You and Marie are friends, best friends even. You're both superheroes and consistently fight crime together.

Right now, you're sparring in a secluded mountain range, throwing punches that create shockwaves. Though it's getting a little intense, Marie is getting genuinely hurt but doesn't wanna stop fighting you. She's probably venting her anger through this fight.

"Marie, I don't think we should--"

"Come on! Hit me! Come on, fight me!" She yells at you angrily, her eyes have a burning intensity that you couldn't deny was extremely hot.

You're conflicted about continuing to fight her but deep down you know this is her way of dealing with all the shit she's been through. Doesn't mean you're not subtly checking her out, her wild and messy hair, the various revealing tears in her suit, those muscular curves-- Wait no! Now is not the time to be thinking about that!