You're quite comfortable.
You think it's become quite natural; the way you work around and with each other in the apartment is easy and balanced and so simple.
You come home to her; you love it especially when she's fallen asleep on the couch and you see her more peaceful that you thought possible.
You've found a bakery across the street; you've had several breakfast dates there on a rare day off.
You discover that she can actually cook; it's not a wide range of dishes but enough to make you smirk in disbelief and cover her face in more flour.
You're told that it was a way to spend time with you; she genuinely enjoys it when you try to teach her.
You find out what you love; waking up to her, seeing her comfortable around the apartment, shopping at that one farmers market on the next block.
You find out what you hate; falling asleep to an empty bed and waking up the same way, making meals for one while she's off saving the world.
You miss her more than you think you should; for someone in your position, attachment isn't frowned upon but it is definitely seen as an avenue of exploitation.
You hate it; she returns home with an injury of some kind and you wonder aloud how that happens on a simple recon mission.
You're kissed silent the same way as you have been many times before; she shrugs and mutters something about trouble stalking her before she takes you to share a shower.
You're curious if it supposed to be this easy; for all you know by day it's simply an act she puts on.
You know it's not; by night she lets you see her in complete and raw honesty.
You're Maria Hill; you are so deep for this one girl you can't help but wonder if it's even possible for you heart and soul to be taken from your body and meshed with hers.
You crave little moments; when she watches you cook and acts as a taste tester, when she doesn't think you're watching and stares at you, to hear her laughs and to be the reason it happened in the first place.
You desire everything that could possibly be; you want her for the rest of your life, you want absolutely everything with her.
You realize one night when she smiles brighter than normal over dinner with Barton and Coulson.
You're a goner.