself, slightly annoyed.

Huffing she walked forward and gazed at him with complete displeasure. "No presents." She said simply before waiting, surprisingly, patiently. "I suppose we should get this over with already, so what are we doing?" She asked simply as she gazed at him, not really realizing yet that she looked as if she had gotten all dressed up for their meeting.

She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot annoyed. After a moment though she took a breath and prayed he had something fun in mind.

Peter's mind scattered in six or seven different directions upon spotting her several dozen meters away from him. As per usual, she looked stunning, and he was glad that while he had gone for more casual clothing, he had taken great care to trim his appearance. She on the other hand had taken this very seriously and he was appreciating her beauty in all it's forms as she gracefully walked towards him.

When she was about twenty feet from him, he wanted to rush forward and hug her, but that was against the rules. Instead he excitedly jogged the short distance to meet her with a smile that would make an Italian model jealous.

"Yoooou didn't specify..." Peter defended shyly, lowering his chin slightly, "And I thought that if you didn't want your flowers, you would at least appreciate the candy." he told her cheerfully, as if he had thought out this brilliant plan all on his own, wrote it down, and then got a gold star for it.

But with Ira, no meant no. Peter would hang onto the candy and flowers for a while, and perhaps give the bouquet to someone who looked like they really needed some sunshine in their life. Peter gazed over his shoulder and then gestured for her to follow, holding out his hand. She would never take it, but it made him feel hopeful that maybe one day she would.

"OK! So there's lots of fun things to do, and I thought that maybe you would like to play some of the games or ride some of the thrills, you know?" he explained as the stopped at the ticket booth. He pulled his wallet out and continued to chatter happily as he paid for their tickets, "... I especially live the carousel. It's very well details and the music is just so happy and make you want to smile. And they have this place where you can open clams and maybe there's a pearl inside. The food is sooooo good and - Thank you Sir- and the spinning tea cups can be really fun." he elaborated, interrupting himself to thank the man in the ticket booth.

"Here." he chirped as he held out her blue and purple ticket for her.

Peter felt a pink warmth colour his cheeks as he admired Ira. Details weren't all that important to him most of the time but she was just so beautiful that he had to stop and stare occasionally.

Ira noticed his gaze and shifted uncomfortably, not liking have this much attention on her, he was like a lovesick puppy, it was almost pathetic. That's when she gazed down and realized what she was wearing, which just put her in an even worse mood. Of course I had to be too lazy to change. She thought, mentally scolding herself.

As they were right in front of her she sighed. "I said no presents, including no candy and no flowers." She replied stiffly. Ira unlike most, wasn't very fond of sweets and thus wasn't going to give it to the fact that he got her some candies. As he explained what there was to do she figured that this would be fun, at least a different, more mellow form of it.

She simply nodded and walked next to him, not touching. "Sounds...interesting." She replied, choosing her words carefully. She then took the ticket and gave him a curt thank you before she began to walk towards the carousel. The sweet music was already filling the air and Ira got in line silently. She glanced towards Peter, her black eyes showed that she was waiting on him.

She noticed his blush and a smirk fell lightly on her lips. "Interesting." She murmured to herself before gazing up at the sky. The sky was crystal blue with few white puffy clouds. The sun warmed the boardwalk excellently and it was gorgeous out. Though even this perfect day couldn't get a genuine smile out of Ira.

"Interesting is good...I think?" Peter laughed as he replaced his wallet into his back pocket. A brief moment of panic washed over him as he realized his badge was not in his back pocket. However, he kept a cool face as he reached inside his jacket. He followed her and chuckled to himself, "I think I left my phone at home." he explained, rolling his eyes, "Of course."

Ah! There it was!

"Ohp! Never mind, I found it." he told her as he felt the cool leather case brush his fingers while he searched his inner pockets. Peter slid his hands back into his front pockets as he tried to calm himself down. That could have been very, very bad.

Ira didn't know that he was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he planned to keep that from her for as long as possible.

The line put them in close proximity to each other, so Peter had to tense up a bit so he didn't accidentally bump her. She didn't like being touched, and he planned to respect her wishes as strictly as he could. His brain told him that if he obeyed all her rules and gained her trust, then she would maybe come to be a little warmer to him. For now, he enjoyed the cool and metallic shell over their potential relationship.

"I like to ride the white one." he told her and pointed to it as it went by them, "My mom used to always take me here when we visited my dad and she liked to ride the pink one next to it."

Peter smiled at the memory and then laughed to himself slightly, "One time, my dad came with us and he refused to ride one of the horses. I didn't really care that he was in different, but my mom was really mad. So he made him ride the pink horse next to me."

"hmm...you're pretty scatterbrained, ya know." She commented. She was glad though that he was adhering to her rules, even in this tight space. Peter looked so rigid, reminded her of a soldier saluting a captain. "Loosen up would you, just looking at you makes me uncomfortable." She rebuked him while she leaned against the bars that had been set up.

Like Peter, she was hiding a secret, well she wouldn't consider it hiding, Peter just had never asked. Ira was apart of HYDRA an enemy of SHIELD. In reality they were like cats and dogs, only the had yet to realize it. Ira really didn't care if Peter knew or not, if he asked her the question she would answer honestly, however, if he did ask then she would have to tie loose ends. That was how it was in this deadly game, kill or be killed and Ira wasn't too fond of the thought of dying.

As he spoke of his past, she zoned out and gazed at the carousel as it swung past. "I've never ridden one before." She said, which was probably one of the most personal things yet aside from her name that she had entrusted with Peter. Then it was their turn. Ira walked onto the carousel and went over to the white and pink one. She sat atop the pink one and sat sideways because of her dress.

"Habit." he explained to defend his wood-like posture, but he didn't let his smile go, "I'll try to relax." And he did, not very successfully of course but he did try while respecting her space.

