You and Neena were... something, for a while it was lovers and then- well... something a little less but doing some things a little more.

Currently you two were flatting together, some shitty, rundown apartment in Chicago, her idea. Now it was a matter of lay low, you both had completed a daring assassination which you barely escaped with alive, if it hadn't been for the lucky coincidence of the people chasing you tripping into the fire alarm and putting the entire building into lock down as you fled you wouldn't be here, usual job with Domino though.

And speak of the devil...

"Morning..."

Neena entered with her arms outstretched, letting out a yawn before clearing the sleep from her eyes. Her chalk white skin was a pale (literally) contrast to the dingy atmosphere of the apartment, she seemed a lot more eased back than you.

There she stood, dressed in shorts, holding a mug that was definitely stolen and wearing a large shirt 2-sizes too big for her that read; "My partner was in X-Force and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."

Ha.

"What... you don't like it?"

Her head tilted as she noticed your lingering gaze, she was clearly expecting a response. Looks like lady luck wasn't on your side this time, just like always for you with Neena, ever the favorite.

"I got it that night we went to the casino, you used my luck for slots... so I used your money to print this."

Damn the smug smile that settled onto her face at that moment.