|| Solo? 🤔

“Hail Natasha.” Goodnight.

“So this is the fall of the Cosmic Ghost-rider?”

“Apparently his will wasn’t strong enough.”

“No doubt, but he wasn’t always.. Mentally strong. He’s one of the few Riders you’ll be able to get.”

I demand: alcohol

Snaps his fingers, sparks coming off as he held his hand out for the drink.

“Sparky? Am I one of your cats now, crazy cat lady?” His optics roll.

“Good, Sparky is a good DOG name.” He motions for the bottle.

“But you love spiders.” A gloved hand took it from her, pouring a good portion of it straight down his throat.

As the bottle shattered, Robbie sighed but a spark was lit in his eyes. Eli was telling him something. “Es broma, chica.”

Roberto knew how touchy it was. And how touchy they’ve been before, that right there, was a perfect opportunity to see her feral side. “Es muy gracioso, relajarse jaina.”

Robbie finally gave in, sighing as he put his hands up with a wild grin. Nodding slightly as he took his gloves off, alcohol now on them. “You are crazy, mujer. I dig it. Very ballsy.”

He wiped the gloves off, then put them in his jacket pocket. “So, how’ve you been, Cat?”

“Likewise. And don’t you know I have a name?” The older Reyes stood, taking short and slow steps around the table. Obviously bored.

“Robbie. Roberto. Reyes.” His gaze becomes unfriendly and quite upset. “Do not compare to that flaming tool.”

“Whatever, chica.” Except in all reality, Reyes didn’t see it as an insult. Just something to make her feel better, then he got up and got another bottle of alcohol.

How it should have ended. 👏 #AvengersEndgame