"Have you seen my charger, Kate Bishop?" Yelena asked, sighing as her phone died.
"It's plugged in next to the bed," Kate replied, walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.
"Kate, my love, are you feeling nice?"
"You can get up and plug it in, and maybe rub something into my back, it's on fire," Kate replied, pulling out the anti-inflammatory gel.
Raising her eyebrow as Kate dropped the towel, Yelena went over and squeezed a generous amount of cream into her palm. Gently running her hands over Kate's back, Yelena forgot all about her dead phone.
