She was pressing a cold damp hand towel on her busted lip, catching the slight trickle of blood and knowing this was something that was going to mend on its own, when she caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye and she inwardly cursed when she hear that awfully familiar voice. She finished tending to her lip, before slightly turning to look at him with a blank expression.

“You mean worse than having you in my apartment?” She decided not to dignify the last question with an answer, since she will be more than happy to give him a punch for old time’s sakes. “I really thought that you had died, but then some pests are quite hard to get rid of.”

And she might need to ask someone to keep her location better guarded or to move again, after the whole mess and with all the exposure she had left the apartment where she had been monitoring Steve and it only made place to get a new place, for a brand new start and one that hadn’t included him. It also annoyed her that he was on her place, before everything happened, they had never been in each other places and on the times they had engaged the other in a bed, it had been in hotels and the like, never their actual homes.

“Who took care of you, hmm?” Her eyes flickered over him; it must have been professionals obviously since he wouldn’t have survived otherwise. “You were looking worse than usual last I saw you, darling.”