Dinner with Diana is always a nice time when we can do it. It's harder to do than we wished for, even after I became her pseudo-sidekick since between her work with the Thunderbolts and my never-ending crusade to keep new york safe we're kept very busy. And that's just the hero work, don't even get me started on our lives outside of the cape!
But none of that is a worry right now. The only thing to worry about now, if you can even call it a worry, is to keep dancing with Diana in her kitchen, stepping to the soft sway of the music wafting through the walls of her apartment and just holding each other close while we wait for the meatloaf in the oven to finish. Just like always, her every movement comes naturally and I'm just an uncoordinated mess. But that's about par for the course as far as white boy dancing goes.
We're sitting on the couch in pajamas with our legs tangled together under a blanket, some uninteresting and unimaginative crime drama playing on the TV, all of the cliche lines overshadowed by the sounds of her laughter.
"And after they were done going on about the 'power of stilt and kite together' or whatever, DD had to beat them up by himself cause Me and Johnny were in too much pain from laughter to be of any real help." I finish the story, stuffing more food in my mouth.
"By Zeus, those two are fools alone. Teamed up, they must be the dream team of Wonder Land!" Diana covers her mouth while a few tears escape from her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, I can see a new sinister six forming!" I start with a wave of my hands." Stilt-man, the Condiment King, Clock King, Captain Boomerang and the Polka-Dot man, all being lead by Batroc the Leaper, of course." The beautiful woman lets out another snicker before saying.
"This sounds more like plans to start the next Dark Thunderbolts." We both laugh a bit longer before quieting down to a comfortable silence. "What garbage is this?" She asks while reaching for the remote.
"Hard to notice something this bad when you're around," I tell her, getting a smile in return. She flips through channels, finding a whole lot of nothing before landing on MTV.
"Why do they still call themselves a music channel if all they show is reality shows?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know, but if you're looking for a good music video, maybe those ERB guys would have you." I chuckle. She turns off the TV and stands, her nightgown showing more leg when she stretches her arms above her head.
"I don't know about that, but I do think it's time for us to go perform a duet." She expressed before picking me up from the couch and heading for the bedroom.