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The Roof, Wednesday night

So Sam was a TA now.

That couldn't end well.

She came up to the roof right around sunset with a golf club and a bucket full of little foam Nerf balls. She set herself up at the edge of the roof, peering over for any passersby. Then she set the first ball on the roof, warmed up her hips, and took a swing.

"Fore!"

She looked over again to see if she'd managed to hit someone.

"Damn, just a squirrel."

[ooc: yes, Sam is hitting foam balls at people and things from the roof. They are soft and smooshy! Open! Any threads that aren't

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Freddie couldn't really blame Sam for the whole 'avoiding this conversation' thing. He'd not exactly sought her out for it... at least, not until now.

When he found her on the roof, he had to tilt his head for a moment. It was a bit easy to get distracted when it came to Sam.

"Why are you hitting nerf balls off the roof?" he asked.

Sam looked up, slinging her golf club over her shoulder. "'Cause I couldn't find any golf balls."

Sam Puckett, ladies and gentlemen.

"Right," Freddie said, decided to just leave that at that. In terms of Sam's hobbies, that was just... par for the course, really.

"So if I ask if we can have that important conversation now, are you going to hit me with the club?"

It was an important question.

Sam considered that, looking down at her golf club. "Eh. Probably just one of the balls."

She wasn't kidding, but she wouldn't hit him with more than one.

"Well... we need to have that talk," Freddie said, putting up his hands to protect his face, just in case. "And I will try and stop you if you try to run for the stairs."

He'd try. But he knew he'd not be able to stop her.

Sam threw the ball -- and missed.

Because she doubled over, laughing.

"Benson, I could flip you over my shoulder without breaking a sweat."

"Well... yeah," Freddie said, finding himself smiling. "You could. But I might... slow you down for a moment or something."

"But seriously, can we talk about this whole you-kissing-me thing? I kind of feel like we've been avoiding it forever."

"Hey, you kissed me back. That's not all on me."

She'd just, you know, started it.

"Yeah, well, you... started it," Freddie said. This was not exactly how he'd pictured this conversation going. "And I wanted to know if that, you know, meant anything."

"Well . . . did it?" Sam knew it had on her end, but she was still too prickly to come right out and say it, just yet.

"I... want it to," Freddie said, a little hesitant to open up himself. "But if it was just on me, then I can totally put that aside. I mean, it's not like I've not done that before or anything."

He was totally failing at this conversation and he knew it.

Yeah, Sam had seen him do that before, even.

"Alright fine," she said, as though it'd been dragged out of her. "I like you, okay? Kind of . . . like that."

"And I'm pretty sure I like you like that too," Freddie said, taking a tentative step closer to Sam. "So... do we want to try, you know, being a thing?"

Sam shrugged. "It could be fun?"

Freddie shrugged too. "What's the worst that could happen?" he said.

But now he was smiling, too.

"Right." Sam smiled back. "We should kiss on it."

"I am very okay with that," Freddie said, taking another step closer to Sam. "I'd even say I'd really like that."

"Yeah?" Sam set down her golf club. "Then let's do this."

Freddie didn't need to be told twice. He'd been kind of wanting this ever since the whole initial kissing incident.

And so, he leaned in to kiss Sam. And this time, well, it felt even more right.

And hey, now that they'd finally cleared things up, they could totally do this sort of thing all the time!

Sam had to admit, maybe serious talks didn't have to be terrible.

"Seriously?!" Someone was just getting back to the dorms after a day spent working on certain secret things. And getting hit by a Nerf ball on his way across the dorm lawn was not what he was expecting.

Sam grinned. "Fore!" she called belatedly.

"Shouldn't you say that before?" Tony shouted up at the roof. Because he was a fan of pointing out the obvious.

Sam made a show of thinking about this.

"Nah!"

Tony rolled his eyes ever so maturely. "Just cut it out."

Sam hit another ball at him.

"You're not the boss of me!"

"HEY!" Tony raised his hands to deflect the ball before glaring up at her. "I said stop it!"

Sam hit four more in quick succession. They wouldn't be super well aimed.

"Oh, oops, were you still there?"

Tony responded by chucking a few of the balls right on back up at her. Hey, maybe those training sessions with Mr. Rogers were paying off.

"Ball fight!" Sam cheered, and hit another one down at him.

"It's not a fight!" It was totally a fight.

"You're just saying that 'cause I'm winning!"

"ARE NOT!"

Oh, she so was. How the mighty superheroes had fallen.

Down came three more balls in quick succession.

"HEY!" Tony chucked them right on back. Because this was the most mature response to a fight ever.

It certainly wasn't discouraging Sam. "Woo!" She hit another one down. "You can't hit me!"

Tony groaned in frustration, breaking for the door. "I'm not going to forget this!" he called back.

"Then you'll know I always win!" Sam called back. "FORE!"

*thwack*

"Dammit, bunny!"

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