Surprise crossed his face as his twitched his eyebrows upwards, "Really? That's too bad. It's really fun at night with all the lights." he told her, wistfully thinking of all the bright colours as he explained.

It came time for new passengers to get on the ride, and Peter waited patiently behind Ira as he gracefully stepped upwards in her heels without wavering or wobbling in the tiniest bit. She must have been a fairy or a princess in a past life to be so elegant. His hand reached to help her instinctively up onto the horse she had chosen but she jumped up all on her own. It was only then than he looked down and realized she had chosen the pink steed that he had been telling her about.

Peter's rosy blush resurfaced on his cheeks as he backed up and began to mount the white ceramic horse next to her, but he paused a moment and looked back behind their horses. Sitting on the bench behind them was a woman who couldn't be more than twenty-five, looking absolutely downtrodden. She was staring at her lap, her hair hanging around her as she quietly sniffled every few seconds.

Empathy for the doleful woman grabbed Peter by the heart and he pulled the black ribbon off of the bouquet in his hand and approached the woman. She was surprised when he came towards her and knelt in front of her, and was even more shocked when he held out a fluffy, fragrant bouquet with a smile. He didn't say much, only telling her that these beautiful flowers were for a beautiful lady. Hesitantly she took them with a thanks and stared with wide eyes as Peter retreated back to his white ceramic horse and mounted it just as the carousel began to move.

"Whoa! Almost didn't make it!" He told Ira with a laugh, "I bet it would have been quite a laugh for you to watch me try to get on this while it was moving, huh?" he asked, resting the temple of his head against the plated pole in front of him.

Ira shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. She didn't say anything else and simply gazed ahead. As she mounted she noticed his hand reach to help her and practically gave it the cold shoulder. She wasn't much on the whole receiving help from others kind of girl. However, she didn't notice the blush that invaded his skin as she picked the pink horse. Ira hadn't actually meant to choose that one, it was just habit that led her to the horse, after hearing his story her brain zeroed in one the ceramic steed.

As she mounted she watched him go over to the drab woman causing a small scene. She found amusement in how bewildered she looked and shook her head lightly. How silly. She thought to herself before realizing that Peter was next to her again.

"Not really, I'm what you'd call a tough crowd. I don't find many things funny." She replied and sighed softly. As the speed of the carousel picked up the wind blew through her hair, causing it to flow behind her elegantly. Her dark curls almost seemed like rippling waves.

As she sat there throughout the ride she kept her eyes closed. She seemed siren with the gentle breeze and the light music playing from the ride. It was almost fun, more so relaxing if anything, though if anyone say her here, Ira would swear them to secrecy she hated people knowing of her personal life.

Peter rested his cheek on the pole and watched her. She was all too pretty for him, and he was well aware of that. She was waaay out of his league, but he really could not be persuaded to let her be. She was very confident, and that made her unyieldingly attractive to him because even if she were horribly disfigured, Ira would be beautiful because of her confidence.

She had let it be known to him that she liked music, and that it calmed her; which is why he chose to ask her here in the first place. He wanted her to smile, and for her to have a good time. Thus far, even with a smile or laugh as confirmation, Peter got the sense that she was enjoying the ride. Her charcoal hair blew past her face in gorgeous curls and wisps that anyone could admire.

He was almost brave enough to snap a picture of her with his phone, but he felt that she would actually really hate that. Not to mention that if he got caught, she would kill him. Right there. On his horse.

The ride went on for about four minutes before it began to slow down. Even Peter was disappointed when the time came for them to get off. Quickly he sprung off and offered his hand to her despite the fact that he was well aware she was NOT going to take it.

Ira felt his gaze On her, even with her eyes closed, it made her uncomfortable as she shifted slightly. Though as the music droned on she managed to get lost in it at least until it started to ease away. As the carousel started to slow, so did the music. Sighing she opened her eyes and waited for the ride to come to a complete stop. Once it had she gazed his hand and slid off carefully, ignoring his offer of help.

She gazed at him and rolled her eyes. "Come on let's go do the bumper cars she said and grabbed his hand, ignoring her rules for once. The fact that he had done all of this for her, made her go a bit softer on him. She then started walking to the bumper cars, not waiting for him to actually start walking. She glanced at him before training her eyes on the next ride.

"So why are you so gun hell on me?" She then asked him as she stopped walking. She turned so she was facing him, gazing up into his eyes. She had dropped his hand and her eyes held confusion and a need to know why he was so determined, why her? This question had been eating at her and if she didn't like his answer she was thinking about just leaving right there and then.

It felt like electricity; his heart surged and his nerves went cod before started shaking with joy. It was just how he imagined, "Sure!" he chirped, excited that she wanted to keep going. He wanted to skip, he wanted to jump. But he was content with resting with a stupid grin on his face as e double-stepped once to fall into step beside her.

However, the electric current and excitement came to a halt when she took a strong stance in front of him and asked the question that the populations hated.

Why me?

Peter wanted to just sit down on the ground and let her kill him on the spot. At least he would die happy.

He looked back down at her, softening the surprise and slight despair in his face to a more thoughtful look. She seemed confused somehow, and Peter pressed his lips together in thought, "Forgive me, words don't come easy." he delayed, then glanced around for a bench. Spotting one just a few meters away from them, Peter nodded towards it and touched her arm briefly as a motion for her to follow him and sit down.

He wasn't sure how to approach this, but he knew that this was the deciding point. If he failed to answer her in a way that was pleasing, she was lost to him forever.

"There are different... I can't... You know when...?" this was a terrible start, but he tried ot gather his thoughts together, "OK. You know how some people eat their Oreos with forks? You see them do it and it's the most bizarre thing ever? But the more you observe, you see that it's totally smart. That person it smart, and so sophisticated and classy as they dip their cookie into the milk. A-and, that was the first thing I thought about you."

