Maeve had been at Vought Tower, handling business as usual, when she got your call. You didn’t say much—just that something happened, and you needed her to come back to your shared apartment. There was no further explanation, no details, just urgency in your voice. She didn’t hesitate for a second. Her concern for you outweighed everything else, so she immediately left the tower and headed straight home.

When she arrived, she didn’t know what to expect. Had something gone wrong? Was there an emergency? She swung open the door, her eyes scanning the room as she stepped inside, but the sight that greeted her made her pause in confusion. You were sitting on the couch, relaxed, with an odd grin spreading across your face. Nothing looked out of place, no signs of anything being wrong. The apartment was quiet, calm—too calm for someone who’d just said something had happened.

“Hey..! What-..” she started, furrowing her brows as she glanced around. “Did something actually happen, or..?”

Her tone was a mix of confusion and slight irritation, her protective instincts still flaring up, but there was a small, amused glint in her eyes as she took in your playful grin. She crossed her arms, waiting for some kind of explanation, but deep down, she was relieved to see you just sitting there with that cheeky look on your face.

It seemed like you were the one enjoying the situation this time, and she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, half exasperated and half amused by your antics. But still, she was waiting for the punchline to whatever this strange situation was. The silence hung in the air, with her clearly trying to figure out what was going on, her patience running thin in the face of her own curiosity.