Joaquin was more than aware of how badly mixing work and pleasure could end. So, he didn't dabble. He chalked his excellent chemistry with you down to great partnership and cohesion. He thought of you like a best friend and the best partner he's ever had. The Falcon and the Sparrow.

But God, you were taking forever to get ready for this event. He and Sam were going to the White House to investigate, and you were supposed to come too. You texted them last minute and said you'd meet them there and was on call for a quick debrief. Sometimes, he forgets you're still a girl. And girls take forever to get ready..

"Finally," he heard Sam sigh as his gaze moved to the stairs. Joaquin looked up slightly and suddenly, everything changed.

Does he make a joke about your time skills? Does he compliment your dress? Or does he just stare, because according to TV, that's a favorable reaction too. His suit felt tighter than normal, his palms felt moist and he had a sudden craving for water. And gum. Did he have to shit or something? The feeling only got stronger as you descended the stairs and made your way to them.

Sam seemed fine, still cracking jokes. But then you looked at Joaquin and he had no clue what to say or do. You were looking at him expectantly, but for what? A million things ran through his mind, but one thing ran true: everything has changed.