Nervously, he swallowed the knot in his throat and just let his words go. There was no way to get this out eloquently, "I thought you were smart, classy, confident, and sophisticated. Of course you were also one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Then I got you to say something and I thought I was going to cry because of that way you pronounce r's and i's. A-and that one time you ordered a salad at Olive Garden, and you started talking about things that you really don't like. I thought you were going to be complaining, but with every bad thing you had reasons to dislike it and SOLUTIONS to the problem.

"And it wans't like 'why can't we just have robots to do everything?' you would say something like, 'There are certain degrees to which I think that the community service requirement for incarcerated criminals could be adjusted. For instance-' and then you say all these sensible and genius things.

"And you're strong, my God I swear you could snap my neck with your fingers. You're strong and confident with who you are. You show me that every time you get a door yourself, or speak for your self, or tell someone they are in the wrong, or... or..."

Peter gazed at her hopefully, "I... I'm dedicated to you because I value who you are, and who you know you are. You need no assurance from me or anyone else to tell you that you are strong, smart, beautiful, and absolutely resplendent."

He looked at her intently, watching for her reaction, "Please don't hate me." he whispered to her, never taking his clear eyes away from her dark ones. This could be the last time that he was this close to her, and he wanted to see every line and curve in her face so he would never forget it.

((*waits just as expectantly as Peter*))

As he touched her arm, motioning towards the bench, she let him lead her. She wasn't truly paying attention at first with what he said about words not coming easily and everything. She honestly didn't care, some words would be better than no words in that moment.

As he started, he sounded like a complete idiot. So I eat my Oreos with a fork? Wow he's a bigger idiot than I thought. that ran through her mind endlessly, though as he continued, she grew intrigued. As the overwhelming compliments started pouring out she widened her eyes for only a half second before she went full eyed again.

Ira thought over everything he said. If he only knew, I can snap his neck like a twig. Geez maybe in some ways I wasn't wrong he is an idiot. Geez why is it always the nice guys? Why can't it be some asshole that I have no problem with snapping their necks. No. I can't do that anymore, I can't just go around killing, remember what happened last time. Oh stop talking to yourself he's nearly done with his own explanation.

"You're dedicated to me? So what I'm strong and confident? What about you? You aren't getting anything out of this, you have been following me around enough to already know that, so why pester me?" Ira asked she didn't answer his last remark not really thinking too much about hating him. If she was going to hate him he would already be dead. People whom she hated didn't last very long, it was probably why most people avoided her at all costs, not that she really minded. The peace gave her time to think.

As her eyes met his, she held no emotions at all. Her entire being was a blank slate which could be highly unnerving. as she sat there she huffed slightly and leaned back. "You know I really didn't like you at all. I had even thought about killing you just so you'd stop annoying the hell out of me. Heck even some of my colleagues offered to kill you just because of the mood you always put me in. Though I never could actually carry the deed out. I mean I came close to it once, but something held me back. I'm curious to know what that is."

That statement for her may have sounded normal, but she was talking to a civilian. To him it would sound like she was a criminal or a nut job, not that those weren't far from the truth she was on the psycho end of things.

Peter's lips parted expectantly as he got a chance to speak after her, "I don't need to 'gain' anything from you. The only thing I could claim to gain is joy from being around you."

She stared at him, and he tried to best to see any emotion in her eyes. He could see no reciprocation and he felt the dread of failure creep into him. Her monologue about having him killed also was not helping him feel any better. Peter got the impression that she was trying to fake hope into him by telling him that she was curious to know why she was curious about him.

He didn't have an answer for her and he was unsure that he could even give a decent answer. At the moment, he was just trying to prevent himself from looking vaguely crestfallen. He pulled the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth and looked down at the ground to arrest himself from her cold gaze. He felt more disappointed with himself rather than frustrated with her, and he resented himself for it.

This discussion was the confirmation that she probably wasn't actually curious about him. She already knew what she felt, and he was convinced that he had failed and she was giving him a failing grade for trying.

"So... you didn't actually want to go on the bumper cars?" he asked hopefully. He had planned this day to be fun, and he had relied solely on his smile and his plan to help him get through it. Peter looked back up at her, willing her silently to tell him that she did actually so they could continue to hang out. It would be a very simple task to hide his hurt inside once they stood and started moving again.

However, the chances of that happening were almost exactly in line with the chance that she was going to leave him on this bench right now.

Ira gazed at him and her eyes narrowed a touch. She got closer to him as if she was trying to see into his soul, not that it would've been too difficult. As she sat there she thought about what he said and almost felt bad for him, almost, but not quite. As he said his reason for why he was infatuated with her, she froze and didn't know how to respond. Although he thought he knew how she felt, he had no idea how conflicted she was.

She sat there as after a moment she sat back again before standing up. She built up her walls again and a heavy sigh escaped her parted lips. "Come on let's go before the line gets too long." She said simply and their entire conversation had been dropped, just like that. She stood up, turned, and gazed at Pete and waited for him. That was another thing about her, she didn't dwell on anything for very long. She got her answer now she would sort through every word later.

Ira started walking towards the bumper cars and the crowd began to get thicker. They passed a group of guys, Ira instantly knew they were HYDRA initiates and as soon as they passed each other cold glares were exchanged, which seemed to leave Ira in a fouler mood than usual as she stood in line. She gazed at Peter and huffed slightly.

"So...do you have a job?" She asked absentmindedly figuring they might as waste the time somehow. If not like this then how else? She was leaning against the railing with wisps of her hair getting caught in the wind, creating almost like a halo around her.

Peter jumped up at followed her so he didn't keep her waiting. She had given him nothing, and he was trying to not look disappointed. He was glad she had decided to stay with him, as he would have been very distraught if she had decided to leave. It would have signaled that the game was over and he had lost.

Peter felt a slight disturbance inside of his chest as he passed a group of mixed aged males and glanced only briefly. He saw the look in their eyes and felt danger, but he knew that if he approached them, he would blow his hard-kept cover and so he shook his head and came up behind Ira, "I wonder what their problem was." he wondered out loud, throwing a glance over his shoulder.

