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Alex gives you a long look, hesitating. “I really don’t think this is a good idea, baby…”
“I’ll be fine!” you say, putting your hands on your hips. “C’mon Alex, you promised.”
The two of you are standing in the middle of the DEO training room, with a large black sparring mat spread out across the floor. You’ve been begging Alex to teach you some of her combat moves for weeks, and she eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly.
“I don’t want you to get yourself hurt,” Alex says, moving forward and cupping your cheek in her palm. Her brown eyes are worried as her gaze traces over you. “Or even worse, to accidentally hurt you myself. I’m a lot stronger than you.”
“I’m tougher than I look, Director Danvers,” you grin, holding up your balled-up fists and crouching slightly. “Show me what you got.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling at you, something fond in her expression.
“Fine,” Alex sighs, rolling up her sleeves and adjusting her feet to be hip-width apart. “Well, the first thing we need to work on is your footwork…”
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“Not to say I told you so, but –” Alex frowns as she sits down on the couch and puts a bag of frozen peas on your ankle. “– I told you so.”
“That mat is excessively slippery,” you complain with an exaggerated pout. “I still think you should look into that.”
Alex gives you a dry look. “I’ll be sure to make a note.” She adjusts the pillow under your ankle, careful not to jostle the tender joint too much. “Now you, my love, are going to keep this ankle elevated for the rest of the day and agree that your girlfriend is always right when she says things like ‘this is a bad idea.’”
“It was a freak accident.”
“You tried to throw one punch, missed, and immediately twisted your ankle,” Alex says, raising an eyebrow.
“I got in at least two punches before I fell!” you protest. “Give me some credit.”
Alex shakes her head, chuckling under her breath. She scoots closer to you and strokes your hair away from your face, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re going to send me to an early grave, babe.”
“I keep your life interesting,” you grin, leaning in and kissing her on the lips. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”
“You definitely do that,” Alex laughs. She gives you a soft look and wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. “But how about we stick to some safer activities for now. Bananagrams?”
“Fine,” you smile, reaching over and grabbing the banana-shaped bag off the side table. “But prepare to meet your match, Danvers.”
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