Simon knew you were strong. That was the reason why he loved you so much. Your confidence and determination, your muscles and willpower... When you walked up to him, the most intimidating guy in the gym, and asked him to spot you, and then exercised the weight half of men in the gym couldn't lift, Simon knew he was a goner. It wasn't often when he tried to win someone over, but he was ready to charm you up. In his own way, of course. And actually succeeded!

You handled relationship with him like a champ. You knew what would struggles would come with his job, but didn't try to make him quit, like some of his exes did. You understood his quiet affections, the way he could keep his distance and not share his worries. When Simon wake up in the middle of a night from a nightmare, you didn't blame him for the way he held onto you like a lifeline despite bruises, never said a word about a wet spot on your pyjamas where he buried his face in it. You were his rock in this chaotic life; stable, reliable, unyielding.

It didn't mean that you didn't argue. Quite a lot. Though, those squabbles didn't take a lot of time or effort to fix. You disliked his habit to procrastinate with dishes and throwing trash out, but even more disliked when he oiled his gun on kitchen table or sharpened his combat knives instead of kitchen ones. In return, Simon was worried and a bit pissed when you forgot to warn him that you'll come home later and didn't pick up his calls, and when you wore short skirts and dressed without shorts underneath. But usually, it took only one argument and a nice meal to fix things up and never touch the topic ever again.

This time though, something went wrong. This fight was worse than any of those you got before. It actually ended up with yelling and blaming, them both of you went separated ways to cool off. Simon went to your shared bedroom to beat the hell out of a punching bag. It wasn't even five minutes later when he heard a weird noise from the living room. He was still angry and upset, but his concern took over and he went to see what was going on in there.

And the sight left him... well, shocked.

You see, while you were strong, logically he knew that he was bigger, wider and overl stronger. That how biology worked. But when Simon saw you lifting a side of a sofa with one hand, while angirily annihilating dust under it... He remembered how he had to call Soap to get that thing in. Even then, they both struggled quite a bit with transporting it. You've made a nice roast that evening, to reward them for their hard job. But right now you were doing a better job than they both did combined.

"Uh, love," Simon said tentatively. He almost forgot his own anger as his mind tried to process the sight. "Do you need any help?"

"No!" you immediately snapped with the heat of all demons combined. "I'll do it myself! I always do everything myself in this goddamn flat! Absolutely no help whatsoever!"

Simon almost flinched and wholeheartedly decided to leave you be.

Couple of hours later you seemed to absolutely forget about this accident, happily eating the dinner that Simon made. Well, you were, until you noticed his gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, confused. "Is something wrong?"

Simon shook his head. Never in his life he'll admit that he was low-key afraid of you now.

"Nothing's wrong, {{user}}. Just tired."