Peter grinned and nodded, glad that he got to share his cover story. He had worked hard on his cover story, making it as realistic as possible, "Yep! I work for an independent program run by the zoo. We take the tamer animals from the zoo to schools and teach them about the animal while it right there in front of them. Usually I'm just the spokesperson who goes to the schools to offer the sessions, but sometimes I get to handle the animals."

Half true. He did work for the zoo, but only as a security officer for those kinds of events. He just stood in the back of the room, watched the carriers, and made sure nothing went wrong. Only because he had to have a "normal" job. But one time, the coyote they brought went nuts and he had to catch it. It had been kind of a big deal because one of the children in the school apparently at the ability to influence the behavior of animals.

"You?" he asked, still wondering about what she had noted from her colleagues, "Do you work for the mafia or something?"

Ira hadn't planned on ever giving him something, that just isn't who she is. She continued walking as Peter joined her. As he commented on the group of guys she glanced at Prter. "I was their problem, and they are my problem. That's all you need to know." She replied easily and as he started going on about his job she made sure to catalog it. As he spoke she knew he was lying, though it wasn't something that was major enough that she would him out on it. She nodded appropriately, though never smiled.

Then he asked if she worked for the mafia or something. "Or something. My job makes mafia thugs seem like kindergartens." She replied and continued walking. She then spotted another HYDRA agent. Her eyes narrowed a touch, she knew something was up. She was being followed. Though as she was analysing the situation she continued her normal appearance as not to alert her followers or Peter.

"So how do the bumper cars work? I've heard of them before but I've never played it myself." She asked curiously. Ira had never even been to an amusement park before. She had never had time when she was younger. In all honesty she didn't have that much time, but Prter was her well deserved break from reality. It really was a shame she didn't know the truth about him, if she did her perspective would've completely altered.

"So after the bumper cars what do you want to do?" She asked him curiously. Her black eyes tested on his eyes. For most this could've been quite intimidating, especially if they knew what she was capable of. There was no true happiness in her eyes, more like there were barriers built up to protect herself from breaking down.

Well, that was a little unnerving. Her stark answer resonated with him on a pretty dark level so he nervously laughed under his breath. She was a knock out, but he was beginning to wonder if she might actually kill him if he did something to displease her.

"Well, you sit in the little car and put your sealbelt on first." he explained, motioning a seatbelt as he did so, "And then you wait for the person at the power booth over there to give everyone a green light. All the cars get power and you press down on the pedal which will make you go. It's like driving but the steering wheel is bonkers and will send you in all different directions. The goal is to just move around and bump into people."

He was proud of his explanation and smiled happily, "It's really fun - not much competition but lots of confrontation."

Looking downwards at her, Peter considered things that she might like, "Well, I like to play the shooting game because you can get some cool prizes from it. I also really like the spinning tea cups and the Ferris Wheel!" suggested excitedly. Much like a puppy, Peter forgot about the danger in her eyes and looked around excitedly, "The food it really good too, and there's roller coasters, and this swing thing where it lifts you up off the ground and spins you around in a big circle. There's a silly house with little games and distortion mirrors. It's just a fun place in all!"

Smiling brightly, Peter nodded with affirmation. Nonchalantly, Peter put a hand in one of his back pockets and wrapped is fingers around the weight of his phone. Deciding that it was not a good idea to carry it in his back pocket, Peter produced it from his jeans and reach inside his jacket to put the phone in the inner pockets. It took a moments to find an empty pocket since the inner pockets on his left were full. So he switched over and slid is cellphone in the inner breast pocket of his jacket.

Ira gazed at Peter and noticed his reaction to what she said. She realized what she said and she stopped. She stopped moving and simply gazed at him. "Peter...." Her voice was soft and then trailed off. Maybe this date wasn't the best idea, it seemed like she was much more content on killing rather then trying to connect with someone. She didn't even understand what kind of relationship they had between them. She thought about what she wanted to say...to ask, but the words never came.

She barely listened to his explanation of bumper cars and instead she thought about her followers. The ones whom she knew would question her later. She couldn't understand what was happening. HYDRA had never followed her like this before, was something wrong? Did they find something out about Peter? Was that why they were there? No, it couldn't have been, could it? She thought to herself and gazed at her companion in deep thought now. Those agents wouldn't be following her like this if it was just nothing, unless they learned something about her.

"Sounds like fun. I always was much better at confrontation rather then competition." She replied and smiled, and acted as if she had been listening the entire time. She then thought over what they could do next she thought for a moment. "We could do the shooting games." She replied. "I've never played those before." She replied and gave a definite nod.

She then gazed at Peter and sighed softly. It was then their turn. She walked forward and got in one of the bumper cars. She glanced back at Peter and waited for him to also choose a bumper car. She shifted then spotted a familiar face. Her eyes narrowed a touch, vile fire she hid the rage she felt towards the man that was gazing right back at her.

((So what have you got planned? Are they going to try to take Peter out?))

"They're pretty great! Usually you find that a lot of the guns they use everywhere else are faulty. Most carnival games are designed to make you loose - but the ones here are pretty fair." he told her with a smile, hoping that he could take her reply as enthusiasm.

Peter followed her happily once it was their turn and found a blue car near Ira, buckling himself in.

Peter had seen the lack of focus on him while he had been talking, it was a sight he was familiar with. Even the people at headquarters hardly listened to him even when he was asked a direct question. He tried to dismiss it, but for some reason it hurt more when Ira ignored him.

Power finally energized the cars, and the automatic locks released. Peter stamped the gas pedal and shot past Ira, taking a sharp turn to his left. The loose controls spun, sending him to the right, which had been his aim in the first place. It was odd how even in a place like Cony Island, he still felt the need to protect people. In his experience, teenagers were some of the worst people in a place like this; the evidence of this was the group of teens crowding around a pair of little girls, who were obviously frustrated and a little afraid.

