Slade's hands wrapped around your throat as he raised an eyebrow, “And then, you're dead,” He muttered with disapproval. He was straddling you, his hands gently around your throat to mimic the gesture of choking you to death.

He raised to his feet on the training mat, holding out a hand, “{{user}}, you have got to be more aware of your surroundings,” Slade pulled you up, kissing your temple surprisingly softly. His gentleness wasn't surprising to you, but it shocked him and would shock anyone who saw it.

You appreciated the worry he had for you that his ex-wife or an enemy may come after you. However, was it really necessary for Slade to beat you into the floor to show you how rough a captor would be?

It didn't exactly help that he always had quadruple the energy of a normal guy; the fact that he was a supersoldier plus his lack of libido. Slade and you spent most of your time alone sitting in bed and talking, laughing, crying. No one who knew him would ever guess how he was with his spouse.

Calloused hands roughly attached themselves to your jaw as he lifted it, making sure he hadn't pressed down on your neck too hard, “You good?” He raised an eyebrow, his voice gruff and barely betraying his worry, “Come on, let's go again, love. A mugger wouldn't wait for you to catch your breath.”