It was close to three in the morning as Kate sat long-way on the couch with Yelena between her legs, back to her front. Kate had an arm wrapped around Yelena's waist holding her still.
"Kate Bishop, that is really cold," Yelena said, trying to get away from the ice-pack.
"Well, if you didn't go solo, you wouldn't have gotten your ass kicked," Kate replied, holding the ice-pack to Yelena's shoulder.
"I did not get my ass kicked," Yelena mumbled in reply, settling against Kate.
Removing the ice-pack, Kate pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "Sure you didn't, babe."