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Valkyrie was more excited about this whole Rapture thing than she would ever admit. It was new and exciting and best of all it was dangerous. The dangerous part was what she was absolutely not admitting to anyone because she recognized that it probably wasn't healthy.

It didn't stop her from making plans with Jessica though to go explore the place. Jess was just as eager to go as she was, although she was more curious about what sort of technology and supplies were down there and where everyone was coming from. Which was, you know, sort of exciting in a boring way.

Before they were about to head down though, Valkyrie had something for Jess.

"I got this for you," she said, handing her a bundle wrapped in plain brown paper. "It's, um, an explorer outfit."

The crimson color had been a pain to match, especially since she had only seen Jessica's costume the once, but she was sure she was close. There were red cargo trousers with lots of pockets for storage, a red and white striped tank top, a matching jacket, and some red boots to top it all off. It had taken her forever to put the outfit together, mostly because it was a pain to find stuff in the right color and size as well as be flexible for all the acrobatics Jess might need to do. It was similar to Valkyrie's own outfit, only hers was in black and her trousers were a bit less practical and she had a katana slung across her back.

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"I wouldn't," Valkyrie agreed, before amending with, "Probably. I would, however, pretend to just to freak you out a bit."

She liked looking at Jessica, but that really wasn't what attracted her most. Or first. The looking was kind of a bonus, although Valkyrie was honest enough to admit that if Jessica was hideous that they probably wouldn't be dating.

"A poster doesn't have a super brain or witty quips or an encyclopedic knowledge of pop culture. It isn't selfless and it doesn't put itself in danger to save others. Which are all the traits you possess that I lay in bed at night thinking about with a stupid grin on my face that I will not admit to in public."

"So I'm fine until Jessica Drew from the poster dimension shows up," I say, nodding along, the studied nonchalence kinda taking a hit from the pleased blush. "How did I luck out with a girlfriend like you? I swear, my luck doesn't usually run to this. A hulk once punched me right into the floor, that's how my luck usually runs."

There was the blush that Valkyrie adored so much. She would try for it a lot more if she wasn't worried that Jessica would built up some sort of immunity to the sayings that would make her blush.

"I think I am the payback for all the terrible luck you had before. I am equally as amazing as all the bad things you have had or will have happen to you. And you, obviously, are my reward for saving the world a few times."

"Well good job, karma, finally doing something right," I say, deciding not to try and tally up said bad things. We'll just take it as read. "Now if some of that luck extends down to Rapture, we'll be fine."

I almost said 'to a drama-free trip,' but let's be honest, I'm not entirely for that. I do swing around and do the superhero thing, I like a little excitement in these things. Serious harm, no, interesting situations, for certain.

"I really hope something interesting happens," Valkyrie said, the words sort of rushing out all at once. It wasn't really the most considerate thing to hope for, some kind of trouble, but she felt a bit on edge holding it in, like she wasn't sure if that made her a bad person.

"Is that bad? I feel like it might be bad, but I just... I am not used to living the quiet life on an island. That was my life the first 12 years of my life and I wasn't a fan of it."

"It's not bad," I say, and then reconsider. "...it might be bad, but it's understandable bad. It's a bad I also feel. I mean, as we've already covered, skintight costume, punching guys in mechanical rhino suits. I also am used to a little less mangos and a little more Mango-Man the Juice Powered Supervillain."

Valkyrie felt better knowing that Jessica felt the same way. Almost a sense that if Jess felt it, then it couldn't be all that bad. Now she wondered if it was bad to rely so much on someone else as a moral compass. That could be thoughts for another day.

"Do you think if we were in the same world it would be a sort of comedy of errors if neither of us knew about the others secret life? We'd always be dashing off mid-date or cancelling dates to deal with some sort of crisis."

"We'd be a total sitcom," I say, nodding along, wide-eyed at the realization. "Wacky antics everywhere."

I throw up my hands in mock dismay. "Good job, Cain, now I'll never be truly happy, because I know our relationshop could have been so much more." I pause, consider whether the idea that follows is ridiculous, and then decide to go with it because what is my life if not, you know, ridiculous. "...do you think we could have a pretend wacky antics date?"

"Normally I don't really do wacky antics," Valkyrie admitted. Antics, maybe, but not wacky. Usually witty antics, if that was such a thing. But for Jess though? She could absolutely do wacky antics.

"But I think we can manage that sometime no problem."

"Yesss," I say, with a fistpump. "You're the best. We're on. Not today, though, Rapture seems best handled with... a minimum of antics."

"Minimum antics," she said, smiling over at Jessica. She really was adorable. And pretty, which wasn't fair. Valkyrie knew that she was pretty, but no one would ever say she was adorable.

"Totally in detective sorcerer mode now. All business. Mostly business with some snark. Business related snark."

"That's right, missy, don't let me hear you cracking any non-business related jokes," I say, because, okay, expecting there to be no jokes is a bit much. I'd be a hypocrite, anyway, I'm big on the humor as defense mechanism and combat strategy.

Although hopefully no combat strategies are going to be needed, this time.

"And there's our creepy caves to the creepy transport to the creepy city. So, I am an innocent science-girl and you are my bodyguard detective, yeah? For ITF purposes."

"Of course," said, putting her arm around Jessica's waist and giving her a quick hug before moving away. She had been pretty sure that Jessica would be on board with the business related jokes.

"And I promise to protect my delicate flower, genius of a girlfriend," she said with a nod. "No harm will probably come to you while we're down there. Possibly minor harm, I'm not responsible for stubbed toes or things like that."

I let out a bit of a laugh, delighted at the absurdity of delicate flower because I might not be She-Hulk but still, not so much with the delicate. Which was the joke. Obviously.

"Oh, no, if I catch my big toe on a table that you didn't get out of my way, I'm holding you responsible and insisting you kiss it better," I say. "I'm a delicate flower."