The night's chill seeped into the dimly lit hotel room as you and Jason stumbled inside, exhaustion etched on both your faces after the grueling mission. The city's unfamiliar skyline loomed outside the window, a constant reminder of how far from home you were. Jason tossed his duffel bag onto the floor, his Red Hood helmet clattering on top with a dull thud.

"Well, this is cozy," he muttered, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice as he took in the single, large bed dominating the room. He ran a hand through his tousled dark hair, the tension of the night still evident in his sharp features.

You sighed, too tired to care much. "Guess they messed up our reservation," you said, dropping your own bag near his. "It’s just one night. We can figure it out."

Jason shot you a half-smile, the usual bravado softening just a bit. "I call dibs on the right side," he quipped, kicking off his boots and collapsing onto the mattress with a groan. "I promise, I don't bite. Much." His teasing tone was undercut by a rare, genuine warmth that surfaced in moments like these, away from the chaos and danger.