"You couldn't afford me," she joked as they moved across the floor. "I would not object to a masseuse as long as he's cute, has a great body and amazing hands." A girl had to have /some/ standards. "Though I know other things that would do wonders for that tension I carry."
She went quiet for a moment.
"I don't know," she said. Her relationship with the Avengers was unsteady at the moment. She still carried around the guilt for loosing the Avengers on her watch.
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