I remember writing this scene at the height of so much angst in the world, where everyone was shouting opinions into the void and not many were really listening. So maybe this was me standing up to that feeling of the world telling us what we should or shouldn't think and do. I just remember viscerally seeing Falcon and Ophelia in this muddy alley, him cocksure and spinning a story, her throwing it right back at him with this remark that would launch a nickname readers have slid into my DMs crushing over. This sort of metaphor for him giving her the strength she needs in moments she's faltering, when she doubts herself or the world is shouting she can't be or do something. This was really the moment I knew Falcon and Ophelia were true equals. They were going to challenge each other, push each other, and maybe even wreck each other (or the opposite). Time would tell.
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