Wrinkling his nose angrily, Peter pushed the gas pedal down and sent himself towards the group. This was all supposed to be innocent fun, but it stopped being fun when you abused the false sense of superiority some were born with. It was an obvious surprise to everyone when Peter spun himself out, breaking the circle of pubescent jerks in one swipe, letting the younger ones go free.

Obviously, this pissed the group off, and once they got their controls back under hand Peter had the sense to move away. Luckily, it looked like fun from the outside so no one worried, but Peter knew that this was less than a game to these pompous idiots. Then again, it was funny to run circles around them while they tried to hard to understand the controls.

In the end, Peter had won so he just made his way back to Ira as if nothing had happened.

((yes, but Ira isn't gonna let them. It's a fumbling idea that may dissipate ))

Ira gazed Peter as he climbed into the bumper car next to her, snot iced him buckle in the she too buckled in. Within moments the game had started. Ira watched as Peter helped the little girls. She hadn't moved yet. She was searching for someone, but he found her first. Slamming into her side first, she was jolted and he slammed her between the wall. She grunted and shook her head before a practical war waged between the two. It was finally his turn to get slammed into the wall. "What the hell are you doing here?" She growled at him. "Your companion has a secret Ira, a secret the compromise our organization. If you don't eliminate him by sundown, we will eliminate both of you." The man snarled. Ira's eyes were black pits of fury she pulled out her silencer and shot him twice. As his body slumped she disappeared into the mass of people and managed to get back to her starting spot, before Peter got back.

"That was sweet of you." She had then said to Peter, her anger had disappeared and she looked like she always did. Though she remembered what that man had said, that Peter had a secret, one that could compromise their organization. What secret? And how could it be that devastating? She thought as she gazed at Peter. Though her thoughts were interrupted as she got nailed from behind and smacked her head. She groaned as pain laced through her.

The game was then over. The bell had rung, telling them all that they could get out and leave Ira unbuckled herself and hazed around dizzily. This was not good. The guy that hit her, one of the kids that Peter scattered had rammed her in some sort of revenge, he had seen them come in together and figured might as well get back by slamming her into a wall. She glanced up and managed to get out of the car without trouble, though had to pause a moment until her head cleared enough for her to see straight. Was she could, she gazed around for Peter.

The HYDRA agent she had killed was in a corner by all of the other broken cars, so no one noticed the fact that he was still in there. Well that and that he was dead. Which Ira was grateful for. Though there were a lore agents lurking around and she planned on finding all of them. One way or another she was going to protect Peter, she had grown quite attached to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Peter replied innocently, laughing a bit, "I told you these controls are insane!"

The power to the cars was cut when the ride ended, making all of the mini vehicles come to a halt. As disappointing as it was, Peter knew that it was time to move on. He caught up to a still Ira, who seemed a bit dazed, "Too much?" he asked, leaning close to her. Gently he put a hand on her elbow if she needed support.

Snickering zapped his attention, so he took a hasty step back and jammed his heel into the foot of the ruffian that had gone after Ira. He was well aware that she could care for herself, but it ground his anger that the kid had not learned his lesson. After making a big show of apologizing, Peter watched with satisfaction as the unknown grumpily limped away. With a smug look pressed on his face, Peter adjusted his jacket and guided Ira back out into the open.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asked her, putting his hands in his pockets, "Or do you want to go try the shooting games?" he asked. She'd looked slightly shaken, if not a little confused. Perhaps the ride had rattled her a little bit to much?

Ira leaned against him as Peter held her elbow. "I just hit my head." She replied and let him guide her. As he discretely protected her, a shadow of a smile rest on her her lips. Peter really did bring the best out of her, even if he didn't realize it. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Can we sit down for a bit and get some water first?" She asked softly. She had hit her head harder then she realized.

"Thanks Peter." She then said her voice for once lightened up a touch. She sighed softly and once they had reached somewhere where she could sit down, she did so. "Ya know, I think bumper cars isn't my thing." She said trying to make a weak joke. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed softly.

"I think after a drink, I'm good for a round of shooting. That is if you're up it." She replied and the dizzy spell over her had worn off. Now she held a challenge in her coals of black. She had never challenged Peter like this before, so if it wasn't obvious, she was warming up to him more and more.

Peter led her over to a nearby bench and made sure she could sit fine before he sat down next to her, listening carefully.

"Perhaps it's not." Peter said apologetically. He regretted suggesting it now, even if it had been fun for him. He looked up and searched around him for a place he could fetch a bottle of water for Ira. He knew that close by there was a line of vending machines. Certainly he could find a bottle of water for her there.

Looking back at her with a kind smile, Peter laughed lightly, "Nothin' gets you down, does it?" he asked her.

"So do you want me to go get you a water and bring it back, or would you like to go with me?" Peter asked, resting his arm on the back of the bench as he faced her, "Or I could carry you there. I'm good with any of those options. It's up to you." he told her, still smiling happily.

"No not really." She replied and smirked, before leaning back on the bench. She had closed her eyes and sighed softly. She opened them only when he mentioned carrying her. She raised an eyebrow and simply shook her head.

"I think I'm ok." Ira said and stood up though stumbled into him. She huffed and instead sat back down. "Could you grab me a water? I can wait here." She said gently and leaned back once again. Her face held peacefulness, although her head was still spinning.

She sighed softly and opened her eyes once. "Ya know what. I will go with you." She replied and stood up against him. She grabbed ahold of his arm for support once again and leaned against him heavily. "Maybe the whole carrying me idea wouldn't be too bad." She commented meekly and her smile had grown into a small smile, a real smile. Something she had never done before. She touched her lips in shock and blinked up at him and her brow furrowed. "What'd you do to me?" She asked and hit his arm.

