“They’re cute,” Emma hummed, wine glass in hand, to Kate Bishop who stood beside her. Kate followed her gaze—eyes landing on a person across the room.

A small grumbled left her lips as she shook her head in disagreement. “Emma. They likes baseball games. They’ve worn the same uniform for years. They drink milk. Besides, I don’t think heroic avenger is quite your type.”

Emma let out a small chuckle, pushing her shoulders back as she handed Kate her glass. “We’ll have to see,” the mutant quickly crossed the crowded floor of the gala, elbowing celebrities out of her way until she got to the person of her interest.