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A/N: Yeah, so fast updates will get even faster if you review because I have a low self-esteem.
Six Weeks Later
The morning after Sam and Mercedes' encounter, Sam had brought her breakfast and a request for a round six (or seven- he was bad with numbers). After their quick morning romp, Sam Evans cuddled Mercedes Jones, and wondered just where this wonderful woman lived, so he could know where he would have to restart his life. When he asked and was answered he almost fist pumped (but didn't because he was worn out), because she was also a New Yorker.
Mercedes remembered this moment as she walked with Sam, holding onto him tightly as he spoke animatedly about the most recent Spider-Man film. She gripped his torso as they moved away from the tilt-a-whirl at the carnival that was currently in town. She wasn't able to walk straight after that ride, and not because of the speed, but Sam, and those fucking fingers. (The two lovers could not and would not keep their hands off of each other.)
She noticed that Sam had stopped talking about Peter Parker and began going on about the shooting game that was a few paces away from them. Looking down at Mercedes Sam asked,"Wanna try?" She couldn't say no because his face. As Sam paid the man working the stand, Mercedes considered just how lousy she would have to be at the game in order to boost her poor boyfriend's ego.
She decided she would be terrible.
And she was, practically flinging the "bullets" at targets that only she could see. Sam stood behind and gave a quick "Better luck next time" speech as she forced a pout.
Sam eagerly collected the gun from her small brown hands and lifted the gun to his face, shutting an eye and shooting almost like a pro.
Almost.
Mercedes picked up the gun again as Sam collected his prize and shot like the killer she was. Every target in the booth was done for as the booths bell began to chime out, signaling her perfect score.
"Beginners luck," sulked Sam, and the expressions on their faces were reversed.
"Yeah," smirked Mercedes as she watched Sam throw his small stuffed dog into the East River and held on tightly to the giant purple teddy bear that she had won for herself. "Beginner's luck."