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How could I ever object to spending more time with you.

[Maybe even more so, in the darkness of a movie theater. Tasting the salt and sticky drinks on her lips in the deep shadows. He grins-]

Are you that certain that you could kick my ass, Daisy? I fight dirty.

[Not with powers, and it's a tease, his fingers trailing gently up her side.] I would not say no to training with you.

It's a little of both. He is very good at hand to hand combat.

[Daisy’s smile grows as his fingers trail up her side,]

I know you do, I like that about you.

[They’re not talking about fighting anymore, are they?]

I think we definitely should. You know, so we’re better prepared on missions.

[That’s totally the reason.]

Are you guys using your powers when you train?

[There's on opening there, to ask for compliments. To widen the bond already building between them, to give truth for truth with Daisy on the bed, surrounded by the scent of her and the soft sheets she sleeps with. But he doesn't, lets the moment pass as he watches her face. Imprinting the shape of her eyes and the tilt of her mouth as she smiles.]

If you want to fight me, all you need to do is ask.

[His fingers travel over her until she's wrapped up in his arms.]

No, the point is to fight without powers. How knows what we might encounter on one of the missions. Opening displaying powers might be detrimental to the overall goal.

[Daisy’s smile grows at his teasing.]

Okay. How’s Monday, around seven AM work for you?

[She never thought she’d be an early bird, until she started working for SHIELD. Not that she sleeps a lot in general these days.

Daisy won’t openly admit to it, but she loves when he holds her like this. It makes her feel safe.]

Yeah, but, throwing people back thirty feet is way more fun.

[She agrees with him though, which is why she says it sarcastically.

Even if it is true.]

I will always make time for you, seven AM will do nicely.

[He gets up before the sun, which mean absolutely nothing in a place like this. He rarely sleeps more than a couple of hours, but Daisy might even be aware of that, with the times he's spent laying next to her. Mostly just watching her breathing, thinking about nothing at all as he- adapts.

Makes room somewhere he can't quite put his finger on, for someone such as her. With her wild powers and her bright smiles, the way her hands linger against his arm and how she so willingly melts against him.]

Ah- yes, there is that, but sparring isn't for seriously injuring someone. And I already know how to use my powers.

[He can be really sweet with her when he wants to be, even if he doesn't always show it when others are around.

Daisy laughs softly, not disagreeing with him but just thinking about the time she was sparring with Billy and he took it way too far.]

Usually.

But, dont worry, I'll take it easy on you.

Only usually? Just how badly do you want to kick my ass, Daisy?

[Still soft, still teasing because- because he can do that. There's no Baghra waiting with her cane, no army looking at their leader and expecting him to never fail. There's just Daisy, warm and wide-eyed, wearing the gift he managed to get her.]

I don't know- maybe I don't want you to take it easy on me. Fight me as long as you are able.

[Eyebrows lifting in surprise, Daisy presses her lips to keep herself from smiling too big.]

I don't think you understand what you just agreed to.

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I saw you stabilize a building with your bare hands.

[His smile widens, eyes sparkling.]

I'm not scared of you, Daisy.

That's where you're wrong.

[Daisy's hand slides up his arm, turning in his arms until her face is close to his, eyes dipping down to look at his lips before dragging her gaze back to meet his.]

You should be terrified of me.

Ah-

[As his hands slide over the soft curve of her hips, settling against the small of her warm back, fingers slipping just inside the sweater to brush against her skin.]

Is that what I should be feeling.

Yup.

[Daisy bites her lower lip when his hands slip under her shirt. Come on, she's supposed to be intimidating right now!]

I've been called the Destroyer of Worlds before.

I believe you.

[Not just the Making that sings through her, even if he can't feel- a part of her forever closed off to him, like a door slammed shut, locked and the key missing. He wants it, anyway.

Wants to lick her bitten lips and feel the heat of the sting against his mouth, and why not? Leaning up, he presses his lips to hers in a shallow, open-mouthed kiss.]

But you've never had to fight shadows.

I guess we'll just have to see then.

[Daisy smiles as she pulls away, teasing him.]

[The Darkling makes a pleased sound, rumbling through his chest as he lets her go.]

I will look forward to that, too.

Good.

[Sure, he says that now.]

Wanna go check out the breakfast they put together?

[It's right there, on the tip of his tongue, to pull her down in to him and explain all the ways that his hunger is for something else entirely, to let his hands do most of the talking until this strange holiday fades.

Instead, he smiles, eyebrow raised.]

Of course. Do you want to bring the herring?

That’s a good idea.

[So she can get rid of it…

Getting to her feet she grabs the jar and holds her other hand out to him.]

[Taking her hand, the new bracelet clinking against his wrist, warm from her skin and sparkling in the artificial lights, he heads for the door.]

I have a lot- of good ideas. You'll see.

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