Peter opened his arms promptly and caught her as she stumbled into him, holding her by her elbows until she sat down again. Her smile was absolutely lovely, and he grinned back at her while he supported her once more while she stood, "I wasn't joking." he laughed lightly, moving to quite literally pick her up in a lover's carry when she hit his arm.

"W-what?" he asked, clear confusion on his face, "I didn't - What?"

Oh Lord what had he done now? He really hadn't meant for her to get dizzy! He was going to pick her up and everything so he could get her a water, or really whatever she wanted. He would have been willing to bring her whatever she wanted at her request.

"Do you not want me to carry you?" he asked, thinking that maybe she was embarrassed that he was actually planning on carrying her.

Ira's smile disappeared and she felt mor comfortable. She realized his confusion and shook her head. "It's nothing, let's go." She replied and gazed up at him, hiding the embarrassment that swelled inside f her. She then nodded. "No you can pic me up." She replied and wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing he would pic her up.

Ira had sent an icy glare towards one of the HYDRA agents following them. She couldn't help but think that they were just as bad as SHIELD agents. Little did she know how ironic that thought was. "Peter, do you want to go play some of the shooting games after we get something to drink?" She asked gently. Now that she had loosened up a bit she was a bit more open to the idea of going on a date with him, but that wasn't what this was. This was just friends hanging out, right? Right? She thought and ended up getting a bit lost in her thoughts. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.

She didn't say anything, but it was obvious something was on her mind. Something was plaguing her thoughts to the point where she didn't even know what to do about it. She knew they couldn't have a serious relationship, but even having was risky in her line of work. Heck why should she even care? It's not like she has feelings for him, right? Wrong!

Still blatantly confused, Peter obeyed her and scooped her up under her knees and around her waist. This entire act was entirely bizarre to him because she seemed very, tired. He'd never imagined that Ira would tire, so it was strange when she relaxed in his arms. As he walked, he took care not to let her feet be bumped, because he was almost certain she would blame him for that.

"Of course~" he replied with a smile, moving around a lamp post, "The shooting games are some of my favourites - even if they are rigged." he confessed with a vague nod.

She didn't reply, but she did put her head on his shoulder, making him feel very proud and happy that everything had turned out so well. SO he peacefully carried her towards the glowing vending machines and stood before them, "What would you like?" he asked, glancing down at her.

"Don't worry-" he joked, "-I can afford anything." With a light laugh at his pathetic joke, he gently set her down with an arm around her shoulders. Putting his arm around her waist seemed too intimate, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or loose her trust.

Ira rested against him as he lifted her up. She relaxed, which was odd for her, but she did. She relaxed in his arms. She wasn't exactly tired, just tense, which luckily she wasn't showing in the literal sense. Perhaps in some ways she was tired. Tired of being followed and worrying about life and death.

"Rigged games are much more fun to win." Ira replied. Though she was talking about much more than just a game. Not that anyone would ever guess. As they reached the vending machines she opened her dark eyes and gazed at the machines curiously.

Though his pathetic joke made her smirk humorously. She rolled her eyes and shook her head before she felt the ground beneath her feet as he set her down. She leaned against him slightly, not showing any discomfort with how they were.

She gazed into the vending machines and thought over what she wanted. "A red Gatorade and a snickers." She said as she gazed up at him. Admittedly she was also a bit hungry, but she thought the candy bar would hold her over until they decided to go and get something else to eat.

Ira wasn't quite sure what it was about Peter that made her feel almost normal. He made her feel safe and lie a normal teenage girl, which she was, well at least the teenage part of things. Although she knew they were being followed, she didn't bother trying to glare at them icily figuring something would work out, besides they wouldn't try anything, right?

"Good choice." he complimented, drawing his wallet from his jacket, "Red, I think, is the best. Kind of like how blue M&Ms at the best." he related, opening his old blue wallet to pull out two dollar bills.

Peter fed the cash into each individual machine, retrieving her drink and candy. He held her red Gatorade and candy out to her with a warm smile. After she took it, he opened his wallet again and replaced the extra change he now had in the coin pocket inside of the fold. Closing it with a snap, he opened his jacket again and slipped his wallet safely inside.

The weight balanced everything again, pulling the weight off of his badge on the other side of his jacket. His wallet sat below his phone on his right side, and his badge and keys rested on his left, and of course his gun was in it's holster nestled against the small of his back, under his shirt, secured by the waist of his jeans.

"Is it everything you hoped and dreamed of?" Peter asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets, nodding at her Gatorade and candy.

Ira rolled her eyes at him. "M&M's all taste the same." She replied bluntly Though as he gave her what she asked for she thanked him quietly. Ira wasn't use to the feeling that he made erupt in her, she didn't even know how to react. She had become so blown away by this man that she didn't even realize what he was doing to her. Or rather she couldn't comprehend it.

She rolled her eyes at his last commented and smirked at him. "It'll do, I suppose." She teased and opened to candy and took a bite, before offering it to him. She figured he bought it, she might as well let him have a bite if he wanted it. She then struggled to open the Gatorade, but was to stubborn to ask for help. It wasn't that she was too weak, but rather to dizzy to really put the effort into it. She finally gave in and looked at Peter knowing he would help her wordlessly.

Like him she too had her weapon, though she did have a handgun strapped to her thigh under her dress, she was much more of a knife and dagger type of girl, which she had an assortment of. From her necklace, to her hair pins even her boots were hiding blades for her, not that anyone would guess. She gazed at Peter and then felt the lingering eyes and realized they weren't just from HYDRA agents anymore. No there was something different, something more like SHIELD. She glanced around ad handed Peter the Gatorade, not saying anything. "So after this, we're going to the shooting games right?" She asked quietly, not liking this whole bein followed thing.

Peter laughed at her response and graciously took a nibble off of the corner of her candy bar. He didn't want it to see flirty, so he didn't look at her while he bit, and smile afterwards, chewing with his mouth closed. Snickers wasn't his favourite - he much preferred a Payday.

