While Daredevil spoke with the detained Mandalorian, the rest of the Avengers, save for two, pursued their own activities on Coruscant for the time being.
Sam was in the private quarters of the Jedi Temple with Scott and Hope, the three of them passing time in conversation while making adjustments to their suits.
At this point, Steve and Rhodes had left Coruscant alongside Obi-Wan and Aayla Secura, the group temporarily dispatched to Mandalore.
The three knew that Matt was interrogating Bo-Katan, Natasha was with Mara, and Peter was in the library again.
As for Pietro...
Senate Building
A door opened, revealing Senator Riyo Chuchi, who let out a tired sigh as she walked into her private office within the Senate building.
It had been another day of pointless debate in the Senate chamber, the entire session focused on the war.
Honestly, she was growing weary of all this talk of warfare, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She was the representative of her people.
She had been chosen for this position and would fulfill her duties conscientiously.
But if Chuchi wanted something—or rather, someone—to help relieve that pressure, she would gladly set aside her responsibilities.
Right on cue...
A moment later, Riyo found herself swept off her feet by an invisible figure moving too quickly to be identified.
However, instead of panicking like most people would, Chuchi laughed delightedly and threw her arms around Pietro Maximoff's neck.
"Finally," the Pantoran exclaimed. "I thought you'd never show up."
"Oh, hush," Riyo said playfully, pulling him closer and kissing him passionately. "I missed you."
"I know," Pietro said with characteristic arrogance.
Chuchi gave him a sultry smile. "And what am I to you?"
"Absolutely irresistible," Pietro replied, their foreheads touching.
Chuchi couldn't help but blush at the look Maximoff gave her—she felt heat rising in her cheeks that made her look away shyly.
"So what does the lady wish her humble servant to do to spirit her away from this dreary place?" Pietro asked, taking her in his arms and making her giggle.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you could take me somewhere I don't have to deal with all the pointless politics here."
Pietro adopted a thoughtful expression.
"I'm not sure yet. But I think something can be arranged," Pietro said, his eyebrows raising slightly in a way that made Chuchi blush at the subtle implication.
She patted his shoulder gently, and Pietro simply smiled in response before pecking her lips again.
"What might that be, my lady?" Pietro said, embracing the Senator once more.
Riyo gave him her most coy and seductive look, tracing her fingers along his jawline. "Perhaps back to my apartment?"
Pietro flashed her a roguish grin. "Deal."
In an instant, her office became a blur, accompanied by a brief giggle carried on the wind.
Chuchi could hardly believe anyone else could understand her position. A senator like herself being involved with someone like Pietro. People would consider it scandalous—a relationship with someone from such a different background.
Back in the Senate building, Padmé sneezed loudly.
"Must be catching a cold," the Naboo Senator said, reaching for a tissue.
"Mistress Padmé, may I fetch you something for your comfort?"
"Naboo tea, C-3PO," Padmé said with a grateful smile.
As the protocol droid went to retrieve her requested beverage, Padmé glanced back at her workstation and continued her daily routine.
Beyond the current war against the Separatists, the situation on Mandalore weighed heavily on her mind. These concerns often kept her awake most nights.
The Senator sighed wearily, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her temples.
She truly hoped this devastating war would end soon, though she knew it would be naive to expect it to conclude quickly.
Padmé turned her chair to face her office window and gazed out at Coruscant's cityscape. Her eyes drifted across the countless buildings and traffic lanes of the planet-city until they settled on a distinctive structure with five tall spires.
The Jedi Temple.
Unconsciously, she placed her hand over her heart, touching the special necklace her husband had crafted for her.
She sometimes despised all these secrets and the Jedi Code's restrictions on attachments. She longed to be free with the man she loved most in this galaxy without all the complications.
As she continued staring at the Temple, her thoughts shifted to the other unique group currently residing at the Jedi Order's headquarters.
The Avengers had certainly made quite an impression in their brief time in the galaxy, and Padmé suspected their influence here was only beginning.
After a while, her office door opened and she turned to see that C-3PO had returned not only with her tea, but also with her dear friends Mon Mothma and Bail Organa.
"Bail? Mon?" Padmé said, surprised. "How are you both?"
"We're well, old friend," Bail said with a warm smile. "But as you know..."
"Politics has a way of draining one's energy," Mothma observed knowingly, and all three senators shared a laugh.
"Some days—maybe most days—nothing of consequence happens," Padmé remarked.
"That in itself is a small miracle," Organa responded with good humor. "I swear I see more gray hair every morning."
Padmé and Mothma laughed at the Alderaan Senator's self-deprecating wit.