Both. I can't promise to sweep you off your feet but like I said before, I can give you a piggyback ride.

[ she is not a romantic by any means; she's fairly certain that neither of them are. it is, after all, kind of hard to be when you don't have time to go to the movies, or be spontaneous and just decide to go dinner tomorrow night when she doesn't know where she'll even be six hours from now. but maybe she'll dig more into his past then.

being on the run makes it so that she has to make the most of stolen moments like these — the only reason she's in his bed in the first place is because she happened to still be in the area. and because she was injured, and his place was conveniently there.

she keeps her pinky wrapped around his for several moments, fascinated by the contrast in temperature in comparison to hers. ]

I have a question. Sorry if it comes off as insensitive.

[ with their pinkies still hooked and without a second thought, she presses her knuckles against his to feel around his thumb with the pad of her own, unabashedly. it's all vibranium, it's cold and it's hard but — she still feels like she's touching him. ]

What does this feel like? Does it feel like the real thing?