Wihout hesitation, Peter lifted her bottle from her hands and opened it with a single twist. She was strong, so it worried him that she was unable to open the bottle. Perhaps it was just because she was fatigued?

"Of course." he replied, wiping his hands on his jeans to get rid of the condensation on his hands, "Here. We can sit." he told her, gesturing to some benches behind them in the alcove of all the vending machines.

He sat down heavily, throwing his arm up on the back of the bench and looked around. He wasn't tired. He was actually full of energy, but he didn't want to make Ira feel weaker because of his boundless energy.

Ira watched him as he took a bite and rolled her eyes at his smile. As he opened her bottle without an issue, she pouted childishly, though did grumble a thank you. She wasn't exactly the best at showing whether or not she was really grateful.

As he gestured towards on of the benches, she followed him and sat down leaning against him slightly. As she ate and sipped at the Gatorade her dizziness subsided and she began to act more like herself. Although touching wasn't much her thing, Peter had gotten her to like more and thus was rewarded with her resting against him.

She almost envied his boundless spirit, though only to a certain point. It must be uplifting having mundane tasks such as normal people jobs. It must be nice not having to cause so much rucks, yet at the same time she enjoyed what she did. She knew morally it wasn't right and she should probably stop but that was besides the point. She liked causing pain, call her a murderer if you will because she was one, she wasn't a good person not even remotely though that didn't exactly matter did it?

This issue of morality had never been a problem for Peter. He'd always been on the lighter, higher path. Being well-aware of what was right and wrong had always been a strong suit. The irony of that was that he so readily dealt with the dark side, trying to fix every little problem that came his way. For now, he wasn't so concerned with that because he was sitting on a bench in one of his favourite places with a gorgeous and wonderful woman.

He was rather content, and almost didn't want to get up and play games. He wished he could just sit here with her. Well, maybe not here. He was certain that he would rather be watching a movie with her in his apartment. It made him even more happy, and it seemed to glow from him as it usually did in the form of a lovely smile.

Ira gazed up at Peter and saw his goofy grin. She didn't know what he was thinking, but something told her it was about her. Though if only she knew what he thought of her, if he knew the real her it would probably change what he thought completely. After all she wasn't even remotely that wonderful and gorgeous woman he wanted and deserved and yet she refused to let him go. Although she was cruel she did know when she had something good and Peter was her good.

She wasn't in a huge hurry to move either. She gazed up at his smile and although she didn't smile with her lips, her eyes for once showed a real emotion, joy. She finished her snickers bar and sat leaned against him. If thy did go play a game, she almost wanted to go pretend she didn't know how to shoot a gun so he could wrap his arms around her just to show her...wait what? Why was she fantasizing about this? She was an agent she couldn't want this, right?

Unconsciously Peter rested his cheek on top of her head when she leaned against him, unaware that he had even done it until he felt his cheek getting warmer. Surprised that he hadn't been stabbed, he slowly lifted his head.

"Ready?" he asked, turning his head downwards slightly.

He mapped out the easiest way to get to the shooting range, considering that he might have to carry her again. Not that there was any protest to that, but it was just a sweet precaution. He wondered if he should try to impress her with his actual skills, or if he should play it cool and be goofy. Maybe a bit of both? Faking his skill as beginners luck seemed like a good idea. He hadn't blown his cover thus far, and was hoping to keep it that way.

To say the least Ira didn't exactly enjoy the contact, but at the same time she didn't hate it. Plus she was too involved in her head right then to really pay attention. She then looked up at as he gazed down and realized how close they were to each other. "Oh um...yeah." She said meekly and stood up.

"I'm fine now, the Gatorade and Snickers helped." Ira said to him and offered her hand to him as she stood. She wasn't sure whether or not she was going to pretend she could shoot or not, then again what if he sucked? She shaking her head slightly she waited for him and smirked lightly, knowing what she was going to do.

Establishing that they were equals, Peter took Ira's hand and stood up (though he was careful not to pull on her).

"I'm glad." he replied with a bright smile, "Maybe we can get some real food afterwards! I know great places and I would pay to make everything easier for you, of course." he chattered, walking along with her.

"I know the area well, and I'm sure we could get somewhere good without any problem." he commentated, stretching his arm very carefully around her to rest lightly on her shoulder. He had no intention of trying to make a move and be inappropriate, but he was hoping that eventually she would let him hold her close. He had often imagined himself cuddling on the couch in his apartment with a big bowl of popcorn watching something funny with lots of action in it. Having his arm lightly around her seemed like a good baby step towards that vision.

((It's cool babe))

Ira, although not ecstatic about the contact, didn't flinch away from him as he took her hand in his. "Sure, that sounds...nice." Her voice was gentler, but still wasn't exactly warm.

As he continued to talk, she only half listened, though still managed to retain some of what he was trying to say. As he rested his arm on her shoulders, she glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow at him. To most her gaze could've been chilling, but she knew he would get that although not exactly pleased, she wasn't exactly unpleased at the same time. She smirked and let him stay like that within his fantasies, not realizing how that could very well become a reality with him.

After a couple minutes of walking, they had reached the most popular shooting game, that was most definitely rigged. Immediately they were bombarded with a man asking Peter if he wanted to win the pretty lady a prize to take home for only a dollar. Rolling her eyes, Ira gazed up at him and tilted her head curiously.

((Once again, I did not get a notification. I'll have to keep an eye on this thread.))

Peter let out a lively chuckle and shrugged slightly, "Well, I'm not the best shot, and it will probably take me a few tries - but I have faith that I will eventually get a prize."

Clearing his throat, he lifted his arm off of Ira and reached for his wallet. After opening the worn leather, Peter drew out a dollar. Earlier he had decided that if it was head's up, he would fake beginner's luck, if it was heads down, he would purposefully make an oaf of himself, and win by sheer "luck". Either way he won and got out of it without giving anything suspicious away.

