A Super Gift
Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.
Spoilers: Season 2's "Hero."
Author's Note: Just something fun. :)
"Hey Magnus, I've got those reports you-whoa!"
"That is an appropriate word for it, isn't it?"
"Um, do I even want to know how he knew your size?"
"It's spandex Will, I believe a vague idea is all that is needed."
"And the stretch will take care of the rest, huh?"
"Quite. Though I feel the need to question Walter's ability to fully account for a woman's curves," she sighed with a smile, obliviously stretching the top portion of the suit across her, touching the deep shimmering blue material about her waist experimentally as she did so.
Curves indeed, he couldn't help but think appreciatively.
"So, you gonna try it on?"
The words leave his mouth before he can stop them, but he manages to pull off a smile as her eyes shoot up to meet his, first in surprise, then in knowing amusement. They're good at this, this game of banter, of pushing each other, seeing who will back down first, and he realizes now just how much he's missed it since, well, since everything that's happened.
"As much as I appreciate the sentiment behind the gift, running around in nothing but skin-tight spandex is rather hazardous in our work environment. I'm afraid this particular thank-you will be sentenced to the back of my closet, for the time being."
"For the time being?" He sees it for the bait it is, but he can't begrudge that enigmatic smile and sparkle in her eye, it's been a while since he's seen either.
"Well, yes, one never knows when such a costume might come in handy."
He can imagine, however, and he knows that she knows he can by the devilish smirk her smile has turned into. Check and mate. Damn, she's good.
He can feel the blush spread on his face, but the least he can do is try and get the last word.
"You know, you're right. Maybe I can ask Walter to get one for me too."
Placing his long forgotten reports on her desk and snatching the suit from her hands before she can object, he stretches it's top across his own chest, the emblazoned gold "M" in the center widening absurdly.
"What do you think? Good look for me right?"
Her first response was to roll her eyes disparagingly at him, her second was a request that he go find someone else to harass.
"Fine, fine. Oh, and thanks for the gift Magnus, I've got a wall in my office where it'll look great."
Superhero suit in tow, he's already out of her office when he finally hears her.
"Will, come back here! Will!"