Lexi adjusts the pillow behind her back before pulling the grey fleece blanket across her legs. She grabs the remote from beside her on the bed and switches the TV on, smiling to herself after she lands on Bruce Willis' face after a few channel flips, then she reaches for the ceramic bowl on her nightstand.
She freezes on her third spoonful of ice cream when she hears her front door open then shut.
"Just me," a familiar voice announces, allowing her to relax once more.
"In here," she calls around the mouthful of frozen goodness.
The hunter smirks at the green-eyed man who enters her room and sits down on the bench at the foot of her bed before he begins to unlace his boots.
"Hey you," she says warmly, "Thought you were gone until tomorrow?"
"Case was open and shut," he replies, watching the TV intently as he takes his boots off, "Die Hard?"
"Of course," she responds.
He turns to look at her with a half-grin, "How was New York?"
"It was okay," she replies as he crawls up the mattress towards her, peeking intently inside the bowl in her hand, "I didn't exactly sign up for their little Avengers Academy or whatever it is they want to call it."
She offers him a spoonful of Moose Tracks which he willingly accepts before laying his head in her lap.
"What'd Stark say?"
"He's fine with it," she replies with around another bite of her Moose Tracks, "as long as I'm still available to him."
"I think he likes you," Dean states before accepting another spoonful of ice cream.
"Gross," Lexi retorts, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Not like that," he replies, "I mean…like a mentor."
"Well," she begins hesitantly, "he did offer to fund a project…if I decide I'm interested."
"What kind of project?" Dean raises an eyebrow in curiosity as Lexi idly stirs the melting ice cream in the bowl.
"Similar to what Sam was doing," she continues, "He thinks it would be beneficial for advanced hunters like us to train the next generation, teach them everything we know, and not just regular hunters, expand to include witches and psychics, kids who are still learning how to control their powers."
"He's put some thought into it," Dean says, slowly sitting up as she places the empty bowl back on her nightstand.
She chews the inside of her cheek before she begins, "He and I had a very long chat about it. I told him I didn't think I was ready for that kind of responsibility yet, but maybe soon…why…what do you think?"
Lexi's trying to read the reaction on his face as he responds, "I think…you can do anything."
She smiles as she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, "Where's Sam think you are?"
"Strip club," he smirks as she rolls her eyes.
"Does that mean you're here for the rest of the night?" She questions narrowing her eyes mischievously at him.
"If that's what you want," the green-eyed man replies with a smile of his own.
"Good," her tone changes as she turns sideways, reaching over her head with her right arm to point at her left shoulder, "I had to train with Cap yesterday, and I think I pulled a muscle, if you want to…"
"Cap?"
"Yea," She smirks over her shoulder at the annoyance on his face, "strictly professional."
"Uh huh," he replies, before grabbing her around the waist and tossing her back on the bed, a squeal of surprise escaping her lips.
He pins her upper body with his as he lowers his face closer to hers and she smiles before she says, "I missed you."
"I missed you too," he replies before he kisses her gently.