"Here you are my good man." Peter said brightly, glancing down at the dollar - it was heads up.

Taking the semi-automatic, and harshly rigged and weighted pistol in his hands Peter let out a chuckle, "Sure hope I don't shoot my eye out!" he laughed and lifted the pistol upwards. The barrel was slightly pointed, only just. However it was enough to through the aim off of anyone if they didn't notice it upon picking it up. It was air triggered, and the trigger jiggled, indicating that it was also a little loose inside to screw with everyone's aim. After taking in all this within a matter of moments as he pretended to find a target, Peter shot.

It was amazing, really. He had been hoping to HIT the target since the fake firearm was so tampered with. With a combination of luck and hidden skill, he had actually nailed it in the middle.

"Whoa!" he hollered, "Did you SEE that? Ira!" he laughed, setting the fake firearm down, "Oh my GOSH!"

Ira watched him as he seemed to hesitate before shooting. Though the racket he made afterwards made her roll her eyes. "Ok teach me how to shot." She told him, wanting to play the game herself. Plus she figured he'd be overly pleased to pay for her to play, just so her could wrap his arms around her. After all, it was fairly obvious that was all he wanted to do.

Ira would lay her cards down and pretend not to know how to shoot a gun, she would purposely miss, to test it out, the she would ask...why did she already have this all planned out? This wasn't a mission, it was a date and yet...

She shook her head of the mild confusion and blinked, realizing that she was staring up at Peter. She didn't blush, but was slightly embarrassed. Instead she waited for an answer, hoping he'd agree so she could follow through with her unnecessary plan.

it's cool simply

"T-t-teach?" Peter asked, nearly dropping the dollar he handed over to the man in the booth for her to shoot. His perfect plan was about to fall apart. He had known everything about the pistol from years of diligent training. IF he told her how he got a good shot, then she would KNOW that something was going on.

"I think I got lucky, but I'll try." Peter chuckled, "Well, the first thing is that you shouldn't let your arms go to loose or you might get smacked in the face." he explained, refusing to put his arms around her. He showed her the proper position for her arms by using his hands, "There, good! And then you look down the barrel, the top part. There's a little bump-thing at the very end of the barrel. What you want to do is point that bump at your target, and then line the parts here with that bump." he loosely explained, only giving her little touches in her arms and around her.

He felt a cool pressure roll over his body, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Instinctively, he looked around and surveyed the area around them, meeting several gazes unintentionally. These gazes were unfriendly, making Peter's hand roam to his back underneath his jacket, grazing the firearm nestled against the small of his back. As a precaution, Peter moved to stand behind Ira, just in case. He had no idea what these tense gazes were for, but he wanted to keep her safe no matter what.

Ira immediately heard the shock and knew he was trying to think of something. He was hiding something from her. As he showed her how to hol the gun she did it and within two seconds she knew every flaw acquainted with her 'weapons of choice'. She shot, purposely missing. "Aww...can I try a gain?" She asked and glance back at him and smirked as she saw the HYDRA agents tailing them. This was going to be interesting. "Ya know what maybe we should go do something else. I think the stuffed animal you got is perfect." She said and set the gun down before kissing his cheek.

Now she was purposely playing with fire. She knew that this wasn't going to end well but eith what she's seen so far she knew that the man she killed earlier was telling the truth about Peter. After all he had sensed the 'danger' and moved to put himself between her and it. She figured that whatever he was hiding would be both shocking and yet anti-climatic. She hooked her arm through his again and sent an icy glare towards every single trailing agent, daring them to try do something. She may have only been a trainee, but that was only due to her age. Ira was a dangerous little girl and every single agent there knew it.

She wasn't about to let them hurt Peter, but at the same time she wasn't too inclined on protecting him. After all, if he flipped out after seeing the real her he was as good as dead anyways.

Ira was cold and calculating. She knew what battles to fight and which ones she should sit back and watch how they play out. She had no real preference to sides. Though SHIELD had too many rules for her taste.

((It makes me smile that Peter knows something it wrong and doesn't think that it has anything to do with Ira, and Ira knows that someone is going to try to kill Peter, but doesn't think there's anything special about Peter himself.))

"Ah...s-sure." Peter replied hastily and reached for his wallet. He was stopped when she suggested they go do something else. It made him smile to think that she liked the prize he had won for her, and he turned a delighted shade of pink when she kissed his cheek.

"Where would you like to go?" Peter asked, tucking the stuffed animal under his arm, reached far enough that he knew he could still reach the pistol hugging his back. His mind raced with places that he could hide her, the house of mirrors coming to him first, "Do you want to stay here, or leave and go elsewhere?" he asked , trying to determine what she wanted to do while considering that he wanted to also keep her safe.

Surly these suspicious people were here because of his SHIELD status. He couldn't go anywhere these days after the Loki incidents.

so sorry I thought I had replied to ths already
((that makes me smile too. they are too cute))

Ira noticed his cheeks and smirked at the blush. She hadn't smiled quite yet during their what she supposed be considered a date. She wasn't much of a smiler, but so far Peter had come the closest to making her smile, which is probably something she hasn't since before she killed her parents, which is farther back than she can really remember except vaguely recalling be content.

"The house of mirrors looks like fun, I've never been inside of one before." Ira replied earnestly and hoped he agreed. She didn't realize he had already had that in mind. She watched another couple walking past, she watched nonchalantly and secretly. She gnawed on her lip, before doing the exact same thing. She put Peter's arm around her shoulders and leaned against him. Se liked this spot. It was comfortable, plus it helped keep her warm as she was starting to get cold.

She knew that he would blatantly react positively to this, which n some ways would be good. She knew that if they got separated within the mirror house she could briefly slip out to settle some things before finishing her 'date' with Peter. She did really like him even though she didn't show it. He calmed her unruly spirit and that was something she needed.

Simply?