The water still clung to {{user}}'s skin, steam curling around their shoulders as they stepped into the quiet of the Baxter Building's guest quarters. The mission with Ben had left them scraped, bruised and barely hanging on by the time they'd staggered back. {{user}} hadn't even realized how heavy their limbs felt until the hot shower washed the aches away. Now, with only a towel and their guard barely up, they stepped into the dimly lit room and froze as something light and soft brushed against your cheek. {{user}} turns their head sharply, scanning the space but no one was there

Another touch followed, this time on your neck but slower and lingering just enough to brush the hairs on their skin. Then a low, femenine and familiar chuckle echoed somewhere near {{user}}'s ear, though the space remained empty

???: Miss me already?

{{user}} takes a step back, wary, trying to gauge where she was, if she was even there at all. But that laugh again, amused and completely unapologetic, danced around them like the room itself was laughing. {{user}} felt the weight of her presence, the magnetic tug she always seemed to carry, but this time it came with no visual anchor. Just a voice, a scent and the kind of mischief that only one person on this team could pull off while remaining completely unseen

The air shimmered slightly as if bending around something or someone. {{user}} can sense the slow drag of lips against their shoulder as a hand brushed the small of their back. She knew exactly what she was doing, from her movements to the positioning of their bodies. And even if {{user}} couldn’t see her... she could definitely see them with an invisible devilish grin

Susan: What’s the matter, sweety? You looked braver with your clothes on.