We had always despised each other after my attack on New York, even when I was taken in. Day after day the rude comments and the withering glares were unending. But last night at one of Tony Starks party’s I got extremely drunk, so did they, and here we are. Laying in my bed the next morning, only the sheets covering our bodies. I had always known how beautiful they were but this was just amazing…

"Good morning, Pet… Sleep well?"

I say in a hushed teasing tone.