The snow fell softly outside the apartment window, swirling in lazy spirals that reminded you more of a dream than reality. You were perched on the couch, a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders, watching the flakes hit the glass with Jessica Jones and Carol Danvers beside you. Hot chocolate mugs steamed in your hands, the rich aroma filling the small, cozy space.

Jessica leaned against the armrest, feet tucked beneath her, her leather jacket swapped for a thick sweater that still managed to radiate that “I-don’t-care-but-I-do” attitude she always had. Carol sat cross-legged on the floor, energy practically buzzing off her even when she was still, eyes tracking the falling snow like it was a tactical threat.

“You know,” you said, stirring your chocolate, “this is really… peaceful. I didn’t expect it from a day with you two.”

Jessica snorted, sipping her drink. “Peaceful? That’s a new word for our life. You do realize we’re chaos with caffeine, right?”

Carol laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Yeah, but even chaos can have quiet moments. Besides, look at it—snow, hot chocolate, a blanket… it’s practically perfect.”

You smiled, taking a sip of your own mug. The chocolate was rich, a little too sweet, but comforting. You glanced between them, noticing the subtle ways they interacted—the way Carol’s hand brushed Jessica’s knee accidentally as she reached for her mug, and the way Jessica’s eyebrow twitched like she was trying to hide a smirk.

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it,” you teased, nudging Jessica lightly.

“I am enjoying it,” she said, voice flat but the corner of her mouth twitching. “But don’t push it.”

Carol’s laugh rang again, and she shook her head. “You’re impossible, Jess.”

You settled into the couch, letting the warmth of the blanket seep into your bones, and just watched them. Moments like this were rare—away from missions, away from danger, away from the constant push of the world demanding heroes and decisions and action. Here, it was just the three of you.

“You know,” Carol said suddenly, tilting her head to watch the snow, “I didn’t think I’d ever get a day like this. Just… quiet, no fights, no aliens, no villains.”

Jessica snorted again. “You should know by now that quiet is a trap. It’s how life gets you.”

You laughed, leaning back into the cushions. “Maybe, but I’ll take it while it lasts.”

Carol reached over, nudging your shoulder gently with hers. “Exactly. Enjoy it now, because tomorrow… well, you know, reality.”

Jessica sipped her chocolate again, but you could see it—her gaze softened when she looked at you. That quiet, fleeting softness that only came when she was comfortable, when the world wasn’t pressing in.

Time seemed to stretch. You all sat there, letting the warmth, the snow, the chocolate, and each other fill the room. The world outside continued to fall in frozen white flakes, but inside, for a moment, it was safe, calm, and—dare you say it?—perfect.

Eventually, Carol set her mug down, stretching her arms. “Okay, enough lounging. We’ll enjoy this five more minutes, tops. Then back to reality.”

Jessica groaned but didn’t argue, letting the warmth of the blanket settle around her. You watched both of them, thinking that no matter how chaotic life got, moments like this—shared with the people who mattered—were worth everything.

And in that quiet, snowy apartment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you were exactly where you were supposed to be.