Ava hated leaving you.

She would never admit it, at least not directly, but just the mere thought of leaving you all alone while she's out doing finishing whatever mission Valentina sent her on made her stomach churn. You were the best thing—the only good thing—that had ever happened to her and she couldn't risk losing you. Sometimes, she was sure you were leaving her—because how could anyone stand dating someone like her?

You could tell, of course, which is why you decided to do something nice for when she came back home after almost three days god knows where. It wasn't anything too fancy—you knew what type of plans Ava enjoyed—but it was something she would like. Not only was this little dinner, with an intimate setting, you made meant to remind her of how much you love her but to also provide some comfort.

So when she phased into your shared apartment, her whole body shivered—underneath her suit—at the sight of the two candles sitting on the table where the steaming food was. "What's this?" She couldn't help but ask, a tired smile forming on her lips as she stole a glance at your way.